#that is in fact his actual bed

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

Not quite my idea of "going to bed with David" but "beggars and choosers" and all

Absolute Radio (2009)

[tea-cat-arts]

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will

[krysmcscience]

sippy gone wrong

The sequel to this that no one asked for, yet which @miaumiaoumao predicted with 100% accuracy. How did they know this was the other thing not pictured???

Also, @pigeonfeather caused this additional sequel:

Lamb, did you ever think Narinder would be a menace by accident? He is A Cat.

[lemongogo]

they should get to kill each other at least twice .i think

[outoftoucherlocksholmes]

ironically i came down with a fever while working on this so like don’t worry phoenix i get you

[mxtxfanatic]

Fandom Gripe #23: I know that fandom is in some deep denial about its treatment of female characters that are canonically involved with fan favorite m/m ships, but do y’all realize that when you disappear female characters from the narrative wholesale to push the idea that your canonically straight fav was “secretly gay all along!” you’re making several bad implications? That 1) bi men don’t exist, 2) bi men do exist, but those who have genuinely loved a woman before cannot genuinely love a man after that (therefore bi men don’t exist in practice), 3) women cannot inspire genuine love and devotion in men, therefore any relationship with a woman is “lesser” than the one they later have a man (see previous parenthesis), or 4) to acknowledge the existence of a lovable woman who isn’t a terrible person, where if a relationship previously existed, it did not end because of “incompatibility,” is enough to destabilize the present relationship between two queer men?

Because why is the tgcf fandom allergic to acknowledging that He Xuan had a whole ass fiancée that he loved? Why does no one ever seem to remember that the kidnappings and murders of He Xuan’s sister and fiancée were the final straws that sent him on his rampage, and he still keeps a shrine to them in the present-day of the story? Why is her entire existence and significance to He Xuan as a man, character, and to his character arc disappeared in favor of pushing Shi Qingxuan—the brother of the man responsible for his fiancée’s death—into that same role, as if to say that her impact on He Xuan is significant... just not when it's from her? Why does He Xuan’s life in fandom essentially begin not just after her death but because of it?

[narnour-momo-007]

:-]

[d8tl55c]

oh boy !! ! ! ! !!! ! thANK y0u all for the kind words on my last art posts. you all get it and i was/still am so happy about it

as promised, here's some close-ups of the comic for image quality's sake, and other screenshots i rescued from the community whiteboard (and something else)

first up another sketch of mystery gender-ambiguous being. (please send me more name ideas for them if you got one- i like to hear em! (reminder it's the side character that appeared for <10 seconds in AvM Ep. 30))

a few fav scenes

emotional support cwab

they weren't meant for this purpose exactly, but i do have countless "fluffy sticks" loose in my notes and homework sheets from the school years.

papery critter.

even when i wasn't confident in fur or feathers, they helped me practice posing and create some satisfying gradients/flowing poses. (im a sucker for good tail poses) (oh yay! i found a good pic...)

and finally, little sneak peak for you for reading so far ;3

i realized that whiteboardfox is pretty great for my working needs. simple and to the point and all. feels nice with the mouse and the tablet.

so i started hashing out a big project idea just to see if it holds up and

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several hours later ...

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oh

oh man

it's a little bigger than i expected

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[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Can I offer them a bunch of groceries? The idea of them running low on supplies worries me ;v;

Horror: FUCK- YEAH- I M ean- yeah. thank you. this is appreciated s'much thank you-

(Creator sidenote: i can't draw grocery bags)

[wildsaltair]

in a better world, he’s my beloved husband

[twofunerals]

THE FIRST SHOT (2024) 雪迷宫 "Found him."

[turrondeluxe]

Was it love at first sight for Mikey and the tots? Did it take Mikey some time to warm up to them? Super cute AU!!

It was kind of hectic when Mikey saw the tots for the first time ever, while also being emotionally stunted, so the warming up is kind of a slow but surely process!

