#Blue spr

[farsidejr]

drew this for @multifandomjunk 's birthday ! it's their silly SPR HC characters :} i enjoy them greatly

[anchoris-sailor]

SPR redesign part 5: The... Villains! (Minus Tretone)

Additional Notes:

- Slightly Ursula tentacle inspired hair for Rozanda.

- Made Antagon actually look young. - He shares the same blue as Dusekkar. (The cape might also be a tad bit Count Bleck inspired)

- Pink I can see through every eye accessory on her.

This will be the last redesign for a while. I might return to this one day, but I'm stepping down for now since I need time to recharge the designing part of my noggin.

Here's all of them together! Coincidentally, Dusekkar ended up in the middle, which is pretty cool!

[heavyhitterheaux]

Private Show (NSFW)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: PURE SMUT AHEAD 🤭🤭

Synopsis: When your husband is upset and misses you, you will do absolutely anything for him.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a dream that I had last night lol

Do not engage if you are underage

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You had just taken off your dress along with your shoes and plopped down on the bed when your phone rang indicating a facetime call. When you grabbed it from the nightstand, you saw that it was Jack and quickly answered.

"Hi baby!" You excitedly said as his face came into view, but he was simply sporting a pout which had you confused.

"Pookie, is everything okay?" You asked growing concerned since he had yet to say anything.

"Today was just a rough day and it doesn't help that I miss you." He quietly said and a sigh escaped your lips.

"Do you want to talk about it? It might help if you do."

"No, I just wanted to see your beautiful face and make sure my girl was good."

"Well, I'm fine, but my husband isn't and I don't like that."

"It'll be fine, baby. I'm probably making it more of a big deal than it has to be."

"Your feelings are valid, smush. I always tell you that. No need to hide the way you feel."

You were now taking off your jewelry and had propped up your phone in front of you when Jack finally took in the sight of you.

"Is that bra new?"

"It is, do you like it? Rih sent it to me along with a bunch of other things, but I'll save those for when I see you in person." You answered and Jack instantly smiled.

"You should have saved that one. You know how I feel about lace." Jack commented and you noticed that he kept adjusting and you raised your eyebrow.

"Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"You're bricked up right now, aren't you?" You asked while smirking.

"I'm always bricked up around you because my wife is sexy as fuck. I thought that was understood and besides it's been like three weeks since I've been in you." 

"Then I think your wife needs to help you with that. I got an idea."

"What is it because the last thing I need to get is blue balls. You about to play with that pretty pussy for me and make me cum by watching you?"

"If that's what my man wants, I'll do it. Hold on a minute."

The bottom drawer of the nightstand contained all of your toys and you immediately opened it to reach in and grabbed your dildo that was a mold made of Jack's that he got for you one Valentines Day.

When you came back in the view of the camera holding it, Jack immediately bit his lip and you could tell he was palming himself through the comforter since you could no longer see his hands. 

"Take it out, I wanna watch you. I don't know why you're acting shy around me. This is nothing compared to other things we've done."

"I'm not, I-...."

"Take it out." Jack finally complied and once you saw the precum leaking from the tip, your mouth was watering.

"Much better." You said as Jack was slowly starting to jerk himself off.

"But I need that bra off. And are you going to use the toy I made for you or simply hold it? You know what? Get your vibrator too."

Reaching over once again to the drawer, you took out your pink vibrator happy that you had charged it the night before. Once you came back into Jack's view, you slowly slid your bra off along with the panties that matched it and moved to the top of the bed spreading your legs for Jack to have a full view of you. You could already feel the river forming down below and you took it upon yourself to place the dildo in your mouth to make it wet so it would be easier to insert it.

"Got damn, baby." 

"What? I have to make sure it's wet enough so it can go in easier." You responded while laughing.

"I can guarantee you that you probably didn't even need to do that. It's like the damn ocean down there."

"Well I can't help it if my man makes me this wet all the time." You put it back in your mouth and spit began to leak out of the sides falling onto your chest.

"Play with your nipples for me. Spread that shit on them."

"Mm my baby is eager tonight isn't he? But I can do you one better." A smile graced your lips before you brought your left nipple to your mouth and lightly sucked on it making a moan escape from Jack's lips.

You looked back up at Jack after you had switched to the right one and was trying to figure out when he had lost his shirt, but there were more important things to worry about.

You were determined to do whatever your man wanted in order to get him to cum. 

The dildo left your mouth with a popping sound and you slowly inserted it letting out a quiet moan.

"Mmm, baby it feels so good." 

"That's my good girl. Take that shit." 

"Oohh, oh fuckkk."

"Is my good girl going to cum for me?" Jack asked you as you immediately nodded and focused on the task at hand while increasing your pace.

"Use your words, baby. And stop holding back. I wanna hear you."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, daddy. I'm going to cum for you."

"Put that vibrator on your clit." 

You reached with your left hand to where it was and put it on the lowest setting before hearing Jack's voice once again.

"I know your ass didn't just put it on the lowest setting. Turn it up. I want to see those legs shaking."

You complied as you placed your left hand to hold the vibrator on your clit while using the right to keep your dildo going at the same space.

