#(seriously thank you dude)

[scopophobia-polaris]

so I know I said simple doodles on my Kofi but something hit me upside the head so hard I kinda just colored these for practice anyways @spacebagel54 thank you for showing me this little guy I think I'm starting to get my coloring style now 🥰

[cryptocism]

I love the comic book writing sensibility that Frequency has, like how Three and Five's ending is great for the story being told but if it were a published comic it would still leave them on the table for if a future writer wanted to use them.

whats funny is that despite doing my best to keep in line with dc comics/comic writing sensibilities throughout the fic (staying as comics-accurate as possible in terms of continuity/tone/characterization/story elements etc) that particular comic writing reality was one that was like. kind of a genuine anxiety that i didn't know i had until i started writing this thing.

ive said before that in the original concept for Frequency all of the clones (besides Thad) were going to end up dead. whether it was via killing each other or unintentionally being the instrument of their own demise (disney villain style). obviously it changed because creating an entire narrative about this one character's redemption arc and then not allowing any of the other villains to have a shot at redemption felt hypocritical and like. mean. not to mention antithetical to the whole ethos of the story.

but the reason why killing off all the other clones was my first instinct is partially because i had this kinda subconscious recoil to the idea that any of them would actually continue on after the story was over.

like, because i was trying to stick to canon so much, while figuring out the story a thought came up a couple times that basically went like, "okay, well, if this was a real comic, then...". and inevitably i had a realization that if this WAS a real comic, my original clone characters would be canonized, and therefore available to any future writer who wanted to yank them out of their respective endgames and inject them into other stories. which i Did Not Like the Idea Of.

classic "making up a guy to get mad at" except it was more "making up a reality to get anxious about". because obviously no matter how much it sticks to canon, Frequency still exists in a fan-created space.

but! i'd never made up original characters to put in my own fanmade stuff before and was definitely feeling protective. because all those original clones i made had yknow: a story purpose and narrative function to facilitate the actual key characters, Thad and Bart. the idea of them being removed from that context in any capacity, even if it was in the hands of a good writer, made me have this gut "no STOP you're ruining it!!!!" reaction.

they were all made for Frequency, and to foil Thad as a character, i didnt like the idea of Three being brought back as a one-note villain or Jude and Nathaniel getting folded into the wider Flash cast of allies. and none of them were made to be main character material. plus the character roster at DC is already uhh Extremely Stacked i genuinely did not want the takeaway to be "and here's the nEW ADDITIONS TO THE FLASH FAMILY!" because that wasnt the intention

anyway i got over it lol. i still did my best not to leave any loose ends, and have each ending be wholly satisfying on its own, and ideally the oc clones basically continue on offscreen while the true adventures are based around Thad and Bart. but yeah it felt right to leave off on that note (and served the story much better than killing everybody off)

[mudskip-muses]

i hate you all i want to do is look up mudskips like the fish and all that comes up is your gay ass anime i hope your cat pukes on the carpet when you least expect it

hey buddy i got news for ya: i dont have any carpets <3

[leavingautumn13]

If I can request again: Conrad Kellogg

up to no good

[justabitscrewy]

Gift art done for one of my truly dearest friends! @lorebreaker It was incredible getting to know more about Ophelia and Corbin's journey, and even be there for a beautiful part of it! :)

yall -- just reach out to people online. just do it. You never know who could be your next best friend.

[jils-things]

WHEN I TELL YOU @4rachnophilia UNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT I MEAN IT 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚🥹🥹🥹🥹🥺🥺🥺🥹🥹💚🥹💚🥹💚💚💚🥹🥹🥺🥹🥺🥹💚🥹💚🥹💚💚💚💚💚🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹💚💚🥹🥺🥺🥹💚💚💚💚🥹🥺

[imaginarycyberpunk2023]

OC: Vinnie Gallo

Happy Birthday, Vinnie!

Omggggg, one year ago I created this creature, person, choom, man, player, V. And I decided to make it his canon birthday as well.

He's getting it all - booze, blunts, booty and ballons, so I don't wanna hear any complaints.

It cannot be overstated how much this dude does for my mental health, I am discovering me through him and I love that. So I'm celebrating him today and that the universe (and CDPR) gave me the chance to create him.

And thank you fine people for loving him and thirsting for him and basically motivating me to keep sharing him with y'all!

Happy Birthday, Vinnie 🧡

[gravitycavity]

NEW CHAPTER SOON!

Get ready!!! This one's a doozy!

[stealingyourbones]

Witchy bones witchy bones witchy bones

AAAAAAAAAAA

WITCHY BONESSSSS

OH MY GOD THATS SO WONDERFUL HOLY COW

THE LITTLE HAT AND TH E BROOMSTUCKGHDLSJSKAJFNDKJS

[lolathepeacocklord]

Woe. Poorly drawn blitzbulk be upon ye.

