#was waiting for a while to make this comic

[pinetreevillain]

SURPRISE!! THIS IS WHAT YOU’VE BEEN WAITING TWO MONTHS FOR!!!

Greenline was a labor of love that received more love than I anticipated it, and Timothy himself was a little Underdog I hadn’t even given two thoughts about. I am proud of this comic and the time and work and life I lived while i was making it, and now I want to put it in the hands of people who loved it and supported me in my quest to make it.

I plan to ship it out by Christmas! Thank you everyone who supported me here, in my life in person or on Discord, on Patreon, and on Instagram and Ko-fi.

[the-littlest-lily]

LD 1 - Lost and Found

Starting something new! I’m so excited to try out this format hehe. I'm inexperienced enough in digital drawing that doing full color jobs on anything still really intimidates me, I usually just prefer doodling and keeping things in black and white (especially since I like making comics and those take long enough without coloring). But I was inspired by these new character ideas to use a texting format so that I can still tell a story without having quite as many drawings to make. This way I can practice coloring while indulging in a new project 😊 

This series will be called “Long Distance.” Unlike Salt & Pepper, I have no posting schedule of any kind for these, I'll just be posting them whenever I make a new one. I can't wait for you guys to get to know these two 🥰

Keep reading for their full-sized "photos"

[carrrrino]

OMG!! I love your art style.

I saw that Mel will be part of the series of Outbreak. I was wondering if you knew the creator that made the comic series, or perhaps asked permission to use their character? (The missing Scarf AU) (I can’t wait to see her interactions with other character, especially No Name)

Thank you!

Yes, Mel (by Seirindono here on Tumblr,) will be in the series. I LOVE Seirin's TMS comic and have been following them for a while, and have even spoken to them on a few occasions! They're open to Mel being in the series, but in the beginning, no, I didn't ask 😭.. just threw her in there kjdsflkj

I've done that with most characters, but if a creator is uncomfortable with that sort of thing (which most of the time is made known on their blogs,) I will not add them in respect to the creator. I've started reaching out a lot more to creators before jumping straight in without regards to their preferances! Luckily, all of the creators I've met so far are super open and nice.. glad I was able to reach out ^^. I'm excited for character interactions as well!! I figured I've kept you guys waiting long enough for more lore (and waiting months or even years for animations/ an animation to come out is absolutely ridiculous), so I will be making more short comics / lorepiece art! My previous post here was one of them, and I'm currently working on a short comic as well.

[7squidgy7]

✧.*100 follower celebration type thing*.✧

So, to celebrate 100 followers on tumblr, I decided to draw some fanart for people. This community is so sweet. Every one of these artists has inspired me in some way.

I'm really sorry for those I haven't made art for. I may make a part 2 one day for those I missed. Who knows.

This was a really nice way to try out different art styles while mixing them with my own.

Apologies for all the link later on. Want to explain the creative process a bit for those interested cause I put way too much effort into it to not mention.

Close ups below cut:

@donutfloats

Your arts so cute and soft, I love it. You have a great way of just expressing love through your art.

I was inspired by 2 of your pieces for this, the main one being the 3rd image for this post. The lambs dress is so pretty, I just knew I wanted to draw it flowy and dancing, and the second image I used is this post for the rendering style.

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@aniimoni

I really like your artstyle. The monochrome colours are delightful, as with the way you do lineart. while making this, I was thinking this is the perfect style to meld with mine.

I was inspired a lot by the axe and hammer drawings in this post. As a hammer lover, I decided to combine the 2 together.

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@teruuu

Something about your style is mischevios. Your rendering and lineart are just wonderful as well. You have a very distinctive style that matches mine quite well, i think.

I feel compulsion of the flesh Lamb and Narinder would give each other kisses on the hand but take a bite at the same time. They freaky like that. Based my rendering around this post and the previous draw you character here, I did. These are fun designs to draw.

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@poopylumpkins

I really like your vampire au something about it really spoke to me as a afab non-binary.

Lamb deserves to wear their own clothes and something about narinder helping with their makeup convinces me he'll help out.

if you're curious, i colour picked the background and shading from this post

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@olrinarts

This was a really fun style to draw. Something about how you draw these 2 is delightful. Love yuri narinder's eyes in particular.

Rock god yuri. What more can I say these are really good designs. Showed them to my friend, and they loved them.

Decided to have them dueting, while Narinder can't sing lamb can always pick up that role.

Used this post for the background and shading colours, and this is a kinda basis for the pose.

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@redcrowncafe

Really love you fic and art. I like to see the fic brought to reality through all the comics and art, which has a very pleasing look to the eye.

I have never struggled so much with an art style, fun challenge, but very different to my own.

Wanted to draw their Halloween costumes from this post. Lambert would definitely get too into the vampire costume and bite Nari at some point probably.

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@joffyworld

Just wanna say thank you so much for the reblogs and kind words. It gives me a lot of confidence in my work and is a genuine brightness in my day.

I wasn't sure what to draw you, so I thought I'd just show you a pic of my new one who waits figurine, that arrived recently. Its a little weird, I think an earlier design but cool none the less.

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[moowmoon]

SANDWICHES, KISSES AND MESS

— spencer reid x fem!reader

— summary: it was the perfect afternoon for spencer. he was with her, making sandwiches and a slight mess.

— c/w: i think none?

— w/c: 1.4k

— a/n: hello! another spencer one-shot! i want to thank's margot (@pathologicalreid) and ket (@mandarinmoons) to help me choosing spencer for this one-shot! i hope you guys like it and let me know your thoughts! english is not my first language, so forgive me if there's any mistake!

The kitchen was illuminated by a soft light, filtered by the late afternoon that poured through the windows. Ingredients were spread out on the worktop, and a pile of bread slices and assorted cheeses were waiting for their turn at the small improvised feast. Spencer was focused, holding a knife with almost comical concentration as he cut a piece of cheese. Next to him, she was trying to open a jar of jam, the lid tougher than she imagined, drawing a restrained laugh from him.

“Do you need any help with that, Miss Independent?” he teased, with a smile that was a mixture of playfulness and defiance.

She rolled her eyes, laughing. “Spencer, I can open a jar of jam.” She tried again, but the glass slipped out of her hands, almost falling to the floor before she caught it in the air in an involuntary reflex.