Your eyes were closed, but you opened them to see Jack jerking himself off to your movements and the moans that he was letting out was putting you over the edge.

"Oh shit, baby I'm about to…." You breathlessly said while turning up your vibrator to the highest setting that it would go to.

"Fuck, me too."

Within the next thirty seconds, you squirted all over the sheets and your phone and it took you by surprise since the only time it ever happened, Jack had been the reason for it.

Jack was coming down from his high, but was looking just as surprised as you were because of what just happened.

"Well shit. Look who taught herself how to squirt." 

"I.. don't even know what I did differently. But I'm definitely going to try to do it again." You said while taking the dildo out and inserting it into your mouth once again and sucking on it.

"Fuck, I can't wait until that pretty little mouth of yours has my dick in your mouth."

"Technically it already does baby seeing as this is a mold of yours. But I get it. Do you feel better?" You asked while setting the dildo and vibrator to the side.

"Yes, thank you baby."

"You know I'll do anything for you." A smile graced your face as you simply looked at him and he smirked.

"Right back at you, baby."

You couldn't help but to notice that it seemed like Jack wanted to say something else. 

"Smush, is something wrong?"

"Do you have one more in you?" 

"Hmm, depends. What's next baby?"

"I want you riding it this time."

"I expect a generous tip when I see you in three days." 

"You know that you're about to get a lot more than that. You got some Louboutins waiting for you. Be a good girl for me and I just might throw in a Birkin and another Givenchy outfit."

"Let's get to it then."

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[yearningaces]

Hear me out: What if. Nyx being hunted is how him and his partner met. Eh? Ehhhhh???

You. I like you

~

Labored breaths, racing hearts, adrenaline pushing both creatures on as they raced through the dense forest.

Nyx was certain this was the fastest he'd ever run before, and with his life on the line he wasn't thinking about much else.

The fox hybrid lunged and snapped at the air where Nyx's brown and white furred ears had only just been.

The bunny boy could feel his heart lurching out of his chest as he leaped over a fallen tree, hoping to take a higher ground to deter the fox from following.

But with a harsh sound of the tree being jumped on, and then the cracking of something lunging forward off of the tree, Nyx was running out of ideas.

His ears briefly perked, hearing the sound of wind from how fast he was running, but in the distance, a voice. One that sent a chill through him

Whatever was making noise was a human, and humans are the riskiest predators to tamper with. Some are kind and might take a picture, some try and offer food, some have small contraptions that explode in fire and metal, a quick death but a death none the less.

With the fox gaining on Nyx, he could either be worn down and face an early death, or take that risk and hope whatever human he was running straight towards would be merciful in any capacity.

Nyx sprang towards the treeline- mentally cheering when he caught wind of the foxes sudden hesitation.

Any victory was stalled as the bunny boy landed in the clearing, feeling the sun on his skin as he landed on the ground, hunched slightly for his body to absorb the shock of the landing and he simply froze

Because you were now staring directly at him, tall and proud and human. Looking tense as if preparing for anything.

You stare at each other for a few moments, analyzing.

If Nyx wasn't overwhelmed with seeing a human for the first time and being chased to become a fox hybrids supper, he might notice just how handsome you appear. How strong and capable you are, and how unnervingly focused your gaze is directly on him.

But with a snap of a branch behind the bunny boy, the moment is over and his small form darts towards you- off all things! He easily drifts through the dirt and grass to position himself hunkered low to the ground and directly behind your legs. His ears perked and staring towards the treeline. Tensed like a coiled spring ready to bolt in an instant but taking a breath while it's granted to him.

"What-" Your voice starts to ring out- to question this rabbit hybrid that's just jumped out of nowhere and is hiding behind you, but you don't get a chance. Another hybrid arrives, this one slightly larger and far more noticable than the last.

A fox.

Springing into the open field and skidding to a stop, staring up at you with a haunted expression. But he must be desperate or dumb enough to attempt to get closer with a smooth and charming tone. "Excuse me, traveler. I believe you have something that belongs to me?" The fox points to the bunny boy hiding behind you, brown and white fur, matching hair, and absolutely frozen in place.

You glance down slightly, catching sight of the bunny boy once more. After a moment your gaze rises to the fox. "Doesn't look like he's yours. Matter of fact, it looks like he's mine."

Nyx feels his heart racing as he's hunkered low in the far too open field for his comfort. His ears perk and he feels a shiver creeping up his spine at just how easily you've denied a predator anything. As casually as if you were saying the sky is blue, or the grass is green, the rabbit is yours.

The fox however, hesitates, his charming grin fading slightly.

Nyx can feel the tension from your form, the foxes own muscles tightening as if he's prepared to lunge. Two predators ready to fight for the sake of one rabbit. One wants to eat him, and Nyx isn't quite sure what you're wanting- but he's certainly willing to take the chances.

When the fox lunges, it's too quick for Nyx to think to spring away- and all he can do is watch the moment pass by like a speeding bullet.

The fox lunges, you cross an arm over your chest, something in hand, and when the fox is just close enough your hand swiped towards its head, the motion sending the fox flying sideways into a far too silent and still heep of red fur and skin and bones.

Nyx is frozen, wide eyed as he catches the scent of blood, and peers up to spot what was in your hand. A jagged stone, flecks of blood on it and your fingertips.