[calamitoustide]

thinking about how choices james got married with that quaffle in his pocket

[sunlightmurdock]

I think it’d fun to turn the tables on dbf!jake—id love for him to be the one begging for more, be absolutely wrecked when you blow his mind, have him the one catch feelings first 😏

omg can you imagine how insanely good it would feel to have dbf!jake just melting into a puddle of “baby, please, please, please” for you??? No one would ever be able to tell me what to do ever again!

🍒nsfw below the cut 🍒

like to just be the kind of evening where you’ve been teasing him and teasing him and teasing him and he finally gets you all to himself, but you’ve still got that sneaky little look on your face so he knows he’s in for trouble

And it’s rare that he gets you all to himself, with all the sneaking around, so he always savours every moment

At first, he’s not complaining. Your tongue trails his jaw and your fingers massage at his biceps, his chest, his thighs. Working your way across his body, showering him in all of the attention he could want — he feels like he’s died and gone to heaven

And you’re having great fun too, working him out of his boxers and teasing him with the tip of your tongue along his shaft and his balls — all the while trying not to grin at him.

Sure, he might be begging you for more that night — he’s only human. But the real fun comes the next morning when the second that he wakes up and finds you in his kitchen, he’s sucking at your throat and grabbing possessively at your middle.

“Baby, I need you.”

“You just had me.” You’d remind him with a giggle.

“More,” He just breathes out, brows drawn together and desperation pouring through his tone as he manhandles you onto his counter and kisses you through the soft smile on his lips. “Just a little more for me. You can do that, right, baby? — For me?”

[spotaus]

Me frfr ^

I've been reading a fic today as a treat for finally being on vacation, and when I say I've just been entranced I mean it. (Also. The fic in question is @ancientschampionau 's well, Ancients & Champions fic lol! It's captivated me >:])

[calbeloved]

finallyyyyyy getting this out 🤏🤏 i had it 90% finished for days cause i just kept forgetting to write the last part and now that it's over. just noticed the quick "ending" is like 800 words long. well. enjoy arthur and kaiser now and the almost whole 3000 words of them

set somewhere between osnf and opd, no real spoilers, just the setting

tw/cw for a panic attack (sort of), internalized transphobia and a lot a lot a lot of overthinking

Perhaps the most embarrassing thing of all is getting caught in an act. It's been like this for as long as Kaiser can remember; from a teacher spotting him copying homework to an old man catching him door ditching with Bruno, all he has ever felt is embarrassment. Shame and embarrassment, overtaking him whole.

The knowledge is the worst. You know the person noticed you– they know, and that alone produces enough shame to put Kaiser into a panic attack. And then the ancipetation and the anxiety; they always say something, it's just a matter of when. Will they do it in private, or around people? Will they only send a look or will they scream, or maybe just hit your shoulder?

The shame, the embarrassment… Kaiser knows, in the back of his mind, that it should not be like that. The thought of a cashier scanning his groceries should not make him want to throw up.

And yet it is exactly like that. Ever since he can remember.

…he tries not to let it bother him. It's just hard sometimes.

Because despite what everyone might think, Kaiser doesn't have many boxers. And all of them are either too small or uncomfortable to wear, other than one pair.

(The thought of going into a store and trying to pick them out while not only the workers observe him, but the other customers will too– He cannot even think of standing there so awkwardly; everyone who takes one look at him would know he doesn't have an idea what he's doing. What would they think? What if he does something wrong and the customers notify the workers and then they kick him out– but not before ridiculing him in front of everyone, God, he can already hear what they would say, feel the shame. He cannot do that. He can't.)

So he does what he does best. Uses the computer. Buys them online.

He does his own laundry (obviously) and tries his best to hide the different underwear. He doesn't speak about it– doesn't dare think.

And yet. When Arthur creeps into his room at night (or when he inevitably does into Arthur's) his friend is always in boxers and a loose fitting, old t-shirt. Kaiser tries not to stare each time, he does, but it's… hard not to. It's not because he likes Arthur's ass or anything– (well…) but Arthur looks… like himself. Comfortable. Used to it all. And of course he is, he's a man, and not the kind that Kaiser is, he's a man man. A normal one.