“Of course you can.” he whispered with a wink, holding up the jar. Spencer slid her hand down the side of the glass, his fingers firm and warm against hers. Even though they didn't look at each other for a moment, the subtle closeness seemed to ignite something in the air, an electricity that hovered between them.

Little by little, the ingredients lined up on the counter, each one in its place as if waiting for the right moment to be used. Spencer reached out to take a slice of bread, but at the same moment she did the same, and their fingers met. They laughed, but no one moved for a second, their fingers lingering on the bread as if that simple touch could contain an entire conversation.

“You mean I'm stealing your piece of bread now?” she joked, looking at him with a challenging smile.

Spencer laughed quietly, still holding the slice of bread close to her. “Well, I'm not one to share my sandwich… but I think I can make an exception for you.”

She let go of the bread, laughing, and the two of them continued assembling the sandwiches. While she spread some mustard on the slices, Spencer picked up the pot next to her to pour in the grated cheese, and their arms crossed again, a light touch, but full of tenderness that they both pretended not to notice.

They exchanged glances between casual laughs, the tension between them growing as if each touch were a silent secret.

While she concentrated on spreading the cheese on the bread, Spencer grabbed a handful of flour from the worktop, a spark of mischief forming in his eyes. He waited for the right moment, leaning down next to her, pretending to be interested in what he was doing, until, with one agile movement, he dabbed a little flour on her nose.

She stopped, blinking in surprise. “Spencer Reid, did you really do that?”

He laughed, taking a step back, his hands raised in feigned innocence. “I couldn't resist. You were an easy target.”

She tried to wipe up the flour but ended up spreading even more, which only made him laugh louder. Determined, she picked up a piece of tomato from the board, threatening to throw it at him.

“Don't even think about it.” he warned, laughing, but her defiant tone only encouraged him further. She threw the tomato in his direction, hitting him lightly on the shoulder.

“Now it's war.” he joked, leaning towards her, but when she tried to dodge, he pulled her close, their laughter mixing as the space between them shrank, their eyes exchanging sparks in silent banter.

After the little battle with flour and tomatoes, Spencer and his partner were still panting with laughter. The kitchen was filled with a slight mess, scattered ingredients, and a delicious smell in the air. As she tried to catch her breath, Spencer watched her with a satisfied smile, admiring how the strands of hair fell over her face.

“You're a mess,” he said jokingly, running his hand over her cheek, where a little flour was still stuck. She smiled, finding it funny.

“You started it!” she retorted, but she couldn't look away from him, an intensity beginning to take over the space between them.

Spencer didn't withdraw his hand, letting it rest on her cheek for a second longer, their fingers intertwining gently. Their laughter subsided, giving way to a heavy silence where words seemed unnecessary. He stared at her, his gaze deep, as if he were evaluating every fraction of a moment. The warmth of his hands mingled with that of the kitchen itself.

She took a deep breath, a shy smile forming on her lips as the connection between them grew stronger with each passing moment. The touch that had only been playful now seemed deeper, and she wondered if he too felt the same electricity in the air.

“So,” he began, his voice a little lower, almost a whisper, ”what else do you have in mind for our sandwich?”

The moment seemed suspended, and she knew the answer was beyond words. The simplicity of the kitchen was transformed into a space where intimacy flourished, and every beat of their hearts seemed to shout that this moment was even more special.

The tension between them hung in the air, each absorbing the silent energy that pulsed between the touches and glances they exchanged. Spencer was still holding her hand, and slowly, as if time had slowed down, he raised his other hand, sliding it gently under her cheek. The touch was delicate, but the electricity they felt was palpable.

She closed her eyes for a moment, allowing the sensation to envelop her. Spencer, watching her, realized the fragility of that moment and moved even closer. His hand caressed her cheek, his thumbs gliding gently over the soft skin. It was a simple gesture, but it carried the depth of everything they didn't say in words.

When her eyes opened, she met his, so close that she could feel his breathing. The world around them seemed to disappear, and all that remained was that intense connection. The laughter and jokes had given way to a silence full of unspoken meanings.

“I…” Spencer began, but the words died on his lips. Instead, he leaned in, the distance between them fading. She followed him, their hearts beating in unison, until, without thinking, he ended the distance with a soft kiss.  It was a delicate touch, but full of urgency that they had both tried to ignore.

The kiss was a mixture of restrained laughter and silent promises, and she gave in, wrapping her arms around him, and pulling him closer. The warmth of the embrace enveloped her, and at that moment, everything seemed perfect. The kitchen, with its chaos, became the refuge where they could finally be honest, their bodies fitting together perfectly while the world continued outside, but they didn't care.

But suddenly, the shrill sound of the oven timer cut through the romantic atmosphere, echoing through the kitchen like an emergency alarm. Spencer and she moved away quickly, their faces flushed and their eyes wide with surprise.

“Wow, that was… unexpected.” she said, trying to hold back her laughter as she walked away, her lips still slightly tinged with a smile. Spencer let out a laugh, running his hand through his hair in a gesture of playful exasperation.

“I didn't know cooking was so dangerous,” he replied, walking over to the oven and opening the door. The smell of what they were preparing enveloped the kitchen, a mixture of ingredients that now seemed even more delicious after that moment.

She joined him, and they both looked at what they had made, their laughter mixing with the aroma of the sandwich. “Look at that! I don't think we're going to be able to make a perfect sandwich with the mess we've made.” she commented, looking at the flour spread and the traces of tomato on the worktop.

“Ah, but the mess is part of the fun, right?” Spencer said, throwing some flour in the air as if it were confetti. The act made her laugh, the echo of laughter filling the kitchen once again, dissolving any trace of tension.

“You're right! Let's make this sandwich a real work of art… or a masterpiece of mess!” she said, picking up a piece of bread and starting to assemble the ingredients again. Meanwhile, Spencer watched her, admiring the joy she brought to the kitchen and the warmth they still felt from their shared moment.

As they continued to work, their gazes crossed from time to time, carrying the memory of their kiss and the feeling of intimacy that still lingered between them. It was a mixture of playfulness and affection, a light moment that promised more laughter and connections ahead.