EVERYTHING SCREECHES TO A HALT WITH A LARGE METAL SCRAPING NOISE. THE WORLD STOPS IN MOTION FOR SEVERAL MOMENT. FOR JUST A SPLIT SECOND THIS BECOMES THE CENTER OF TIME AND SPACE AND EXISTENCE ITSELF.

JAW DROPS TO THE FLOOR EYES SHOOT OUT OF SOCKETS MAKING A REALLY LOUD HONKING NOISE I START RUNNING AROUND IN CIRCLES LIKE A REALLY EXCITED DOG AND STARTS SPINNING AROUND AND RAPIDLY ASCENDING AND GLITCHES AND SPAZZES OUT LIKE A MESSED UP GMOD RAGDOLL

[simcardiac-arrested]

also yes i do mean it you are onw of my favorite posters that isn't one of my buddies i know personally<3 you are quite funny and also cool! and also i remember we talked a little bit in the rw server in the early days of downpour... (looking onto the sunset) ahhh the saint post-rubicon spoilers chat. an interesting place that was. but yeah that makes me smile because i'm like oh it's that cool guy i talked to once :-)

[tricks-n-illusions]

{ @askoinari } So, your one true wish in this whole entire universe is to die, hm? Tragic, pitiful really. All this fuss and a temper tantrum because you couldn’t win mommy’s love? Even your own god does not grant you the peace you so desperately long for, stringing you along like a puppet. Do you honestly think your death will solve all your problems? Knowing your god, they’d probably spite you back to life in the form of a ghost for a laugh, wouldn’t that be ironic? I suppose nobody else would care about your death considering your track record for violence, but what of your No-so-apparent companion here? Wouldn’t they mourn you, at the very least? Judging from your charming nature, probably not! Good luck on your fools’ errand. - Yako

Silas's ears flattened as he backed away from Yako, for the first time it seemed he was fearful of someone. Though you couldn't place why... But, Silas knew, he knew exactly why, it was that damn mask, the posture, the aura, the way their tail seemed to become a wisp. It was like looking at a ghost. Once he realized why Yako scared him Silas couldn't do much but freeze in place and squeeze his eyes shut, hoping they would just leave. His fear response became painfully apparent as the moments passed. All he could muster up was a feeble anxious whimper, maybe that would magically make them spare him from the incoming verbal assault. Then they spoke. It sounded just like her. In his terror it WAS her.

Seance's tone was mocking, something Silas was guilty of doing... or maybe he was just copying her the whole time. Even so, she just quietly hummed in thought, looking over him as she ever so slightly inched closer and closer.

"Even after all these years, you're still chasing after her love? Desperately hoping one day she'll forgive you for all the pain you caused her?" Though Seance's voice was soft, her words were not. "I told you, She doesn't love you and she never will. Why can't you get that through your head?" She paused, giving her words a moment to sink in before she spoke up again. "Silas." She sounded upset. "What did I tell you about not looking at me while I'm talking to you?" He cringed at that but didn't reply.

When he didn't do what she said, she just gave a soft, "Tsk." Well, He always was a coward, of course he didn't have the guts to even look at her. She gently brushed a claw over his face before finally letting go with an annoyed sigh. Despite Seance's words, Yako's voice was still loud and clear, mocking him along with her. Her voice seemed to compliment theirs perfectly.

Seance quickly broke into laughter at the thought of that herself.

"Isn't that right, Little fox?" Truth always hurt. Silas couldn't deny it, Yako was right. Seance was right, every word every insult was right. When tears finally began to well up and Seance's voice faded, Silas found the courage to speak. His voice was soft and faint. A mere whisper compared to the onslaught of words from Yako. "Please..."

Silas's words obviously went unheard. His claws just dug further into his skin, blood beginning to trail down his arm, the moment it finally seemed like Yako was going to stop talking, Silas broke from his fearful trance. In one quick sweeping motion, Silas threw out a Night Slash.

"JUST SHUT UP ALREADY." He shouted. "You have NO right to TALK DOWN to me like I'm beneath you! I AM NOT BENEATH YOU." He sounded unsure. "You don't know who the fuck I am, and I don't think you want to find out. So, Shut the fuck up or I'll make you! I have no fucking problem with killing you right here. Unless you want to be gutted I suggest you FUCK OFF." Silas lowly growled, his teeth bared, a blatant attempt at aggression, though his behaviour portrayed more fear than anything. Yako obviously touched a nerve with his words.

He didn't care. Finally, after everything the tears began to flow, all he could do was sniff and wipe them away. "...Fucking pathetic." He grumbled, his words seemed to be addressed to Yako but it quickly became clear it was for himself.

→ Yako has been added to the relationships page. → Seance has been added to the characters page. → Silas is now injured and will stay that way until he addresses it.

[ Ask from @askoinari ]

[bisquitly]

So... I just casully see as a first thing in the morning, Jere in a suit...