He tries not to think about it, but it's hard when Arthur starts coming into his room directly after showering and spends most of his time there– sometimes, he forgets his clothes. It's not… a big deal. It shouldn't be a big deal, not anything other than a start of a joke, but…

Arthur leaves his boxers on Kaiser's bed. Sometimes.

If they're dirty, he usually remembers to take them back to his room to throw them into the bin, but it's less common if they're clean. Not just underwear either, all kinds of things end up in his room nowadays. Shirts, belts, money, guitar picks… everything, really.

And… Kaiser would never steal someone's underwear. Especially his friend's. That's just– weird, that has to be weird.

He doesn't want to be thinking about it, but he can't stop– it's awful and embarrassing and he'd rather Arthur stopped doing it. Even if him being there makes Kaiser feel better and light with laughter and when Arthur is next to him, breathing and fine, he can actually sleep instead of turning all night, and everytime he finds something that isn't his in the closet he's overcome by such domesticity and happiness and content– he knows they're close and something like a family, but to find proof of it…

So. It's… something. Not an problem, but an issue nonetheless.

But by the end of the day, it always ends with shame and a panic attack, no matter what pills he takes, or how much he tries to do the correct breathing exercises.

Which is exactly why he's sitting on the bathroom floor after Arthur asked him if he knew where his boxers went.

And it's not like Kaiser is stupid, he can lie, he knows how to lie, but he just cannot get a word out when all he can think about is taking that stupid piece of material into his own pile of dirty clothes and putting it deep into his closet after the laundry was done; Arthur surely has to know he's the one who took it, because who else would? And what kind of person does that, who steals fucking underwear of other people? What sort of person does that?

His skin burns and his chest feels tight– he wants to claw it all off, along with the boxers (not his) on his body.

It's embarrassing. It's weird. Why does he have to be so fucking weird?

There's a knock on the door and Kaiser wants to cry; he should have known he'd get caught, he should have just not done it. It's not like it's his house, even, he's living here because Ivete and Arthur wanted him to– where would he go if they decided they hate him? To the Order, where they'd see each other anyway? No, he wouldn't be able to take that; maybe moving to… America would work? He doesn't know enough English to communicate without misunderstandings, but if his father was there once and did fine, surely Kaiser can do it too?

“Kaiserrrr, come on. Are you this bummed about losing in Uno?” Arthur's voice comes from behind the door, only partially muffled. He's audibly smiling, yet there's a tightness to his words; he's probably thinking Kaiser could be having another attack. “I promise I'm going to let you win next round.”

Which… he's clearly not having any sort of attack. Obviously.

There's a pause. “Kaiser?” Another knock on the door, but this one seems more like Arthur put his hand on the wood instead, not even wanting to make a noise. “It's okay if you don't want to talk, we don't even have to play tonight– just open the door? So I know you're alright?”

And fuck, how can he do that? Meet Arthur face on?

“...I'm fine,” he tries to say instead, keeping his voice clear of coming out shaky as much as he can.

He doesn't think it works. It comes out both broken and creaking, too loud to be a whisper but too quiet to be a normal answer. Kaiser winces.

“...please open the door.���

Kaiser does. He's not that stupid.

It unlocks with a quiet click and less than a second later Arthur is already coming in and looking him up and down, concern clear in his eyes.

“I'm fine.” Kaiser repeats, and this time, puts more confidence behind it.

Arthur stops and looks, and steps closer to pull Kaiser into a hug.

Kaiser– Kaiser feels like crying. He doesn't, because that'd make Arthur more worried and he never wants that, but… It's a near thing.

“Do you want to go back to your room?” Arthur asks softly into his ear, and Kaiser knows that he means together. Only…

He doesn't know. Arthur doesn't know it was him.

Kaiser feels his mouth go dry and his throat tighten. He nods anyway, because– what, he's supposed to break it to Arthur? When he knows it'd make Arthur hate him? He can't do that.

And Arthur is as gentle as he always is when it's the two of them when he leads Kaiser into his room, and Kaiser wants to scream and never open his mouth again. Arthur's so fucking nice. How can he deserve someone like that?

The guitar, once again, is already in his room. Arthur sits him down on the bed and covers his shoulders with a blanket; he takes the guitar into his hand and leans back, so their shoulders are touching.