The bunny boy tenses even further- wondering if now is the best time to spring away if you were fast enough to strike down such a tricky fox.

He decides against everything when you turn to peer down at him. Nyx can feel a chill seeping into his very bones at how calm you appeared.

Your entire demeanor seemed to drop once the stone dropped from your hand, and you're crouching down in front of him, intentionally lowering yourself to be closer to his height. "Hey, hey, it's over now. Are you alright? He didn't get a hold of you did he?"

Nyx spies your extended hand, palm open to him. His eyes never leave yours as he places his hand in your blood stained one. And his mind is reeling, because you're a human. And you went from the epitomy of an apex predator who'd just killed another predator, to an almost harmless, gentle, and softened demeanor. "He didn't get me. We were just talking, and I thought he was nice, and then he tried to bite me." Poor Nyx can't keep the temple out of his tone.

The predator he thought was safe wanted nothing more than to eat him, and this one that appeared terrifying and sent chills up his spine was choosing to be gentle, choosing to be kind. "I... I thought he was gonna eat me-" it's a pitiful sob the bunny boy lets out and the next thing he knows, this predator kneeling with him has him wrapped up and held close.

Your voice is soft and quiet, trying to ease his nerves as best you can. "Shh, it's all over now. You're safe. I've got you, bunny." Your hand smoothes down the unkempt fur of his floppy ears, and his wild hair. And all Nyx can do is nuzzle his face into your chest, clinging to this unexpected comfort.

Humans are predators. Horrifying, powerful, dangerous predators.

But some humans are also kind and gentle, you are.

And that's everything Nyx could have hoped for, and more.

[roaringdargon]

For @spr-ingo "off-script". just some fun with Ingo and Emmet on their first battle together on the Multi train after Ingo returns.

I am sick and did not edit this like I wanted, but I still wanted to post today.

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The first day back to the battle lines was a long anticipated one for Ingo. After months of successful and unsuccessful reintegration this was a goal that made his heart burn with desire. Of all the unfamiliarity that accompanied him in his day to day the conducting of battles was one that always stuck with Ingo even when he barely remembered that he was , in fact, Ingo. So now with memories barely scraping by as familiarity it was a much needed step forward for both his recovery and his sanity.

It was multi lines only for now because of further safety preparations and checks needed before allowing solo control of a giant metal death trap, but it was still so worth it. The energy stewing between himself and his brother as they awaited the arrival of their first valiant challengers was electric. They could not stop the excitement in every twitch of the wrist and stamp of their feet. This feeling of being so in sync with someone was both foreign and familiar. He and Emmet had prepared their teams, strategized, practiced and learned each other's mannerisms all over again. Even now the silence is often interrupted by future adjustments.

When the first set of challengers to make it to them showed up it was a friendly surprise. A young man in blue gaped and a young woman sporting two buns and the confidence of a champion had stars in her eyes.

"Oooooooh wow! Elesa had totally suggested we come challenge today! I had a feeling why but it's still sooo exciting!" Champion Rosa cheered in infectious excitement.

"It's so good to see you both as a duo again sirs it has been too long!" Added Nate.

The sentiment was, of course returned in twofold.

"I have been early awaiting my return as well, Miss Rosa, Mister Nate. We both are eager to resume this track together, of course!" Replied Ingo

Emmet jumped in, "Yup! Although it is currently a trial run until Ingo is completely certified again so it was not advertised. I am Emmet and I am glad it was you two who made it here first! I want this to be a fun battle. So let us do so."

"Of course!" "Yayyyy!"

There was a pause in the room that followed while everyone readied their pokemon was a bit odd afterward despite the anticipation. As if something is missing Ingo looks toward Emmet and he looks mildly panicked for some reason. Emmet glances at Ingo with a slightly intense yet guilty look.

Ingo stares and thinks for a moment then seems to understand. Of course, Emmet has mentioned that they worked in tandem in all situations. While it had been a while it was probably Ingo who took the lead in this situation before and he is feeling guilty about forgetting to remind him. It is no issue. For Ingo knows how to conduct a battle.

Before Ingo can say anything Emmet speaks up "I am Emmet, a Subway Boss. He is Ingo. We are a team! We cover each other's weaknesses! We want to see how strong you are together in turn." He finishes abruptly, pauses then adds "Anything to add, brother?"

Emmet looks over with a bead of sweat as if questioning whether or not to throw the spotlight over, but Ingo just gives him a small genuine smile. He will take it from here!

"Yes! Now then. Follow the rules and drive safely! We are headed for victory! ALL ABOOOARD!"

There is giggling and laughing from the whole room as they throw out their pokemon. This battle will be a great start on a new track to victory!

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I thought it would be fun to have Ingo say his canon version of Emmet's multi train line and also force Emmet to say his version of Ingo's.