[redvexillum]

I wasn’t planning on posting any stories this month since I’m still on a bit of a break, but with everything going on in America right now, I just felt the need to reach out. I know there’s nothing I can do to change things, and this may seem small and silly, but writing is what I know how to do. And if even one story can bring a smile or a bit of comfort to my friends, then I want to share it with you. Please hang in there. You’re not alone.

PART 01. CATASTOR AND HIS NEW DO

The mirror reflected back a tired version of you, someone with hair that seemed almost weary itself—dull, brittle, lifeless. It felt as if it siphoned off the vibrance around it, capturing any glimmer of light and snuffing it out. You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes in concentration, pondering whether today might finally be the day to give it a fresh look, a touch of sparkle.

“Nyaahh,” came the unmistakable squeak from behind you. There was Catastor, your mischievous little companion, perched primly on the dresser. From his place in the reflection, his big, round eyes stared outward in comical opposite directions, his pink tongue lolling out as he mimicked your tilted head with an exaggerated, inquisitive look.

“Baby!” you called, your heart swelling with warmth as you spun around, arms open wide. The sound of your voice was enough to make his tail wag wildly, his body nearly vibrating with excitement. Without hesitation, he launched himself at you, his small, warm body landing like a soft, cozy blanket against your chest, his form molding against you with the comfort of melted cheese.

A purr reverberated through him as he nestled closer, pressing his face into your neck, his ears flattened in absolute contentment while his tail swayed in erratic, delighted rhythms. You ran a hand absentmindedly over his back, savoring the soft fur beneath your fingertips. His warmth seeped into you, a soothing weight that melted the day’s tension as his purring grew, a low, comforting rumble.

“I’m thinking of getting my hair done,” you mused, fingers trailing through his soft coat. His purrs only deepened, and the faint tug of relaxation settled over you like a spell, easing every muscle into stillness.

Catastor blinked up at you, each eye fluttering in its own haphazard rhythm. You chuckled at his antics, reaching down to tap his little nose. “What do you think? Should I cut my hair?” You knew he couldn’t actually answer, but you enjoyed these small conversations; there was a special solace in talking to him, as if he understood more than he let on.

In response, he stretched his neck, bringing his face to yours, then gave the tip of your nose a tiny lick before plopping his head over your shoulder, nuzzling into the crook between your neck and shoulder. A small laugh bubbled up as his soft fur brushed against your cheek, the feel of his familiar warmth filling you with a calm contentment.

After a moment, you lowered yourself onto the bed, trying to peel him off of you, but Catastor flopped onto the mattress with an exaggerated stretch, limbs splayed like a second blanket, his belly exposed and tail twitching in lazy arcs.

“Well, I’ll be getting my hair done today, so I’ll need you to watch the house while I’m gone,” you murmured, giving his soft belly a gentle scratch. His eyes drifted shut, head lolling back as a new wave of purrs filled the room, his front paw giving a contented twitch.

“I’ll even bring a treat back from Cannibal Town,” you promised, your heart melting as his purrs softened, his form going limp, edging on sleep. Catastor always struggled with separation, and more than once you’d found him nestled secretly in your hair after shrinking himself down to follow you. So, you’d learned to wait until he was fully asleep before attempting a quiet exit.

As his breathing deepened, his little paws twitching as if in a dream, you held back a giggle and rose carefully. Holding your breath, you tiptoed to the door, gently closing it behind you. Outside, you finally released a long sigh, the crisp air filling your lungs. You loved his protective nature, but he’d once torn apart a whole street after a gang had tried to hassle you. As grateful as you were for his fierce loyalty, his fervor sometimes led to more trouble than you bargained for.

Keys and wallet in hand, you glanced back toward your room, a gentle smile tugging at your lips. “Sweet dreams, baby,” you whispered softly. “I’ll be back soon.”

At the salon, you were greeted by Mel, the ever-charming Poodle Sinner who had a reputation for her wickedly red lipstick and long, flirtatious lashes, popping her gum with every word. She tossed her towel over one shoulder with practiced ease, flashing you a wide grin.

“Darling!” she greeted, smirking as she chewed her gum. “’Bout time you came back, hah!” With a wink, she gestured toward the chair, deftly laying out her trays of potions and lotions, each bottle filled with promises of shine, volume, and glamour.

“What’re we doing today, hun?” she asked, fingers weaving through your hair as she examined it with a critical eye. “My, you’ve let her grow!” She gave an exaggerated cluck of her tongue when she caught on a knot, making you wince. “Now, don’t you worry, we’re gonna make you shine like a star again.”

As you settled in, you couldn’t help but imagine Catastor napping peacefully at home, dreaming of treats and waiting loyally for your return.

You laughed nervously, watching Mel's smirk in the reflection as she raised a brow, eyes full of mischief. The cold mist from her spray bottle caught you off guard, sending a shiver down your spine as your shoulders jolted. Slowly, you settled back into the chair, letting yourself relax as she worked her fingers through your hair. “I was thinking…maybe some curls?” you mumbled, cheeks warming as a certain image flickered to mind—one of a tall, red-haired demon with that wily smile and fluffy ears.

“Oh my!” Mel snickered knowingly, brushing through your hair in slow, precise strokes. “There’s a new man in your life, isn’t there?”

Immediately, your cheeks flamed, and your gaze dropped to your hands, fingers twisting together as you stammered, “N-no! Nothing like that, really…he’s just, uh…just my boss.” But your heart betrayed you, racing faster with every word. The thought of admitting any hint of interest, even to your friend, left you shy and tongue-tied.

“Say no more, sweetheart,” Mel trilled in a sing-song voice, dismissing your excuses with a wink. “I’ll make you look like a knockout!”

A tiny squeak escaped you, your face now red as a tomato. “It’s not—it’s really nothing like that!” You tried to argue, though the grin tugging at Mel’s lips made it clear she didn’t buy a word of it. Before you could protest further, she gave your head a light pat, her smile bright and warm. You couldn’t help but smile back, the joy in her laughter lifting you from your shyness.

As Mel worked, the usual salon gossip filled the air, talk of the latest mischief and drama from the East Side of Pentagram. She’d been one of your first friends in this strange place—a friendly face in the chaos of Hell. You remembered that first day, scared and alone, stumbling into her salon. Now, as you sat there, chatting and laughing with her, you felt a happiness and warmth that chased away any lingering loneliness.

