#BISCUIT WEEK!!!!!!!!!

[therighthandofvengeance]

Garibaldi and Delenn watch The Great British Baking Show together

[azadrithaanatheme]

Ping communication my beloved.

I haven't figured out how to import emojis into CSP, but drawing the symbols freehand does give me more freedom to make some unique stuff.

Version with slightly more Jessa violence under the cut, for those who, like me, enjoy their murder lesbians.

[d00dleybear]

Waffles got sick so Ari took her to the vet to get treated. She's feeling much better now 😺😊

[moonsart]

Listening to this on repeat made me want to draw them dancing <33

Some close ups undercut

[skyward-floored]

first of all HIII HOW YA DOINNN :DD I HOPE UR GOOD YIPPIEEE

second, so i've heArd ur taking requests on ur incredibles au (IAU),, im right?

so in the first place i was going to ask something for Four (cuz Four my baby in every universe), BUT then Hyrule came to my mind, so maybe something about them both?? like, idk the relationship with those two (i'm really sorry if you already said that-), but i'll love to see the boys being bros, like, Four coming home after a bad day at school? idk like so much homework or something?? and then Hyrule comes and says: "yeaaah, you need a hug" or something Hyrule would do in this au

idk i'm not the best at expressing myself ;-;

HI THERE HELLO I’m doing ok at the moment! life has been kind of insane lately but we persist 👍

I tweaked your request just a tiny bit but here’s something with Four and Hyrule! Hope you enjoy it :)

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Hyrule looked up from his book as he heard his brothers all troop in, kicking off shoes and backpacks and chattering about the day they’d had at school. Hyrule didn’t mind being homeschooled, but he did like to hear about the stuff that went on in his brothers’ days. Usually he rode along with his mom to pick everybody up and he heard everything then, but they’d needed an extra seat for some reason that Hyrule didn’t remember. Maybe they were dropping somebody extra off? He forgot.

Well long story short, Hyrule had five brothers’ news to catch up on, and he wanted to hear it.

Hyrule set aside his book, finished with the chapter he’d been in the middle of, then got up to grab a snack and listen to the gossip. He’d just made it to the doorway when a hand suddenly snagged his arm, giving it a little tug.

“Oh, hey Four,” Hyrule said, looking down at his little brother who’d suddenly appeared beside him. “You have a good day at school?”

Four shifted his weight, his face half hidden behind both his hair and the hood of his jacket. “Um, sorta. Can... I talk to you? Alone?”

Hyrule blinked. “Uh... sure?”

Four nodded and quickly tugged him down the hall, and Hyrule followed, feeling a mixture of bemused and worried. Why was Four so eager to talk to him? Was something wrong?

Four pulled Hyrule into the laundry room, the thump of the drier running blocking most of the noise from their siblings. It was a good place to go if you didn’t want to be overheard... which only made Hyrule more concerned.

“Okay Four, what’s this about?” Hyrule asked, and Four shifted his weight, then pulled his hood down and brushed back his hair.

Revealing a black eye and swelling up cheek to match.

“Whoa! Four, what happened?!” Hyrule asked in alarm, and Four frantically shushed him, looking around for any of their other siblings. Everyone was still down the hall though, and nobody seemed to have heard him over the drier.

“It’s just a black eye,” Four said awkwardly, and Hyrule got to a knee, carefully taking his cheek into his hand so he could look at it. “Um... can you fix it?”

“Well yeah, I can, but I kinda want to know what happened first,” Hyrule said. “Did someone hit you?”

Four shuffled his feet, looking awkward. “Just some other kids,” he mumbled, messing with his hoodie sleeve. “They were bugging me about my height, and I tried to just leave but they wouldn’t let me and I fought back... not very well.”

“At least you tried,” Hyrule said sympathetically, swallowing back his anger. Why would someone pick on Four? “Here, I’ll see what I can do. Bruises are tricky sometimes, but I’ll do what I can.”

Four nodded, and they both sat down with their backs against the washing machine. Hyrule lightly ran his hand along Four’s cheek and eye, wincing as he studied it. The whole side of Four’s face was beginning to swell, and his eye was mostly closed, the color dark and shiny. His little brother winced as he lightly prodded it, and Hyrule gave him a sympathetic look. Black eyes hurt.

Hyrule drew his healing powers up, lighting a hand in blue, and carefully ran his palm over Four’s cheek again. The swelling began to go down, the bruised color slowly fading with it. Hyrule managed to get it to the point where the bruise was just barely visible and the swelling was mostly gone before he stopped, and he smiled at Four.