[brian-in-finance]

The actress Caitríona Balfe, center, taking her seat at the table. Photo: Rich Gilligan

T ENTERTAINING WITH

In Belfast, a Celebration of Art, Community and Pizza

In October, on the second floor of a former spinning mill in east Belfast, the visual artist and author Oliver Jeffers, 46, hosted a candlelit dinner for a group of Irish and Northern Irish artists and friends. The Portview Trade Centre, as the building is called, stopped producing textiles in the 1970s and is now home to 54 artists’ studios and creative businesses, including Jeffers’s, and his neighbors made up a large portion of the guests and the organizers. The occasion was a personal one — the launch of his 20th book, “Begin Again” — but he also wanted to celebrate his wider creative community. Accordingly, the evening combined tributes to both Belfast, where the artist has a home in the Holywood area, and Brooklyn, where he lived until recently and still has a studio.

VIDEO 📹 The author and illustrator Oliver Jeffers invited friends to toast his new book at a dinner in a former textile mill.

Jeffers is perhaps best known for his philosophical, understated children’s books, including “The Book Eating Boy” (2006) and “The Heart and the Bottle” (2010). And true to his style, “Begin Again” is curious, warm and quietly profound. “Not for kids, but not not for kids,” Jeffers says, the book is a vibrantly illustrated exploration of the climate crisis that attempts to lay out a hopeful future for humanity. “It offers an idea of slowing down, of using what’s near us — of starting over,” says Jeffers, “with the realization that we cannot do anything until we start to act with a sense of unity, to tell ourselves new stories that are defined by what we want.”

Jeffers, center (in tan jacket), sat beside the film director Lisa Barros Da’Sa, at left. Photo: Rich Gilligan (and Caitríona Balfe, at right… BIF)

Pearson Morris, the head chef of the Belfast restaurant Noble, pan-fried wild halibut in a makeshift kitchen set up not far from the table. Photo: Rich Gilligan

While guests gathered for drinks, the sun could be seen setting over the city; on the north side of the building, hills rolled down toward the sea. The food too — a collaboration between the local bistro Noble, known for its unpretentious ingredient-led dishes, and Flout, an American-style pizzeria on the ground floor of Portview — was unmistakably rooted in Belfast. Despite a limited power supply and a lack of running water in the room, dishes were assembled and cooked in situ using three portable pizza ovens and a small stove. The table was lit with clusters of white candles and, after the sun finally went down, said Jeffers, it glowed with “the warmth of a hearth at home.”

The dinner table stood at the center of the 10,000-square-foot room. Photo: Rich Gilligan

The attendees: Jeffers celebrated with his wife and business manager, Suzanne Jeffers, and a group of Irish and Northern Irish artists, including the actress Caitríona Balfe, 44; the portrait artist Colin Davidson, 55; the electronic musician and composer David Holmes, 54; the husband-and-wife film director duo Glenn Leyburn, 54, and Lisa Barros Da’Sa, 49; and the writers Glenn Patterson, 61, and Jan Carson, 43. “Everybody at this dinner,” said Jeffers, “was interested in the power of narrative, the impact of what they do and how it makes other people feel.”

The table: Guests sat at two long tables — pushed together to create a more intimate arrangement — in the middle of the otherwise nearly empty 10,000-square-foot room. The events stylist Rachel Worthington McQueen, 30, sourced an Irish linen tablecloth in the same navy hue as the book cover’s background. Mismatched dishes in traditional Blue Willow patterns (originally bought from secondhand websites for Worthington McQueen’s wedding two years ago) held squat candles, and food was served on simple white plates brought over from Noble. Seasonal blooms — including deep burgundy dahlias and pale pink spray roses — echoed the rich palette of the book and were provided by the local, sustainable flower farm Sow Grateful. Each display was tied with bright pink twine, sourced by Suzanne Jeffers to match the exact Pantone color (number 812U) of the book’s title.

New Haven-style mussels pizza by Peter Thompson, the founder of the pizzeria Flout, was served alongside Noble’s halibut. Photo: Rich Gilligan

The food: To start, Noble’s co-founder and head chef, Pearson Morris, 34, served crab and lobster from nearby Bangor Bay dressed with homemade mayonnaise and his Bloody Mary tomatoes (heritage tomatoes steeped overnight in a mix of vodka, celery and Tabasco sauce) on Flout’s blackened focaccia. “I bake things so you think they’re burned — that’s flavor for me,” said the pizzeria’s founder, Peter Thompson, 45. Next was a take on the classic New Haven-style clam pie made with steamed Galway Bay mussels, alongside which Morris served pan-fried wild halibut with a fish head sauce. Then came Flout’s Detroit-style pepperoni pizza and a salad featuring locally grown baby gem lettuces. Dessert was Noble’s chocolate delice — jaconde sponge cake topped with salted caramel, dark chocolate parfait and a chocolate mirror glaze — accompanied by a salted caramel ice cream with Flout’s sourdough chocolate cookies tumbled through.

The drinks: Noble’s front-of-house manager and co-founder, Saul McConnell, 38, oversaw the drinks, which ranged from a vibrant Blanc de Meunier champagne for arriving guests to an amber passito-style Liastos wine from Lyrarakis, Crete, for the dessert course. The Boundary Brewing Company, Belfast’s first tap room and one of Jeffers’s neighbors in the building, provided an alternative aperitif: a full-bodied English bitter called A Certain Romance, a favorite of Jeffers’s studio team.