The smell of her berry-scented products wrapped around you as she applied them, each brushstroke feeling like a balm. And despite yourself, your thoughts drifted back to your boss—the Radio Demon. Would he be surprised to see you tomorrow, all dolled up with new curls? Maybe he’d even…like it?

Your hands pressed together, a hopeful smile spreading across your face as you imagined the look on his. You could practically see his eyebrow raise, his grin widening in that sly, amused way.

After what felt like hours, a sharp gasp broke your reverie. Mel had jumped back, a look of shock on her face. “Oh, honey, there was a…pest in your hair!” she exclaimed, eyes wide.

Confused, you frowned, tilting your head. A pest? Before you could ask, a loud, indignant yowl rang out from behind you, and you felt something shift in your hair. In a flash of pink, something furry tumbled forward, landing on the floor in a poof of exaggerated volume.

Your mouth dropped open as you stared down. There, standing in a mound of fluffy, pink fur—puffed out so large he looked like a living cotton candy puff—was Catastor. His fur had poofed to double its usual size, the familiar outward-pointing eyes and red monocle nearly swallowed up by the mass of fluff. His wide grin only made the sight more ridiculous.

“Catastor!” you gasped, dropping to your knees as he waddled toward you, his puffy paws kneading at your knee in that familiar, pleading gesture for comfort.

“Oh, baby,” you cooed, scooping him up and pressing him close. His fur was so soft and squishy it felt like sinking into a plush cloud, your arms disappearing into the sheer volume of fluff. He burrowed his head against you, the tremble in his yowl finally quieting as you gently stroked his back.

“Oh, my, Satan,” Mel laughed, eyes twinkling. “You’re holding a walking ball of cotton candy!”

You looked down at Catastor, his little face half-buried in his own fur, his yowl softening to little meows. The sight of him, so utterly ridiculous and adorable, sent a wave of giggles through you. “Looks like we both got a spa day today,” you teased, scratching under his chin. His eyes drooped, his purrs growing content and low.

“I know just the thing!” Mel said with a playful wink, disappearing behind the counter. She returned with matching ribbons, one for each of you. Gently, she tied a little bow around the small, perfect curl atop Catastor’s head, then expertly fastened the other bow in your newly styled curls.

Turning back to the mirror, you burst into another fit of delighted giggles. Your hair looked amazing, vibrant and full, bouncing with every movement, and in your arms was Catastor, fluffy and bow-adorned to match.

You cradled him close, feeling a warmth spread through your chest, a happiness that lifted you. Tomorrow, you would see your boss…Alastor, with your new look, confident and refreshed. And maybe…just maybe…he’d notice.

But for now, you were content to just sit here with Catastor, your matching bows and poofy styles reflecting the joyful, silly energy you felt bubbling over.

[vrystalius]

Trick or treat..?

I suppose it’s too late for that huhu😭 but may I please have your take on Sanemi taking care of a drunk s/o after a (halloween?) party?

Sanemi taking care of his drunk partner

He knew attending Tengen’s birthday part was a mistake. Sanemi never wanted to come in the first place!

Pairing: Sanemi x gn!reader

Again, this absolutely beautiful banner was made by @erexart !! Please, please go check her out! She makes fanarts (remember boxer Sanemi?) and art including her ocs and characters like Kyojuro and Sanemi— I love her comics so much, they are so so cute and I love imagining my own oc in her place XD Anyways, thank you so much for requesting and making this beautiful banner for this fic!

“Sanemiiii, you’re soo serious… lighten uppp, this a party, yeah?”

“Party’s over.”

Sanemi was steadily helping you to lean against his shoulder while his arms were wrapped beneath yours, trying to drag you down the streets, back to your home. He doesn’t step into the role of a caretaker often, but after watching you down drinks after drinks alongside the birthday-boy Uzui, he was already mentally preparing himself to finally pay you back for all the times you took care of him, physically and mentally. It’s the least he could do for you in his eyes, taking care of you while you are drunk. He had already stayed near you all evening, making sure that you don’t seriously overdo it and end up with alcohol poisoning, silently glaring at Tengen for again pouring you another drink. Sanemi was never fond of alcohol drinks and decided to stick to his green tea. Someone has to stay sober and make sure everyone is being responsible, right?

By the time you were stumbling away from the former sound hashira’s mansion, your husband steadied you carefully while you kept trying to wiggle out of his grasp, assuring him that you can totally walk on your own. Dragging you home and making sure that you don’t trip or decide that running off is a suitable option for you as well. You didn’t notice how Sanemi’s grip tightened on you as you complained about going home so soon, wanting to stay a little longer at the birthday party to celebrate more. By the time you two arrived back home, it was way past midnight. Your husband guided you to sit down while he prepared a small meal for you, scolding you to drink the glass of water he handed you slowly but surely, threatingly pointing his wooden spoon at you while standing by the stove.

“You’re so mean to meee! You’re lucky I like your pretty face.”

“Mhm, just drink your damn water.”

It’s a little ironic to him how Sanemi usually is spending his nights beating the shit out of demons, dragging himself home and almost falling asleep in the shower while you scrub his bloody back. Sometimes, despite how exhausted and how much you want to sleep right now, you still drag yourself to the kitchen and prepare a small meal for him so that he doesn’t have to go to bed hungry. You know that your husband would be too exhausted to make something himself, preferring to sleep. Despite how annoyed and pissed he seems with you right now because of how drunk you are, Sanemi still gladly takes care of you.

He always felt like he was taking more than he was giving in your relationship, taking your affections for granted, barely having any time for you due to his hashira duties and never really acknowledging how much you are doing for him. While holding the glass of water to your lips you still haven’t finished, his fingers carefully brushing over your rosy cheeks as a way to gently coax you into finally drinking at least a little bit of water. The quick meal he whipped up wasn’t anything too fancy, Sanemi feeding you with chopsticks while you lazy lean back against the chair, ready to crash into bed and hibernate until the late afternoon. Now you’re thankful for Sanemi dragging you home so early.