“There you go. I did what I could— it’s still a little off, but hopefully nobody will notice too much. I’ll look at it again tomorrow to make sure it’s still good.”

“Thanks ‘rule,” Four sighed, leaning against him. He still seemed glum, and Hyrule fixed some of the hair that was falling from his ponytail.

“Did they hurt you anywhere else?” he asked gently, and Four hesitated, then shook his head.

“Not really. They pushed me around some, but the face was the big thing.” Four sighed. “I wish Dot hadn’t been at the dentist. Nobody messes with her.”

“Really? Nobody?” Hyrule said, and Four nodded his head.

“Yeah, her dad is on the school board,” he replied back with a smirk, and Hyrule chuckled.

Four fell quiet, and Hyrule looked down at him, still feeling worried. He could heal physical injuries, sure, but the emotional part? Hyrule didn’t know how to fix that. And if Four had been bullied... that was more on the emotional side than Hyrule was good at.

Should I go get Twilight? He’s way better at this than me...

Hyrule swallowed. He’d give it a try first.

“So... you didn’t tell anyone else about what happened?” he asked, and Four looked at his lap.

“No. I didn’t want a big fuss, and you know everybody would go on the warpath,” Four said with a sigh. “It wouldn’t help.”

“You can’t let those guys beat you up, though,” Hyrule said. “And if Mom and Dad find out you’re hiding injuries from them...”

“I know, I know. I’d been avoiding them okay up until now,” Four said with a miserable sigh. “I just slipped up today. I’ll be more careful.”

“You’re sure?” Hyrule asked seriously, and Four nodded.

“Sure. And anyway if they try again I know what not to do this time,” Four said with a wave of his hand. Then he winced a little and rubbed his cheek. “I don’t want a fuss.”

Hyrule nodded sympathetically, and Four was silent for a minute, head resting on his shoulder.

“You said they were teasing you about your height?” Hyrule asked quietly, and Four nodded.

“Yeah. And something about being a nerd too, but I think that’s just cause I won the spelling bee last week. I don’t know.” Four sighed and nestled a little closer against him. “...You’re not gonna tell anyone about this, are you?”

Hyrule hesitated. That was a loaded question. “...Not if you don’t want me to. But Four... you can’t just let those guys keep bothering you. You can’t tell a teacher or anything?”

Four squirmed, and fiddled with his hoodie strings. “I mean... I could. I just... everybody always thinks I’m too small to do anything. I want to solve this by myself. I don’t want to be useless,” Four said miserably, and as he shrunk into his jacket, Hyrule felt his stomach sink.

“You’re not useless, Four,” he said softly, and Four grumbled.

“Sure. I’m just tiny and powerless. Those are both useful traits,” he said bitterly.

“Being small doesn’t mean you’re useless, and neither does being powerless,” Hyrule argued. “You’re the smartest kid I know, Four. You’re seven years old and you know almost as much math as Wild does!”

“Well... yeah, but—”

“You won the school-wide spelling bee!”

“Okay but—”

“You made that working model of a catapult that dented the wall when you demonstrated it!”

“Okay okay, I get it,” Four said, face red. “But I still want to fix this myself. Please don’t tell anyone?”

Hyrule looked at him intently, and Four met his gaze, eyes determined and pleading.

Hyrule sighed.

“Okay. I won’t say anything. But if those guys hurt you again, you have to tell Mom and Dad, okay? And if you won’t then I will. I don’t want you to keep getting hurt,” Hyrule said worriedly, and Four agreed with a tiny nod.

“Okay. Thanks Hyrule,” Four said gratefully, giving him a quick squeeze, and after a brief moment of hesitation, Hyrule returned it.

“No problem. I’m glad I could help,” Hyrule said softly. “And... I’m sorry they said those things about you.”

“It’s okay. They were just jerks,” Four mumbled, but he tucked his face a little more against Hyrule’s shirt.

Hyrule patted his back, and they sat there in silence for a little longer, the drier’s steady thuds still blotting out any conversation in the rest of the house. Hyrule still wanted a snack though, especially after healing, so after a little while he gave Four a light poke.

“Want to get some food?” he asked, and Four raised his head and smiled.

“Yeah, I do.”

The two of them finally stood and headed off to the kitchen, and got there just in time to hear Wind’s story about how Tetra had convinced their substitute teacher to let them watch a movie in class.