Jeffers illustrated the evening’s menus. Photo: Rich Gilligan

Noble’s chocolate delice, a jaconde sponge cake with salted caramel and a chocolate mirror glaze. Photo: Rich Gilligan

The conversation: Many artists talked shop, swapping notes on the production problems they encounter in their respective industries, and conversation also turned to global events. “There’s always been a comparison between the conflict in Northern Ireland and the conflict in Israel-Palestine,” said Jeffers. “We talked about the divisive rhetoric that’s going on right now.”

The music: Jeffers enlisted the Irish producer and D.J. Marion Hawkes, who runs the record store Sound Advice in Portview, to create a playlist, which ranged from classic folk to contemporary electronic tracks.

The recipe for Noble’s mayonnaise: It’s hard to beat fresh, homemade mayonnaise, says Morris, and it’s a quick, thoughtful addition to a dinner at home. But despite its few ingredients, it’s deceptively difficult to make. He recommends starting with equal parts white wine vinegar and egg yolk (approximately 2 teaspoons of vinegar to two yolks), which prevents the eggs from splitting as you very gradually beat in 250 ml of oil, then season with 5 grams of sugar and 5 grams of salt. Morris likes to use extra-virgin rapeseed oil for its neutral flavor, and an electric mixer for ease.

The New York Times Style Magazine

Remember… there’s always been a comparison between the conflict in Northern Ireland and the conflict in Israel-Palestine. We talked about the divisive rhetoric that’s going on right now. — Oliver Jeffers

Anon: Thanks… didn’t see your message until 10 minutes after posting. 🙁

[berrymoos]

❝❪ 🌧 〜 sea salt on snow. ❫❞

ʚɞ—fandom pairing: trolls. rg!branch, a dabble of cg!poppy

ʚɞ—summary: the telltale fuzz of tinyspace knaws at branch's brain when he storms off the bus. (canon compliant!)

ʚɞ—cw(s): angst. hurt/very little comfort. minor spoilers for trolls 3.

ʚɞ—a/n: a truck of inspo hit me in the middle of the night, i blacked out, then woke up at 2am with words mysteriously on my screen. here's some soup, happy belated holidays <3

the snow is cold underneath bare feet and the wind bites with jagged teeth at skin exposed by under-prepared dressing, but branch presses forward regardless of his discomfort, swallowing the burning throb of panic clawing its way out of his chest. tears threaten his eyes, build upon the brim of his eyelids, blur his vision with the flurry falling all around, but he wipes them away with an angry fist. there isn't any use crying about his mess, now.

he sets his jaw and glues his gaze to the wobbling images ahead of him, flicking his ears as though to rid the words he hears, but they're incessant gummy worms and they stick; they wriggle into his brain and burrow into him with a lack of mercy: “you didn't think we’d live together when this was all over, did you?”

it stings. it stings to reflect on the revelation that his body still remembered every move and every step when jd and spr– bruce dragged him into an impromptu performance; it stings to feel the bear hugs, the tossing, the cheek-smushing linger on his skin, the joy they all expressed upon seeing him after so long; it stings to recognize the age-old feeling of his own happiness deflate into a limp balloon when he learns their mission is simply that — a mission. to save floyd and nothing else.

perhaps, deep down, branch had a niggling suspicion all along that things were too good to be true, and once more he was proven right. john dory, bruce, clay, even floyd to a lesser extent abandoned him before he was out of diapers and never once attempted to reach out, to find his location, to see if he was just alive; of course they wouldn't want to stay together with him– for him. they never bothered trying to all those years ago, anyway.

he isn't unlovable—right? it isn't his fault—right?

their voices—loud within the walls of the bus, accusing one another, angry, frustrated at jd—ping-pong across his head. with shaking legs branch’s shuddering breath catches on a hook and yanks a choked sob from his throat. all at once his brain scrambles, buzzes, slushes like sea salt on snow, then yanks him under. why here? why now? without– without–

a hand catches a blue one from behind, delicate but too sudden nevertheless. branch yanks away and whirls around only to stumble over his own two feet, grey-blue fur bristling on instinct … but her taffy pink skin and her worried magenta eyes, let alone her frowning red lips crumbles every bit of him before any words can be prepared. with another sob that wracks his shoulders forward, the brittle twig all but collapses into poppy’s warmth, scrambles to clutch onto any part of her that can stabilize him in the littlest bit (the front of her dress: soft against his palms and soothing to squeeze), hiccups a breath, and wails.

[insightonthestars]

Welcome to Clement's, the tangerine bar inside of the snow blanket. It's often used as a traveller hub in order to refuge those struggling in the thick snow.

Near the ridge of the cobalt fortress, home towards the archduke of the federation. The area mostly appears in a freezing blue.

Although this was an area for travellers, if they make it past the freezing temperatures.

Clayton and Clement, fellow business partners of the old Citrus Cafe acknowledgement. This seemed to be thousands of years ago in the SPR timeline. This possibly would've been the first outlook towards the starting of the bar.

Business partners who knew each other their entire lives dedicated their time to help people who struggle with the general area of the frost.

The bar appears orange, and so do they, as they really like the colour orange. Drinks are sold through carved cups of wood, normally originating from trees or gifts traveller's would give to them in thankfulness.