A shower he was planning on forcing you to take has to wait until later, you’re basically half asleep in your chair by the time he finished feeding you. Carrying you to bed was much easier than dragging you away from Tengen’s estate, your body basically limp in his arms while he carried you to bed. Your arms were lazily wrapped around his neck, playing a little with the hair on the back of his head while dreamily staring at your husband’s handsome face. My, was he always this hot? Or is the way Sanemi is removing your sweaty clothes just really turning you on? Before you could even open your mouth, your husband carefully helped you lay down properly onto your mattress, tucking you in with the cosiest sheets he could find. You grinned at him.

“What’re ya staring at?”

“The hottest man in the whole world.”

You relaxed under his touch as he ran his thick fingers through your hairstrands, detangling your hair a little while his eyes glossed over your features. Sanemi gave you a small hum of acknowledgement before leaning down to you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. A small giggle escaped your lips as you weakly tried pulling the warm body of your husband closer for a cuddle. He didn’t even try to protest despite him still being dressed in his street clothes.

“I gotta change, bug.”

“Mh, no. Dooooon’t caaaree.”

Sanemi groaned in annoyance but never made an attempt to move away or escape your grasp. The tension in his body slowly began to disappear the longer your body pressed against his. He lazily kicked his shoes off and slipped beneath the sheets, giving up on fighting against your drunk stubbornness.

“Just sleep, will ya?”

“As long as you stay here.”

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he began to smile slightly. He moved closer to you, burying his face into your warm neck, closing his eyes in exhaustion.

“I ain’t going nowhere, promise.”

💠

I always feel so incredibly honoured when I receive art for my fics— when I first started posting on tumblr, I set some small goals for me to archive while being active on here: get over 100 followers, get a post to 1.000 interactions, get requests and get my favourite authors to like my works— one of those goals was to receive fanart or art for my works, and the first time erexart offered to make a banner for one of my posts, I can’t describe how happy I felt XD Once I gathered enough (like a goblin), I’ll make a small post collecting every piece of media I received from others— may it be art from you guys or own little fan-works or whatever, I always feel incredibly honoured to receive anything.

I apologise if this may sound desperate or demanding, I just feel like I don’t express my appreciation for you guys enough XD

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

[igbylicious]

whichever way [woosan x reader] epilogue

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, FWB to QPR

ch. summary: together you make a new start.

wc: 2.6k

ch. warnings: no explicit content but there is some conversation about sex, i teared up while writing this; does that count as a warning?

a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns.

a/n²: what a fucking time we live in. take good care ♡

masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, epilogue

“I think these are the last ones,” Wooyoung says, patting the stack of boxes next to him. “Did we get everything from your side?”

“Yeah, we emptied that out yesterday,” you say. “This… this is it.”

San hums thoughtfully, putting an arm around each of you. “End of an era isn’t it?”

The three of you stand by the doorway to the living area, looking over an empty, forlorn apartment.

Depressingly bare walls, furniture replaced by nostalgia. It doesn’t even look like anyone ever stayed here at all. The only concrete proof of your life here is the kitchen cabinet’s crooked door, busted when San hit his head so hard you’d worried he fractured his skull.

Even now, face to face with the empty room, it feels surreal to leave it all behind. No more paper-thin walls, no clumsily bumping into each other in the cramped kitchenette, no more sneaking through the building’s hallway in the early mornings or late nights.

Suddenly every small inconvenience is filtered through the rose-coloured lens of sentimentality, like they’re something to be treasured. Maybe they are. The little imperfections that brought texture to the flavourful sweetness of everything good.

All three of you take a moment, keenly aware you’re saying goodbye to the space where you collided into them; collided, and then intertwined. There’s a lot here to be grateful for.

Wooyoung is the one to break the spell. He nods his head with a big sigh, like he's bracing himself. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you say, matching his sigh. “Just one more thing left to do here, right?”

San and Wooyoung divide the boxes between them; you are already holding a large flower bouquet. It’s time for your final goodbye in this building.

Together, you take the elevator down one floor, then walk over to the apartment placed directly underneath yours. You ring the doorbell, and it does not take long before Mrs Yoon opens the door.

“Oh? Oh! It’s you kids!” The crinkles in her face deepen into a wide smile, and she curiously eyes the boxes. “Today is the big day then, hm?”

San bows his head politely. “We’re officially moved out, yes,” he says, a tinge of red across his cheeks. “Um. Sorry for all the trouble we’ve caused.”

“Nonsense,” she scolds. “No trouble at all, I’m sad to see you go. It’ll be so quiet around here without you!”

The redness on San’s face intensifies but Wooyoung just giggles, immune to Mrs Yoon’s light teasing. “Still, we didn’t want to go without getting you a little something,” Wooyoung says, “a thank you for putting up with us!”

“Ahh, Wooyoungie, you shouldn’t have!” Mrs Yoon coos adoringly over him like he’s her favourite grandson, lovingly pinching his cheeks. She lets out a small gasp of surprise when you hand the flowers over to her. “These are for me? Really?”

“Really,” you say. “It’s the least we could do!”

The bouquet looks comically huge in her tiny arms, almost drowning her in camellias and hydrangeas; but Mrs Yoon just beams with delight, taking a deep whiff of the sweet aromas. Even with the flowers, she still manages to reach for your cheek, patting it in gratitude.

“Wishing you and your friends all the best in your new home, sweetie,” she says warmly. “Feel free to drop by if you’re ever back in the neighbourhood.”

“We will, Mrs Yoon,” you promise, a pleasant glow in your chest at the word ‘friends’. “Thank you for looking out for us.”

The three of you part ways with Mrs Yoon, regretfully declining an invitation to come inside for a cup of tea. Your new home waits for you.

The new apartment is not too far from the old place, just a short ride away. Wooyoung is driving the car that Yunho was gracious enough to lend you, and you’re next to him in the front seat, his hand resting casually on your thigh. San is behind you, leaned forward with his chin on the backrest while he sweetly hums along to some romantic pop-song on the radio.

You bask in the warm glow of sunlight filtering through the window, smiling at San’s smooth voice while your hand rests on top of Wooyoung’s. It’s easy, it’s comfortable. Outside the car, your surroundings slowly grow less and less familiar, though you know that’ll come with time. You look forward to it.