He plays.

Well. Strums, at the very least. Calming sounds that repeat themselves over and over before changing into a different tune.

Kaiser stares at the strings and thinks about things that don't matter to avoid thinking of… that.

He always wanted to play the guitar. But he never learned as a child and after that there was no time– if he asked Arthur now, he'd probably be glad to teach Kaiser. Sometimes Agatha asks about something to do with it and Arthur goes on a rant, or the Dragões Metalicos stop him to make conversation and if none of them have somewhere to be, they'll talk for hours. It's something he enjoys. It'd be nice to share that.

Kaiser… Fuck. He can't just sit here and pretend nothing happened.

“...Arthur.” His voice is quiet and raspy; if he were not so stressed he'd probably enjoy it more.

Arthur hums and doesn't stop the strumming– good, there's something to focus on, something to distract him from breaking down.

Kaiser tries to breathe. It's not that big of a deal. Arthur can hate him and it is a big deal, but saying it itself is not. He can do it. Easily. No problem.

“‘m sorry.” He feels tears prickle his eyes. So fucking embarrassing. Why is he crying over this?

“...for what?” Arthur's trying to stay calm; Kaiser knows him too well not to be able to tell. Fucking stupid Kaiser worrying him again with his stupid problems.

Fucking hell. Blood rises to his face and all he feels is hotness and he wants to die. Just say it. Just say it. “I took your boxers.”

Arthur blinks. He tilts his head and pauses the strumming. “You…”

“I didn't mean to!” He did. He did; why is he lying through his teeth? You think you can save this? Go on, Kaiser, start the fucking show, see if it'll make a difference. “They were just in my room and I didn't notice when I was doing the laundry and I'm so sorry, I didn't realise they were yours and I took them, and I–”

“Kaiser– Kaiser, it's okay!” Arthur interrupts with a chuckle; a laugh he knows very well. Arthur only chuckles this way when he has to deal with Kaiser's breakdowns. “Man, seriously– it's not a big deal. It's fine; don't even worry about it. Seriously.”

The breath catches in his throat. Not a big deal. Of course Arthur wouldn't care. What was he thinking? Of course it's fine.

Kaiser looks away and tries to get his breathing under control; embarrassing, embarrassing, embarrassing. Why was he so anxious about doing this? He shouldn't be hyperventilating over this, it's not a big deal, it was never a big deal.

“...yeah. Okay.”

Arthur stares. He pushes the guitar to the side and shuffles closer to Kaiser. “Not a big deal. I can always buy more– it's okay.”

Fucking…

Kaiser closes his eyes as tight as he can. He won't cry, he can't cry, this isn't something he should be crying over.

It's okay.

He– He can't…

Arthur's arm slides under his armpit. It goes to his back while Arthur places his chin on Kaiser's shoulder. Stable, here, close, weight, not hurt…

“It's okay. Just breathe. We're all fine, cutie.”

He tries. He really, really tries. But he can't stop thinking about it, can't stop being so aware of them fitting to his skin comfortably– it doesn't bother him at all and that's what hurts.

“I can't– I'm sorry, I can't, I can't–” He tries to breathe. The air is escaping his lungs and refusing to come back and he's getting dizzy now; he knows this, he just has to calm down, just has to breathe, it's okay.

Arthur's finger slowly make circles into his skin and it's so gentle. He wonders what Arthur would think if he did that just a bit lower– what would he say if he knew how much of a weirdo Kaiser really is?

But he doesn't dare to ask that out loud. He doesn't want to know.

It takes a while; of minutes where he's almost there and remembers exactly why he's crying and everything starts again, silent sharp inhaling of air and the occasional murmur of Arthur's “it's okay”.

…Kaiser doesn't want to talk. His heart is still beating uncontrollably fast when he rests his head on Arthur's shoulder, and if he speaks, he's going to die. He can't do this. He can't.

Arthur's hand goes up into his hair– twirling the long strands between fingers. “Yeah?” His voice is a low murmur, familiar and safe.

…this guy. He knows Kaiser as much as Kaiser knows him. It makes him smile, just a tiny bit.