[wildlupinewrites]

A Court, Regrown

Day 3 @tamlinweek : Polycules & Platonics

Pairing: Tamlin x Reader

Summary: Eris sends you to make a deal with the spring court and Tamlin walks away with a new best friend. AU-ish? Spring court manor is still ruined but Eris has taken over autumn court as the high lord.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/n: Hello everyone! This is my first real imagine for the fandom but this idea popped up and I had to write it. Hope you enjoy!

Thank you @olenvasynyt for the headers!

You stood at the entrance to the spring court manor. Or, rather, what was left of it. One of the large doors lay useless on the stairs, deep gouges left in the wood. The windows. Shattered. The gardens in tatters, and the smell was…well, Eris would owe you a great boon for all this. Since becoming High Lord, Eris was eager to make changes in the Autumn court, eager to do things differently than Beron. You had been half joking, suggesting that he experiment on the ruined manor but he had been taken with the idea, sending you here the next morning. You had tried to dissuade him, to tell him you were no courtier but he would hear nothing of it–you had to do this, apparently. And now the high lord was nowhere to be found. 

The snap of a twig made you freeze a prickling awareness settling over you. You were being watched. 

You turned slowly, eyes moving away from the dilapidated manor to the overgrown forest, a pair of green eyes finding yours. But they were much, much too high up. The creature stepped forward, all tangled, tawny fur and sharp teeth. I suppose that explained the smell, you thought. The beast said nothing, though you would bet a hefty sum he could speak. You rightened your expression, lips pulling up into a smile as you looked at him. 

“Good morning, high lord.” The greeting was met with silence, his large eyes taking in your cloak, the autumn court sigil. 

“As I’m sure you’ve heard, Eris is the new High Lord of Autumn,” you continued, feigning calm, “He sent me to speak to you. He has a deal in mind that would benefit both courts.” 

You hoisted the large picnic basket into view, full of the best food the kitchen could part with, “I thought we could have lunch?” If the offer of help wouldn’t budge the stubborn male, perhaps a proper meal would. 

He eyed you a long moment, the subtle movement of his nose nearly invisible. 

“What does he want.” his voice was rough from disuse, the warning of a predator more than anything. 

“I can certainly explain over breakfast,” you countered, half turning toward the manor, an almost inexplicable curiosity rising up–how would he react? 

The prospect of food seemed to outweigh his concern for he growled, “This way,” before turning into the forest. You hesitated only a moment before following behind, trailing his bear-life form to a small meadow, the buttery sunlight nearly blinding. He sat in the center, his beast form shrinking and changing until it left only…him. He watched as you approached, his expression defiant, expecting scorn. 

Instead, you kneel in the grass, beginning to unpack the meats, cheeses, and bread, his shadow looming over you a moment before he follows suit. 

“What is this?” 

“Breakfast,” his answering growl was met with your own chuckle, “Are you always…so?” 

“So cautious? The autumn court is full of serpents. I would be a fool not to be.” 

“There are no snakes in the autumn court,” You held out a plate, heavy with food, “It’s too cold.” 

His answering look was less than amused. 

You ate in silence, the high lord seemingly torn between propriety and hunger, his face bowed low over his plate. It was clear to see he was handsome, though the extent was hidden under his thick beard and tangled hair. He looked up suddenly and immediately straightened, shadow moving like rain clouds over his face. 

“Enough stalling. What-” 

“You could say ‘thank you’,” you interjected, the male breathing sharply through his nose. 

“State your purpose. That will determine my gratitude.” 

You debated saying nothing, wondering how long it would take for his patience to burn away, “Eris would like to help you rebuild the spring court.” 

You watched something painful pass over his face before falling away, leaving only anger behind, rising to his feet. 

“I have no cause to be in the autumn court’s debt.” 

You watched him go, your voice rising as the distance grew between you,“It would benefit both courts–not just spring.” 

He paused, his broad shoulders stiff. 

“Eris wants to bring some of the human innovations to the autumn court cities but they need somewhere to practice.” You winced as the words left you, realizing how it would sound. 

“He wishes to play in my court? To test these ‘innovations’ in my land?” 

“It’s an offer,” you said slowly, eyes focused on his profile, “Allow our builders to prepare for the autumn court here and they’ll be at your disposal.” 

He opened his mouth, no doubt to protest and you added, “It’s no charity, you would pay for supplies and labor.” 

His mouth closed, his position at the treeline casting him in shadow. 

“What do you have to lose?”

