#this is jam if you squint

[saint-hymn]

haunted

[solazu1]

Some more Jay and Tim from my role swap Au, wooden beetles :33

[staracket]

hunting

[theelmoarchive]

This started out supposed to be wholesome but i just cant commit to that 🧍

[thatonepersonguy]

here have some decently old art for the time being as I try to get my shit together

[graveyardflames13]

Two art in one day 😨😨😨 Anyway happy birthday to Jay merrick, 23rd November. The gift was one of those bootleg figures from those machines where you put the coin in, and twist and get a prize. Tim was the one who got him the cupcake and figure.

[sunnydayart]

Business daydreams of taking vitrurvuis to a fancy beach to watch the sunset and drink expensive coconut water for his 10th vacation break every year .SSOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRYYYYYY

[extantdecay]

forget me not

[balanc3d-p3nguin]

[this was definitely an intended halloween post and not something i'm repurposing what do you mean-]

[anyways my dc followers have jake in a dress and makeup because he's pretty (+ a tom bonus)]

[roger-paladino]

I love drawing the same image 50000 times!

[my-whortleberry-friend]

Angstember Day 2 | Stolen

Volodymyr sat down where she indicated, gingerly, the movement sending a familiar spike of pain through his back. He winced, then laughed half-heartedly at her raised eyebrows.

“Don't worry, I just can't get rid of the back pain.”

(another one of his unanswered prayers)

Dr Kovalenko, the renowned therapist he had agreed to see, was still watching him from above her glasses. Volodymyr cleared his throat.

“Should I…” Start? Tell you about myself? My nightmares? The pain I feel when I look at my son? After all this time? How…?

“They have stolen you.”

He blinked. 

“... what?” 

“They have stolen you from your life and you need my help to take yourself back, Mr President. ”

Suddenly, he felt he couldn't breathe. 

[adudelolwriting]

how to make a flower crown: a step by step guide

Jay's side still hurt. It hurt after days of rest.  It hurt even after driving for several days towards the other side of the country. Jay still struggles with… everything, really. Both he and Tim were. I mean, Jay has spent that last — God, how long? Five years? Six? Running from something , and trying to find his old friends. 

In the end, it was just Tim and Jay, once again. 

There's a hole in his chest, for those he lost. Seth, Sarah, Amy. Jessica. Alex. Brian. (Jay still checks the ToTheArk channel, hoping, praying that Brian would upload something — anything, to prove he's still alive. That the fall didn't kill him.)

It was… it was safe, now. Tim said he "handled Alex". But Jay knows what he meant. He's seen the (since privated) video. Most… Most of the videos had been privated now. A clean state. Jay still had his camera, but its been left in the back of the car, right next to his laptop that currently doesn't have any battery to it.

Driving was peaceful.

Yes, the car was definitely starting to feel cramped, and uncomfortable, but it symbolized freedom. That Jay and Tim were leaving, and they weren't ever coming back. 

As Jay stared out the window, watching trees pass by, Tim pulled onto an exit that led into a small town. "I have a surprise for you," Tim simply said before parking the car. Curious, Jay followed him, bringing only a phone with half charge and no signal. 

"Where are we going?" Jay asked, following Tim. 

"I uh, I've stayed in contact with one of Brian's friends. We don't talk alot, but I mentioned to her that you like being outside and stuff, but we haven't been able to enjoy being outside since the whole Alex and Operator thing," Tim said, continuing forward before walking into a small field. "And she — she lives here, and mentioned there was this field where we could just… I dunno. Relax?"

Tim was watching Jay's face, waiting for his reaction. "This is… God. Thank you." 

Tim's goofy smile goes across his face. "Oh, yeah, it was— it was no big deal, really. Figured it would uh, be nice to not have to be stuck in the car for a while."

Jay sank into the field, picking several dandelions and started to weave them together. "You know how to make flower crowns?"

Jay hummed, continually working the stems through each other with his fingers. "Yeah. Sarah taught me how one day when shooting was slow." A smile spread on Jay's face. "Alex came over to me for a script direction question, or something, and saw me and Sarah picking dandelions. He whined about it, but… it was before everything, y'know? I could tell he was faking it. We finished the third one by the time Sarah was needed again, and she wordlessly placed it on his head."

Sitting down next to Jay, he spoke, "I mustn't have been on set that day."

"No. You were busy, I think." Jay finishes the crown, inspecting his work. "Here," he handed it to Tim, his blue eyes shining in the sun. Tim carefully takes it, before gently placing it on his head.

"Do you wanna know how to make one?"

Tim looked at Jay — he saw Jay's blue eyes sparkling, the sun reflecting off his hair. The crooked smile Jay proudly wore. He saw the person Tim met in college, carefree and happy before all of the tapes and the cameras. 

Tim saw the person who would always stay on set last minute, then having to rush to get to class on time. 

Tim saw the person who annoyed Alex any moment he could.

Tim saw the person who would make jokes and laugh like nothing could go wrong.

Tim saw the real Jay Merrick. 

"Yeah," Tim finally said, sitting onto the soft dirt of the field. "Yeah, I would like to know how to make one."

Jay smiled, and that's when Tim decided: he would do anything to see Jay be happy like this. Neither of them deserved the pain that was given to them. And Tim will sooner be damned to the deepest pits of hell than let this pain ruin their lives again. 