He does not want to speak– probably can't, anyway. Just nods against Arthur's skin.

“Mmhm. What's going on, then?”

“It's nothing. Stupid.” He moves his own hands too– tightly grips the back of Arthur's shirt between his fingers. “Fucking–”

Well. He can speak, as awful as it is. And Arthur knows that. Obviously he does. He knows how much of a fuck-up Kaiser is in this case; how words stop making sense at times like this and every sentence turns into a chain– chains that keep multiplying and weighing him down until he's drowning again.

“I'm just being stupid. It's nothing.”

He can practically see the smile on Arthur's face. “Is it really stupid, or you just think that?”

Of course it's stupid. Not only the… act itself is weird and stupid and embarrassing– he couldn't even say it. How much more stupid can that get?

Kaiser lets himself snort. “Stupid.”

Arthur tugs him a bit closer in response; guides Kaiser's head deeper into his neck, covers more of his back. Safe. “I don't think it's stupid if you feel bad about it, you know.”

Of course you don't.

“I took your boxers, dude, that's just weird. It's stupid.”

“I'd take Joui's boxers if I could, if that makes you feel better?”

It doesn't, but it would be funny to see that. Just a bit.

“Pffh. Sure you would.”

He snorts and knows a pout has appeared on Arthur's face. He can see it with his eyes closed at this point. Arthur does it a lot, especially when they play board games. An event that has become familiar to him by now; it's surprisingly nice to get all together and just… be.

(Kaiser can appreciate game nights at his big age; back when it was only him and his mother, there weren't a lot of board games they could play, just the two of them. Maybe cards, but Kaiser didn't like those too much, so they never did that often.)

“I can always take yours, don't test me.” Arthur snickers and he…

…no. He cannot bear to even imagine Arthur's expression if he were to open the drawers in Kaiser's room. There's a reason he hates having people in here when he himself is not present, why he locks the door when they go out, even if all other ones stay open wide.

There's a pause. Kaiser doesn't speak. Arthur falls silent.

“That's a joke. I wouldn't do that, if you don't want me to.”

Kaiser swallows. It's okay. Arthur is fine. He's not nosy like that. It's okay. He wouldn't just do that. “Yeah. I don't."

This time, Arthur's hand goes all the way down to the ends of his hair when he brushes it. He does it a couple of times before wrapping around Kaiser's back once more; tight but loose enough to get out of if he wanted to.

“Well– guess we have to go shopping, then. Tomorrow, if you want to?”

…shopping. “What?”

Arthur breaks the hug. He leans away just far enough so they can see each other's face. He's smiling.

“...I guess.” He looks down at the guitar and tries not to bite his lip. Arthur would notice that one.

“To buy me more boxers, duh. We can get you some as well– Man, we need to get a matching set!” He tilts his head and the smile doesn't wash away and it's… honest. Not some ploy to get Kaiser to look stupid or make him the butt of a joke. (How would he do that, if he doesn't know? Arthur has no reason to believe he is anything but a man. And that's good. It's… good. He doesn't need anyone to know. Or want. Obviously.)

He thinks of being in a store with Arthur– Arthur who is loud and shameless and would take up all the attention with a grin. He'd make jokes and try to get him to buy something stupid like the boxers with the hearts on them, but it'd be easy to buy in the same size. He could get something good. Feel the fabric before purchase, see how the material stretches, actually see if he likes it before he wears it.

Fuck it.

“Yeah. I'm free tomorrow.”

Arthur grins in response. “Neat.” He looks back at the door and back at Kaiser; “...Did you really not want to play Uno? I'm feeling up for a game.”

“Can we just- sit here for a moment? I want… I want to hear you play for a bit longer.”

“Awh. Of course, man.”

Kaiser feels his cheeks blush– but he just snorts in response. He leans on Arthur's side and lets himself relax. Of course it'd be okay. Of course Arthur wouldn't care. He's just like that, isn't he?

(Kaiser has no idea how he deserved someone like him. But he does not want to cry again today; he just lays his head on Arthur's shoulder and presses himself a bit closer. There's no reason to hide his smile, so he doesn't.)