You stood at the entrance to the spring court manor, pulling open the heavy door, the polished floors gleaming with afternoon sun from the windows. Three months had passed since the day you convinced Tamlin to accept the autumn court builders. The beginning had been hard, constantly battling Tamlin’s pride and stubbornness, his instinct to fight you at every turn. But, that all changed two months ago. 

You climbed the stairs to Tamlin’s office, learning his habits well over the weeks. You had overseen the project, traveling to the spring court every other day to check on the workers and cajole Tamlin into letting them work.  Sure enough, he was hovering at the window, looking into the distance where the builders worked, Biscuit dozing happily on his shoulders. He was clearly handsome now, his hair tied back at his nape and no beard to be found. 

“Do you think they’ll disappear if you look away?” His shoulders stiffened in the way they always did when embarrassed. 

“We were just watching the sunset,” he said, pulling the kitten into his arms. 

“Sure.” You moved forward, reaching up to scratch the fluffy orange cat on the chin. 

You had found Biscuit in the autumn court wood when he was barely more than a handspan large. Taking him the same afternoon to meet Tamlin. As expected, Tamlin’s irritation turned to begrudging acceptance before they were inseparable, the small cat often riding around on his shoulders as he worked in his office. 

“Are you sick of him yet?” It had been a running joke between you, echoing his initial reaction when the little puff ball had been placed in his arms, “I can take him off your hands.”

He frowned, though his eyes were smiling. 

“He was a gift. It’s bad form to return such a thing.” 

Your eyes met the ceiling as he held the cat close, turning toward you at the doorway.  

“Join us for dinner?” 

“Always.”

[jula483]

handshakes and stuff

[ben-learns-smth]

the week mostly consisted of trying not to catch another cold or similar annoyances before having surgery next week, so I mostly stayed home and played reka (new update beloved <3). I also had breakfast with wilson on the balcony, went on a run and to gym! having flatmate L as a sports buddy and motivating each other to actually go on runs when we say we will is a great benefit of having her as a flatmate that I'm happily surprised by!

plan for today & the weekend:

blood draw & mrt ✅️

get healing piercings switched to glass

write that 1 email

join a rally for queer education projects

clean the kitchen

fold laundry

change & wash bedsheets

hang out with my parents

tidy & slightly reorganise my room

vibing to: almost the entire ottolien discography

[therantingsage]

Man I abruptly remembered that I have NOT drawn FK!Nuzi in like. Literally forever. Last thing I drew was the illustration for chapter 16 that I haven't posted yet. But like. There's still so much story to go before N and Uzi have ANYTHING vaguely romantic going on. So idk if I'd count most of my Finders Keepers art as ship art really? Definitely none of the chapter art has been.

Tldr the people following me for Murder Drones haven't been fed recently and I needed to change that. And also draw Crowzi feeling invincible. Because she deserves it considering how much of this story she's gonna spend being self-conscious (we love a journey)

pspsps werewolf trust exercise you guys are into that right?? they're pulling an umasou that's a reference that lands right??????

[gay-for-the-snz]

I MIGHT BE ADOPTING A CAT YOU GUYS. I GET TO MEET HER ON SUNDAY

[redo-rewind-if]

Since it's almost that time of year, let me go ahead and say, happy holidays everyone! Hope it's a good one! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ 🎁

Next Update (Chapter 4):

Opening: 100%

Avoid August/Confront Him: 100%

A Normal Day at Work: 100%

You Can Fix This, Right? 🤡: 60%

Keep Your Friends Close...: 0%

Avoidant Route: 0%

So, the Fix This section is coming along, though I've got a bit of writer's block with it right now. All the different variants and time travel shenanigans are getting to me lmao. Hopefully, a short break will help, but, if not, I may skip around to work on a different part.

That being said, there won't be a progress report next week. I'm taking it easy for the holidays (and for my sanity lol). See you all next year! 😊

[aesfocus]

Formally introducing... Sweet Pea!

Stats

Rooms explored: 1 Jellyfish Defeated: Hundreds Size: 2.5lbs and growing! Age: 9 weeks and counting! Wet Food: Ignored! Dry food: devoured with gusto! Poop: finally fully solid! Great job baby! Nicknames: Sweet beans, beans, coffee bean, bean, bug

[moonsart]

Help these goobers have infected my brain 😭

[1chihoshii]

nuzi week time!!

day 1 - partners in crime!!

[bloodywolfwings]

Murder drones Week 2024

Prompt: favourite ship