Finally you reach the compex’s underground parking lot where Wooyoung neatly parks Yunho’s car. You unload the boxes, and find the elevators after a brief moment of disorientation.

You’re not on the top floor this time, but this building is taller so you’re still up higher than before. Finally you exit the elevator, and nostalgia is pushed back in favour of excitement as you walk over to your front door. One single door, for all three of you.

(Of course, you practically lived together already anyway, but it still feels different like this. More solid. Words and promises of long-term commitment transformed into tangible fact.)

You type in the freshly memorised code into the keypad, and the door opens.

The apartment is bigger and nicer than your old place; it’d be far too expensive for you alone, but that’s the practical benefit of splitting rent three ways. It’s still a mess, of course, unpacked boxes all over the place, but already you can see glimpses what it’s going to be, the home you’ll make out of this cluttered chaos.

Already there’s a small bustle of friends moving around the place, helping you to settle in. Even Hongjoong took time off, standing in the (significantly larger) kitchenette with a puzzled expression as he goes through one of the boxes.

You make a beeline towards him, and Hongjoong grins as you approach, making a show of groaning in annoyance when you lay a bear-hug on him.

“What kind of highbrow culinary types did you move in with? I don’t even know what half of these are,” he sighs, toying with a basic garlic press as he glances at the wide array of appliances strewn on the kitchen island. “Makes me feel like I’m not adulting right.”

“It’s alright, not all of us can be kitchen princesses. That’s Wooyoung’s purview,” you joke.

Hongjoong snorts. “Is that your way of saying you also don’t know what half of these are?”

“Pff, don’t lump me in with you. I know at least three quarters of them.”

“Wow, impressive! Let me know when you earn your first Michelin Star.”

He grins when you playfully elbow him in the side, and together you unpack the rest of the box, enjoying the bustle of activity around you.

A few people are walking back and forth, sorting out boxes and putting them in the right place. Seonghwa and Yeosang have taken up most of the floorspace to assemble a large bookcase, looking somewhat bamboozled by the instructions. San is setting out Byeol’s things already, even though she’ll stay at his sister’s as a guest until you’re all settled in.

He wrestles with putting her climbing tree back together when a sudden flash of light distracts him; Wooyoung has grabbed his camera. To do a little documenting of the event, he claims.

“Wooyoung-ssi,” Yeosang says pointedly, “aren’t you just avoiding having to do any real work?”

“Come on, it’s important to save some memories of today!” Wooyoung says enthusiastically, utterly undeterred by his oldest friend’s scepticism. Instead he snaps a quick shot of Yeosang instead, who instantly shields his face. This only escalates into Wooyoung trying to take a selfie with Yeosang, which escalates into him trying to land a smooch on Yeosang’s cheek.

You watch their shenanigans with a wide, bright smile, and Hongjoong watches you with a thoughtful expression in turn.

“So…” he says in a slow drawl. “What was that you once told me? That you got nothing ‘involved’ going on with these guys?”

Heat flares up on your face. “Shut up,” you mumble, embarrassed at the reminder of how deeply in denial you used to be. Let’s face it; San and Wooyoung had firmly pulled you into their orbit from the very start.

Hongjoong chuckles and pats your shoulder. “It’s fine. I’m just glad you were right about the most important thing.”

You give him a confused look. “?”

His eyes soften, a crooked smile on his face. “That I didn’t have to worry about you.”

You swallow thickly, a sudden lump in your throat at his sincerity. “Yeah? Well don’t think that means you’re off the hook for our irregularly scheduled videocalls,” you joke awkwardly, prodding him in the side again. “It’s not like the guys replaced you or something. I still want my bestie too.”

“Good!” he chuckles. “Anyway, they couldn’t if they tried. I’m pretty irreplaceable.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” you laugh, whapping him on the shoulder.

You try to continue unpacking the kitchen supplies; but you soon get distracted when Yunho struggles to carry a gigantic potted plant, and you realise he’s about to set it down in the living area.

“Yunho wait, hang on! That goes outside!”

You abandon Hongjoong to guide Yunho out to the modestly sized balcony.

“Here, here,” you usher him to a corner, where the plant will provide some nice shade and privacy.

Yunho sighs in relief when he can set the heavy pot down, stretching his back with a low groan as he stands upright again. He looks around curiously, looking around the balcony. It’s not much, with just some old garden furniture that Wooyoung’s parents ‘donated’ to you, but the plant makes a good start to cosy it up properly.

“Huh. Hadn’t been out here yet,” he says, putting his hands on the metal railing to lean forward and take in the view. “It’s nice.”

Your eyes get momentarily distracted by how his long fingers curl around the handrail, but then you tear your gaze away and look out over the neighbourhood together. It’s mostly other apartment complexes, but there’s a big park with plenty of greenery and a pond nearby too, next to a busy kids’ playground.

“Yeah,” you agree with a wistful smile. “Really nice.”

You glance at Yunho again. All the initial awkwardness between you has faded by now; San, Wooyoung and him were eager to make up for lost time, so he’s been around quite a bit. You don’t mind. You like Yunho.

(Not just because he has distracting hands. He’s every bit as funny and dependable as your first impression led you to believe. It didn’t take long for you to grow just as fond of Yunho as the guys are.)

“And if you think about it, I got you to thank for it all!” you joke, grinning at Yunho. “Really, if you hadn’t played cupid, I wouldn’t have ended up here.”

Yunho blinks in confusion. “Cupid?”

“Yeah? You set San and Wooyoung up, right? San told me you played matchmaker.”

“……Huh. That is what San thinks I was doing?” He lets out an awkward, breathy chuckle, rubbing the back of his head.

“You weren’t?” You frown at Yunho. “But you introduced them, right?”

“Y-Yeah, but— Never mind,” he says, his ears going red. “It’s not important.”

You give him a stubborn look. “Um. No. No, you can’t leave me hanging there. What’s not important?”

Yunho sees the look in your eyes, and after a long moment he gives a slow nod and straightens up. He glances at the open balcony door, but nobody inside is paying you any particular mind.

He leans forward, conspiratorially, dropping his voice low. The secrecy is causing your heart to bump faster in your chest; what the hell happened?