[farsidejr]

much more recent drawing, secret santa gift for @multifandomjunk ! these two are so queer.

[drawingpad-studios]

I've been thinking about the guardians of Balance. Mainly the interpretation I came up with including the "Main 6 Guardians of Balance"/"The First 6 Guardians of Balance". And like fleshing out what they actually do.

Like I feel like the first 6 would be some of the first protectors of the elements they are apart of, like Otempus is obviously the protector of the balance element, Longclaw would be the protector of the Paper element, Boxdria obviously the cardboard element, etc and etc. y'all get the jest. But like they can't be the only ones protecting the elements, because there's more than 6, so basically maybe they appoint new trusted trained protectors for the other elements and some to eventually replace them(because the 6 can't live forever, even with most of them having long lifespans, 2 of them being technically gods[gods can still die] and two of them being blessed with longer life for their strengths and greatest feats).

Thou like what or who are they protecting these elements from? Because from my understanding, it can't really be from the Badland Security. Even if they look to be the opposite of the Arch Knights, the BL Security seem more like a neutral party until something or someone corrupts them. And even after they uncorrupt, they would still be a neutral party in my opinio

So sense the "First 6" group I made, were based on the 7 virtues(including Duskkar) when I made the group for HYS, which is: The Balance Guardian of Charity(Chortus), the Balance Guardian of Chasity(Brace), the Balance Guardian of Humility(Otempus), the Balance Guardian of Patients(Lestro), Kindness(Boxdria), Temperance(Longclaw), yada yada(I got tired of typing "the Balance Guardian of") I thought I would make a "Mirrored" version of the group based off the 7 deadly sins. Basically the same as the "first 6 Balance Guardians" but Equinox version.

Which I know I technically already have two characters based off the 7 deadly sins, but many people reuse concepts all the time, so why not. Plus it would be more interesting if it wasn't just the Wish Titans.

This new group is called "The First 6 Chaos Beasts"(name might be changed idk) and it includes(counting Equinox):

The Beast of Pride (Antagon SR.[based off of how Antagamom calls Antagon from SPR "Junior". there would probably be a Senior that is his father, this isn't just an out of the blue sudden "senior" like I did with Base Cleph and his father{which I did that for those two because I couldn't think of anything else}])

The Beast of Gluttony (Discord[based off how goats can eat anything and he is based off a ram which is a type of goat])

The Beast of Greed (Altuo Tenwor)

The Beast of Lust (Staff[made sense to me for her to be the opposite of her daughter than the father of her daughter being the opposite])

The Beast of Wrath (Boxazar [a box Phoenix])

The Beast of Envy (Equinox [Original Wrath, but Boxdria was Kindness, so I swapped him with Boxazar])

And the Beast of Sloth (Solstice[Originaly Envy, but had to move them down to make room for Equinox])

This is all inspired by the 5 ancients and the 5 Beasts from Cookie Run.

(Honestly I'm kinda thinking of making some sort of "tarot cards" for both the Balance Guardians and the Chaos Beasts.)

[kittyball23]

Meeting Spruce (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: Branch, Poppy, and John Dory reunite with the next BroZone brother - Spruce

A/N: This fic can be paired with my Surfin' Spruce photoshop edit :D

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Vacay Island was a sight to behold.

It was big and loud and colorful, with its saddled flamingos, sunglassed dogs, white sandy beaches, and endless summer sun. But they were not there on a vacation. They were there on a mission. Branch looked around skeptically, trying to tune out the colors and music. “Are you sure he’s here?” he asked John Dory.

JD chuckled. “Oh Branch, I know it’s been years, but come on, you can’t tell me you really forgot what Spruce was like, right?” He nudged Poppy. “He would always try to surf in the pool!”

Poppy giggled. “Seriously? But there’s no waves there!”

“I know! Exactly!” JD laughed heartily. “Gotta admit, I don’t know for sure if he’s here, little bro, but if I’m gonna take a wild guess…” He trailed off when he and the others heard the sound of someone whooping delightedly. John Dory, Branch, and Poppy all turned their heads to the sound, coming from the ocean, and gaped at the sight that they saw.

John Dory pumped his fist. “BINGO!”

And it was bingo indeed. Up on a flamingo-pink surfboard and riding a huge wave was a purple-haired Troll, his locks flowing in the wind as he rode the wave like a pro, some music that sounded like it belonged in an intro for a 70s TV show playing in the background.

Poppy squealed in excitement.

Branch gasped. Could that really be his brother, Spruce? He looked every bit like a surfer dude, having really tapped into the ‘vacay’ part of Vacay Island. Branch got his answer when the Troll washed ashore gracefully, shaking himself off of any excess water droplets that clung onto his blue skin and gasped at them. His gaze went right to John Dory first, having instantly recognized his sunglasses that he always toted.

“JD?” he asked, baffled.

“That’s riiiight!” John Dory sang out, playfully punching his younger brother on the shoulder. “It’s me!”

Spruce was delighted. “Wow! It’s great to see you again, bro!”

“Yeah! And you’re not gonna believe who I have with me.” John Dory stepped aside, allowing Spruce to behold the less-than-enthusiastic Branch.

Spruce beamed, recognition lighting his face. “Bitty B!”