A fond smile fell onto Tim's face as he watched Jay, copying the movements he did with his hands, braiding the flowers together into a crown. A few of the stems got loose, and some of the flowers were flattened, but he was happy with his first ever one. 

Tim placed the crown onto Jay's head. "What?" Tim asked, looking at the other's expression, "There can't be just one king, after all." Jay laughed, head reeling back, and, yeah. Tim could spend the rest of his life like this. 

It was over. God, it was over. 

And Tim was okay with the outcome. 

[mouthsfullofsharpteeth]

vampire alex making jay bleed and werewolf tim smelling it and getting all aggressive because Hes Hurting Him but jay consented so all he can do is help clean up after alexs messy eating

tim can't help being protective. jay was a part of his pack. he had draped his scent over jay so many times that they smelled the same now. so he feels it's pretty understandable to be standing across the room, hands fisted at his sides, physically bristling with anger as he watched jay wince and shiver while alex sucked at his neck like a...well, like a vampire.

brian had been giving him looks every now and then, patting his shoulder as he walked by, trying to ease the tension tim was feeling, but it really wasn't helping. every drip of blood that alex missed would slide down jay's neck and bleed into the collar of his tshirt. jay would reach up absentmindedly and wipe it off with his finger, smearing it onto his jeans. looking utterly unbothered as alex gulped down as much blood as he could from the four little punctures he had made. it didn't help that alex was humming and sighing into jay's neck, like his blood was the tastiest thing he'd ever drank.

the five minute timer on the stove beeps, and it couldn't have come soon enough. jay looked about as ashen as alex normally did, and seemed a bit woozy as he swayed on the couch.

"okay, that's enough!!" tim snaps, stomping over to the pair and practically dragging alex off by the scruff of his neck. alex wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. licking his lips. his face is blushed and red, physically filled with color and life from what he had drank from jay. he looks sleepy and energized, drunk and revitalized at the same time. he flops against the couch with a sigh, red eyes fluttering shut. tim quickly fits himself in between them, wiping off jay's neck with a damp rag, and plastering a large bandaid over his neck. he pointedly ignores the several sets of more older, healed punctures across his neck.

[mintcakeart]

more of Steve, Eddie and Robin sharing a wardrobe since you all liked the last one so much

[narrated]

who wants the bird. let me write the bird

[pseudobun]

Moonlit vows

Greely x mate!GNreader

A/n: Bad angst. Made on a dare. Wattpad coded. Tried to make it as accurate as possible to wolf courtship bc its what National Geographic would have wanted

check my fandom blog for more bad fanficton^^

563 words

In the heart of Jamaa, where the moon's silver light bathed the landscape in an ethereal glow, Greely stood atop a rocky outcrop, his silhouette sharp against the night sky. His deep blue fur ruffled in the breeze as he gazed out into the darkness, his mind a whirl of thoughts and emotions.

You approached quietly, your paws making barely a sound against the stone. Greely's keen senses picked up on your presence long before you reached him, but he didn't turn. His intense focus on the horizon made your heart ache. You knew his thoughts were consumed by the ever-present threat of the Phantoms.

"Greely," you called softly, stepping closer until you were beside him. His ear flicked in acknowledgment, but he didn't look at you.

For a moment, the two of you stood in silence, the bond between you tangible yet strained. The weight of his burdens often made him distant, a fact you had come to understand but not without pain.

"Why do you always do this?" you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper. "Why do you shut me out?"

Greely finally turned his head, his piercing eyes locking onto yours. The depth of emotion in his gaze made you shiver. "I have to protect Jamaa," he said, his voice rough. "I can't afford to be distracted."

"I'm not a distraction," you replied, stepping closer until your fur brushed against his. "I'm your partner, Greely. I want to help you, to stand by your side."

A low growl rumbled in Greely's throat, but it wasn't one of anger. It was frustration, a sound that spoke of his inner turmoil. He turned fully to face you, his gaze softening slightly. "You don't understand," he muttered, his head dipping so his nose almost touched yours. "If anything happened to you…"

Your heart ached at his words. You knew the risks, the dangers that came with being close to Greely. But you had chosen this path, chosen him, and you wouldn't turn away now. "I understand more than you think," you said, nuzzling his cheek gently. "We are stronger together, Greely. We can face the Phantoms, and anything else, side by side."

Greely's breath hitched at the contact, a mix of longing and fear evident in his eyes. Wolves, in their natural ways, bonded through touch and proximity, and you could feel him fighting the instinct to lean into you. His struggle was palpable, the Alpha in him constantly at odds with the wolf who needed his mate.

You took a deep breath, lifting your head to press your nose against his. This simple act, a gesture of trust and affection, spoke volumes. Greely's eyes closed, and he exhaled slowly, the tension in his body easing slightly. "You are relentless," he murmured, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

"I learned from the best," you replied, a soft chuckle escaping you. Greely's eyes opened, and for a moment, the weight of his responsibilities seemed to lift. He pressed his forehead against yours, a gesture of bonding among wolves, a silent promise of protection and loyalty.

"Stay with me," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "No matter what comes, stay by my side."

You nodded, your heart swelling with love and determination. "Always," you promised, knowing that, together, you could face whatever the future held.

The night deepened around you, but the darkness felt a little less daunting with Greely by your side. And as the moon watched over Jamaa, you knew that this bond, this connection, would be your greatest strength.