“Okay so, uh. No, I didn’t set them up,” Yunho says. “Sure, I’m really happy that it worked out so well for them, but… no, I just meant to test the waters for a bit, to see if things clicked between us, and then… I could see if they were interest in doing… other stuff together.”

“Stuff?” you ask — but the redness of Yunho’s ears deepens, and a lightbulb turns on in your head. “Wait,” you hiss, lowering your own voice as you lean even closer to him. “You introduced them to have a threesome? And they started dating instead??”

“Basically, yeah!” he chuckles awkwardly. “And really, it’s no big deal, I’m happy to see my friends happy. I saw the way they hit it off, figured I’d give them some space to figure things out. Thought I could always pitch the idea later — well, until Wooyoung told me San wanted to be monogamous.”

“Oh god,” you say, growing more and more aghast as your brain works overtime, linking up all the dots Yunho is throwing at you. “And then San asked you for advice about me.”

“Yeah, I’ll admit it — that one stung!” he laughs, about five percent pained. The last lingering hints of a grudge still holding on.

“I bet it did, fuck I’m so sorry—”

“Not your fault,” Yunho says, patting your shoulder with a reassuring smile.

You puff out a flustered burst of air, and shake off your embarrassment. Yeah, he’s right. This isn’t your fault. “…Is it weird that I’m kind of offended on your behalf?” you say with an awkward grin (god this is all so awkward). “Like, I know San and Wooyoung can be a bit oblivious, especially when they get stuck in each other’s little lovestruck tunnel vision, but seriously? They never realised??”

“Eh,” Yunho shrugs. “It’s on me too, I misjudged. Clearly shouldn’t have taken the subtle approach.”

You snort. “Okay yeah, maybe it’s a little on you too. The subtle approach? For those two?”

“Hey! Whatcha talking about?” San says out of nowhere, poking his head around the doorway like a devil who has belatedly realised someone spoke of him. “Thought I heard my name!”

You freeze instantly and fumble for an answer. “Uuhhhhhhh…”

Wooyoung’s head pokes out from behind San’s broad shoulders. “Hm? Are you guys gossiping about us?”

“Umm…………”

But Yunho just lets out a dry chuckle, unfazed by the interruption. “Yeah, actually,” he says with an easygoing smile. “I was just telling her that I never meant to play matchmaker for you two.”

“You weren’t?” San asks in surprise. “I thought…”

“I know,” Yunho interrupts him, not unkindly. “But no, I was trying to set us for a threesome.”

A deep, deep silence falls that strikes even Wooyoung.

He’s just staring at Yunho wide-eyed, the gears in his head ground to a complete halt. San has gone full crimson in the cheeks, putting Yunho’s faintly red ears to shame.

“What?” Yunho laughs when he sees your surprised face. “You said it yourself; no room for subtlety with these two. It was bound to come out sometime anyway. No time like the present.”

“You know what? Fair,” you say, relaxing back into a laugh of your own.

“W-wait, you what??” San finally stammers out.

Yunho casually leans his side against the balcony railing, shrugging at San. “Is it really that big a surprise, coming from me?”

Wooyoung’s shock has slowly morphed into a thoughtful expression as the gears in his head come back into motion. Keen interest shines in his eyes as he looks back-and-forth from San’s flustered blush to you and Yunho, grinning at each other.

“So uh,” Wooyoung says, mischief creeping into the curve of his crooked smile, “…is having sex together still on the table?”

final notes: yes, i am planning to do a one-shot sequel lol. you are getting that yunwoosan foursome smut scene <3 originally it was part of the epilogue, but i decided it works better as its own, separate thing

but this still is the end of the main series, the story of Woosan & reader coming together, and i am a big ball of emotion over it asdkjdsajk. thankyou for reading my fic, and for all the incredibly kind words i’ve received; this was a very special, personal project to me, and i hope it gave you some good times ♡

[bludhavens-finest]

Ok so this is the biggest blog I have so I will be talking about it here, also comics have always been inherently political so it makes sense to talk about here, this will be posted to the rest of my blogs as well

I’m going to tag this with tw’s, if you don’t want to see more shit about the election I get it believe me I do, that’s fine. If you do stay around I’m going to be incredibly blunt about this shit

1. Do not fucking kill yourself. The amount of queer and especially young people I have seen saying that they are going to is astronomical, these people are not worth loosing your life. If you need help, get help, talk to someone, at the end of this post I’ll add numbers/websites

2. If you are disabled like me, and you need something medically whether that be vaccines, surgeries, procedures, mobility aids, medications, or even certain information; get them now while you can. The medical system in America is a bitch to deal with and even harder to get into, most of my appointments take at least three months, but if you can get in and get things done before they switch who’s in office, get it done now.

3. If you are trans and planning to get gender affirming surgery or healthcare in the next few months same goes for you, get the surgeries while you still can and get on meds now, if you get on them now it’s going to be easier to keep the prescription for as long as you can.

4. If you’re a woman or afab, get birth control while you can. Because they are going to get rid of birth control at this point, they’ve already gone after abortions and this is the next step.

5. But queer/feminist/punk media and books while you still can, because yes they can and will ban books they already do it in schools

6. Honestly I would even go so far as to say start buying physical copies of certain bands if you can, because most hardcore and just regular punk bands will probably be less accessible

7. Honestly probably just get a vpn at this point, I know you’ve gotten an ad for one from a YouTuber before, look into the company’s, find one you can afford and like

8. If non-Americans or even just some Americans who are republicans (which if you are fuck off.) think this is an over-exaggeration it’s really not.

America is the only first world country without universal healthcare, most people in this country either die waiting for a doctor, die because of a doctor (medical negligence and malpractice are leading causes of death in America, over a quarter of a million people die a year because of it.), public transit is non-existent, disabled people have been fighting for our rights for decades, women lost the right to control their own bodies after having that right for less then a life span. Many woman were there when roe v wade passed and still alive when it was overturned. Because it all happened in the span of 50 years. The amount of violence in our police departments (that are only getting more and more funding), the lack of education and lack of historically accurate information taught in public schools, the literal fucking constant brainwashing campaigns.

This is all coming from someone who is Afab, a Minor, living in the south, mentally and physically disabled, a lesbian, and trans. Believe me I understand how fucking scared people are.