[keikoyume]

Me seeing people appreciating my drawings of naked doc

[the-mad-closet]

NSFT Prompt list (cause I fuckin love this list)

Ryan/Carter~

3, 17, 39, 62, 74

I'm already obsessed. These are my BOYS and I LOVE THEM. Okay!

3 - Sitting in lap, 17 - Wax play, 39 - Intoxication/Drugged, 74 - With people in the other room

~

3 - Sitting in lap

Listen, it's been said before and Ryan will say it a dozen damn times, Carter is his. Carter is Ryan's to love and care for and fuck and send to wherever it is Carter goes when Ryan fucks him just right. Carter doesn't belong to the Aquabase, to Operation Lightspeed, to Captain Mitchell, or to the team. Carter belongs to Ryan and Ryan alone.

So, when the cute new intern in Ms. Fairweather's department starts trying to encroach on what isn't hers, well... Let's just say that Ryan's not happy.

Amber Lake comes closer to the Ranger table, arm in arm with Carter, who never knew when to say no comfortably. Ryan can see Carter is extremely uncomfortable but making a valiant effort to hide it. Ryan raises an eyebrow when Carter meets his eyes. The fuck are you doing?

She wouldn't leave me alone, Carter's face says. Ryan resolves to immediately fix that. The moment they reach the table, Carter excuses himself to get to the empty space left for him between Ryan and Kelsey. Ryan flashes a smile at his boyfriend and as Carter pulls out the chair, Ryan grabs his wrist and tugs.

Carter makes a little noise of shock as he's yanked. He's perfectly safe, Ryan always makes sure, so it's the shock of it more than fear but- His thoughts come to a full stop as he lands right on Ryan's lap. Carter stares for a moment, meeting smugly satisfied emerald with shocked and flustered sapphire. "Hi," he breathes, soft and short circuited.

Ryan smirks over the background laughter and giggles from Carter's fellow Rangers. "Hi," he says back. "Come here often?" he teases.

Carter makes an embarrassed noise, face flushing pink-red, and drops his head to Ryan's shoulder, hiding against his skin. It's not all that bad, all things considered. Ryan wraps one arm around Carter's waist to keep him steady, and stares at the intern proudly as she turns and flees the room.

Good, he thinks, satisfied. Mine.

~

17 - Wax play

Carter startles as the heat drips onto his skin again, the pain hitting a few moments later. He whines, squirming against the pain. "Please," he whispers.

Ryan chuckles from above him. Maybe above him, Carter can't tell through the blindfold. "Not yet," Ryan says. "Almost done."

Carter whines again, equal parts protesting and hopeful. He tries to settle and wait. The next stream of wax descends. Carter hisses through a moan.

~

39 - Intoxicated/Drugged

Carter's movements are sluggish and slow, thoughts like syrup. He lays prone on the bed, eyelids fluttering and fingers twitching.

"Baby boy," Ryan draws.

Carter mumbles something under his breath, slowly turning his head. His eyes are foggy. Ryan feels himself grow harder. He hadn't known that was even possible. He feels like he could pound nails. Ryan prowls across the room, slow and steady like a predator. "Pretty boy," he says to see the blush Carter sports. He grins as the pink flush crawls across Carter's nose.

"S'r?" Carter slurs, "B'in' g'd?"

Ryan's heart thumps harder in his chest, eyes growing misty. Such a good boy, so worried about being Ryan's good boy even when he's drugged up. He throws one arm over Carter's body, bracing his weight on his hands that are on either side of Carter's body. Ryan leans over, waits for Carter to meet his eyes again, focus on him beyond the haze in his mind. "The best," Ryan assures Carter once he's got Red's attention. "My good boy," he murmurs, leaning down to capture Carter's lips.

Carter whimpers, little moans floating up through his lips. Ryan smiles into the kiss. He's on cloud nine.

~

74 - With people in the other room

Carter's moan is muffled against Ryan's hand as Ryan shoves into him once more. Another muffled cry as Ryan nails his prostate. "Sir," he begs, "please!"

Ryan chuckles. "Shh," he warns softly. "Don't want the others to know what's going on, do you?"

Carter whines. No, he doesn't, but if it keeps Ryan hitting that spot inside him, he'll let Ryan do anything he wants. Ryan pulls back and thrusts in, draw a series of whimpers from Carter's throat.

"Please, please, please," Carter begs. "'M close, please."

Ryan nails his prostate again and pressed his forehead to Carter's back, between his shoulder blades. "Yeah," he says. "Yeah, do it."

Carter whimpers, moans muffled by the hand Ryan's clamps over his mouth. He hangs his head, exhausted and riding the aftershocks. He can feel the smile Ryan presses to his skin.

~~

Thank you! @estel-eruantien

[anotherstartrekblog]

Hey you're so right about Star Trek and mcspirk and I love you

REALLY?!? Ahhhhh! You have no idea how happy this comment has made me 💙💛💙