Branch groaned, annoyed. “That is not my name.” He grew even more annoyed when Spruce grabbed him with one arm and gave him a noogie with his free hand.

“It is to me!” Spruce laughed, finally releasing Branch. It was then that he noticed the pink Pop queen standing to one side. Spruce’s eyes widened, then he turned up the charm, putting on his best grin and smoothing his purple hair back. “Oooo, and who is this lovely Troll?” he asked. In a move that was making Branch furrow his brows more and more by the second, Spruce strutted up to Poppy, took her pink hand in his, brought it up to his lips and kissed it sweetly. “A pleasure to meet you,” he said. “Has anybody ever told you that your smile is so bright that it would make the sun turn jealous?”

Poppy could only blink, a breathless chuckle escaping her lips. So, with the Pop Queen speechless, Branch cleared his throat and piped up. “This is Poppy. Queen of the Pop Village… my girlfriend. ” He made sure to put emphasis on the word girlfriend . It worked, thankfully for him, and Spruce immediately tensed and backed off, realizing the mistake he’d made.

“Err, right, of course! Because who wouldn’t want to be with cute little Bitty B, am I right?” He playfully elbowed Branch, making the Troll groan.

“Once again, NOT MY NAME.”

Spruce laughed, then turned his attention to JD. “So what’s the news? Why are you guys here? I mean, we haven’t seen each other since…” He trailed off, his smile faltering as he recalled what had occurred all those years ago. “Oh… right.”

JD gave him a grim look. “I know, I know. But we’re going to get the whole band back together, and everything’s going to be all right!”

Spruce glanced at him, surprised. “Really?”

“Are you going to join us?” JD asked.

Spruce straightened his black-and-white flowered vest. “Well, BroZone wouldn’t exactly be BroZone without me!”

JD laughed. “I beg to differ, BUT we’re not getting into that right now. What matters is, you’re in!” He high-fived the purple Troll who gladly returned the gesture.

Poppy clapped happily, but Branch was not so enthusiastic. “Who knew that all it takes to resolve the differences that separated us would be a high-five ,” he muttered bitterly.

Poppy noticed his behavior and placed a gentle hand on his arm. “Hey,” she said softly, “at least they’re getting along. It could’ve been worse,” she pointed out. She gave him a small smile, and eventually, he smiled back. In a way she was right. Spruce could have behaved in the defensive way that he himself had when John Dory crashed King Gristle and Bridget’s wedding. Or, they could’ve gone really extreme and fought. But that didn’t happen, so that was a good thing. He sighed, watching his two brothers reunite and reminding himself that they still had two brothers to go. Poppy tugged him by the hand when she saw John Dory and Spruce start to make their way back to the caterbus.

“Come on!” she said with excitement, “we still got way more road tripping ahead of us!”

“Oh great,” Branch mumbled, secretly looking forward to the psychedelic rainbow waves that his hands would make afterwards.

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A/N: They're totally going to find Spruce on Vacay island - the BroZone site states that he loves surfing and grilling. He's also the 'hearthrob' of the group, which explains his flirtiness :)

[iamindebt]

LOOKATTHIS!

Hi! Im Boba (she/they)

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adventure forward

paper roblox

stars aligned

minecrap

deltarune and its anagram

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omori (though i dont post abt it a lot) and a lot of other stuff that i dont exactly know how to format right now

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#spr slander -pure slanderization of my most specialist faivroute game of all time

#bubble tea | my art -once in a blue moon art

hair :3

[jumbledpages]

more or less something for myself but uhh heres a simple explaination for the designs

"Only the coolest characters can wear a rope around their waist." this line was taken from the dev comment on the true form card and i agree. shes the coolest guys.

the capes her dress from the original (remind me to fix the colors in the final :P)

her hairs supposed to mimic aristris front hair (im drawing... eventually guys trust me)

the diamond shaped accessories are supposed to be based off of chapter 8s portal hopping (those diamond obstacles)

i gave her pants because i dont think it would reasonably make sense for her to wear a loose fitting skirt if she was teleporting from place to place and jumping everywhere

with scriptliss it was supposed to kinda be like those "knight in shining armor" kind of armor. fairly sure i made this when i was sick so thats why it looks scuffed

the white parts are supposed to be a reference to his true form, and the diamonds are cogen, ofc .w.

hes wearing his original clothing from spr under his armor, just for fun :3 (fun fact! protagonists shirt is green to be a direct opposite. not sure when i decided that but! yep!)

also that helmet canonically dosent fit scriptliss properly

tucker was the first one i did when i first got this tablet so he looks a little wonky (sorry tucker!) i wanted to mimic the those like british waistcoats and sleves (or maybe its a different era... ill search that up later) the blue undercoat is supposed to be i direct reference to dussekar and yes he is wearing a rolex

im not sure what i was doing with sphara, i think it was a mix of egyptian and greek? i do like the sleves though

cogens in the image too, if you can spot them.

aaaannddd heres a cute little wip!

[revenant-coining]

Luowilloin

[ID: a rectangular flag with 11 horizontal lines. colors in this order from top to bottom: yellow, yellow-green, green, blue-green, blue, dark blue, blue, blue-green, green, yellow-green, yellow. End ID]

Luowilloin: a gender connected to bluebirds, meadows, willow trees, and springtime.