It is 2024 almost 2025, not 1970. You have access to information and you are entitled to being informed, so inform yourself. Check your own sources, do your own research.

I’m well aware that this all seems fucking dystopian, I know that it seems like there’s no point, but keep yourself safe. If you need a break from seeing all this filter your tags, go outside for a while, get off the internet, play with your pets, talk to friends. Just don’t let yourself sit in this and worry yourself to death, it’s not going to help anyone.

Numbers you can call: 1-866-488-7386 (Trevor project), If you go to their website you can also text if talking isn’t safe, 988 (suicide and crisis line),

[zombiee-reviews]

Finally some action, but for the wrong reasons.

Alright, so I am referring to the current patreon pages that were posted recently. Some of you know what I am going to discuss and others, not so much… So if you don’t want to be spoiled, then do not continue.

For the record before people get their panties in a bunch, I will not be posting pictures or anything of that matter as I do try to abide by Patreon rules. However, I am going to simply discuss what I felt from these pages.

So we finally got some action scenes with Marduk and let me just say, this whole thing is a giant mess. Kique so badly needed an antagonist for his story, so he decided to pick his ex co-writers character to defame, and blame for the whole mess.

This is absolutely ridiculous. In my opinion, Kiques decision in doing what he did with Marduk and with Jahla reading the scrolls throws not only Home’s plot off balance, but Asmundrs as well. I have way to many questions than I do answers, with where Kique is currently taking the story.

It is quite obvious that he has no damn clue where to take Home and is creating EVEN MORE plot holes! Once these pages become published, sadly won’t be for a while, I’ll be able to do a better and more detailed review.

But for now, all I am going to say is WTF KIQUE?! You’re in such desperation to make Home relevant again, that you’re willing to just confuse your audience even more? And just go nillie-willie with whatever idea you think will grab others attention? Also to make Asmundr confusing as well? I guess you finally figured out that people don’t like a live in roleplay for a comic. But god damn, why did you have to wait almost 900 pages later for something that could have been EXPLAINED better and EXCUTED 500 pages ago? When Marduk first made his appearance? Good lord idk what to say lmao.

[ninesolsyapper]

Well we also see her already being a harpy in the Prequel Comic, so she had to definitely undergo transmutation before liftoff.

Long-ass speculating ramble under cut.

It's really interesting to me how exactly the whole thing about embracing the harpy/bird form may have worked in her home country. Despite Penglai's overarching Taoist ideology, there is a whole ass country devoted to transmutation of their plants as well as their own bodies to survive better in their barren environement. At a face value this goes against the Edict of Inaction. For whatever reason Goumang's people are doing it, there must be a cultural weight behind it and behind becoming a bird.

Maybe it is a sort of a rite of passage expected of every adult or even from every teen? Yi mentions that Yumin's cities are vertical, based around their tall GM-ed trees, so it sounds like you just straight up need wings to move around to the fullest capacity. The idea of making such extensive body modifications to teens or possibly even kids maybe weird from our perspective, but in a cultural context of this tried-and-tested as well as the default for most adults, it maybe accepted that as soon as a kid is supposed to start growing more independent they get the wings.

So for Goumang this would possibly arguably add another dimension to how her childhood was fucked. The harpy transmutation procedure can be presumed to be costly to conduct, and the specialists conducting it will want to get paid for their work. So for a normal Yumin family this could have been a borderline mandatory expense, where any responsible parent was expected to have the means to pay up for their kids when the time came. Goumang having no parents would deprive her of that and possibly make her additionally stand out in her teenagehood.

Though we don't really know about her living arrangements over her whole childhood, her Dreamscape implies that at least a period of being all alone and homeless left a big mark on her. However unless Yumin as a whole was poverty-stricken beyond belief, I don't see how an orphan could be entirely deprived of for example receiving shelter in an orphanage. We know she did become highly educated so she at the very least interact with some sources of education in the first place throrough her childhood.

Though even if she wound in an orphanage and for example had some sort of initiative to fundraise money for giving their charges wings, a lot of extra things could have gone wrong. Simply no money left for her, corruption, etc.

To go back to a point I wanted to make before tailong off, regarding her situation at the point in her life shown in this pic. She is quite accomplished by then, literally a Sol. Even if the Sols don't directly have high wages or something, she definitely got the means to undergo the harpy transmutation for a while by this point. Most people in Yumin can afford this, and the Dreamscape of her meeting Eigong already shows her seemingly operating her own lab or something, so she probably already had moderate income by then. The reason why I think she didn't do it before this last period of preparations for the launch of New Kunlun is because she kept putting it off until it last moment.

As in;

Goumang in her early studies before meeting Eigong - I don't have time to transmutate, I need to properly make a name for myself. I will do it later.

Goumang in her early Tiandao career under Eigong's tutelage - I don't have time to transmutate, I need to prove myself to Lady Eigong. I will do it later.

Goumang right after ascending to being a Sol - I don't have time to transmutate, I need to prove myself as a Sol. I will do it later.

Goumang after the launch of the Eternal Cauldron - I don't have time to transmutate, so much needs to be done and prepared right now. I will do it la... Wait there is no "later".

So she stopped putting it off at this last stretch and went back home to finally gain her wings. New Kunlun was by that time planned as the last chance, they knew everyone else was doomed by that point. The country of Goumang's birth was doomed, destined to be naught but ruins and ashes by the time Goumang could ever see it again under the most optimistic circumstances. Regardless of whether or not she cared much about Yumin before, I could see a wave of sentimentality take hold as the reality of the plan sunk in.

Under this assumption that getting wings was culturally important in Yumin (which imo it was), Goumang's decision to undergo transmutation was most probably as much of a decision of sentiment as it was a decision of any practical concern. Possibly it was also during this last trip that she took with herself the seed for the GM-ed plant that Yi finds in-game.

God what the fuck why is she so pretty oh my god

[saphirdevil]

Separate Ways DLC comic (Spoilers ahead)

"Thank you for the chance to do good again"

[waveoftheocean]

something something superbat sneaking off at a gala 🫣

[yourangle-yuordevil]

First time they make an effort (because going to the bathhouses Barbie style™ would have raised more questions than necessary...)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Bonus 8: How met your mother (CSSR design by @qourmet!)

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