Etymology: (b)lu(ebird), (mead)ow(s), willo(w), (spr)in(g)

Pronounced: loo ow will-oh in (lu ow willo in)

@radiomogai , @mogai-sunflowers

[ID: an orange line divider with a star covered in flame in the middle. End ID]

[vulpes-fennec]

Hot Springs Soak (Gwynriel) 🎁

Summary: A series of fluffy/smutty ACOTAR winter one-shots! 12 stories for the 12 days leading up to Solstice (December 21).

Just a fluffy scenario of Gwyn and Azriel visiting a hot spring in the winter! Also trying to expand our ACOTAR world beyond the Night Court because there are only so many things you can do in Velaris.

Read: Masterlist | AO3

The Dawn Court’s hot spring resorts were renowned even among the continental Fae. Powered by the same geothermal energy that fueled the court’s master forges, the hot springs were an especially popular tourist attraction in the winter. Azriel was lucky he managed to book a weekend getaway through one of his contacts at Thesan’s court. 

He winnowed Gwyn to the resort, checking into their cozy room. Gwyn was chattering excitedly as she changed into her bathing suit in the bathroom. “Az, apparently we are supposed to put on these clay masks while we soak! There’s a jar of it in here!” 

“What are the benefits of the clay masks for our skin?” Azriel slipped into black swim shorts and tossed on a heavy jacket. 

“It says…it says the clay will draw out toxins in our skin, and the other minerals will reduce redness,” Gwyn read. “The steam from the hot springs will also unclog our pores.” 

Although he was over 500 years old, Azriel had never soaked in hot springs before. Gwyn, who was an avid reader, always had ideas for things to do around Prythian. Having her push him to try new things was one of the many reasons why Azriel loved his mate so much. 

“I still can’t believe you won’t let me see what your swimsuit looks like,” Azriel complained when Gwyn stepped out of the bathroom. Gwyn wore a flowing skirt and thick coat, and he could not tell for the life of him what she might be wearing. 

“You’ll see in a couple minutes, shadowsinger. Now let’s go!” 

The pair walked in sandals along the cobblestone mountain path. Trees were dusted with snow, craggy lilac peaks rose up ahead of them. The individual hot spring pools were tucked away behind boulders, ensuring the visitors had some privacy. Small rivers of melted water ran down the hill, replenishing the pools with fresh water.

The winter chill was almost unbearable, but Azriel finally located the hot spring assigned to their room. The pool was fairly wide, with carved white steps leading up to it. Slabs of stone lined the edges of a bubbling blue pool. 

Gwyn whistled as Azriel took off his heavy jacket, revealing sculpted pectorals and bronzed abdominal muscles. The shadowsinger folded his arms over his chest petulantly. “Go on, Berdara,” he prompted her, hazel eyes shining. “Let’s see your outfit.” 

Gwyn shrugged her skirt and jacket off. The black swimsuit she’d picked was custom ordered from the Summer Court. According to Cresseida, the one-piece style was trendy once again. The black suit dipped low with a v-cut, with sweeping cutouts that displayed skin despite the modest coverage. Gwyn had to admit: the high waistline and stretchy material made her ass look nice. 

The awe in Azriel’s face as he looked her up and down only boosted Gwyn’s confidence. Water nymphs swam naked, but her upbringing in Sangravah, with long-flowing priestess robes, had her used to more modest clothes. But Gwyn wanted to feel comfortable trying new styles, so a weekend away at the Dawn Court’s hot springs seemed the perfect opportunity for a cute swimsuit. 

“Where’d you buy this?” he breathed, gently fingering the slippery fabric of Gwyn’s swimsuit. “I think we should buy ten more of these.”

“A shop in the Summer Court. It was Cresseida’s recommendation.” 

“I’m going to send Cresseida a thank you note the next time I’m in the Summer Court,” Azriel murmured as his hands snaked down to give Gwyn’s ass a friendly squeeze. “You look amazing, Gwyn.” 

Gwyn beamed. “Thank you, Azriel. I’m glad you like it.”      

Azriel kissed her lightly. “As long as you like it, I’ll be happy. Now come on, I’m getting cold out here.” He’d originally planned to help Gwyn into the hot spring pool by holding her hand, like a courtier. But the water was searing hot, causing the shadowsinger to hiss like a cat. 

“What’s wrong?” Gwyn gasped. 

“It’s hot!” 

“No shit, Az, we’re at a hot spring.” Gwyn glanced at the steaming, whirling pool before them and took a bold step into the pool. Then another. And another.

“Gwynnie, be careful!” Azriel’s wings flapped with trepidation when his mate let out a little squeak of surprise.

“I’m fine! It’s actually not that bad once you get used to it.” Gwyn let out a pleasant sigh once she was neck-deep in the pool. She paddled around the pool in circles. “Come on, Az, join me.” Gwyn held out her hand. 

With support from the priestess, Azriel managed to immerse his entire body, wings and all, into the hot spring. The water was so hot that it almost felt cold. But sure enough, once he got over the initial tingling sensation, the heat soothed to his tired muscles. 

The air steamed with the heavy smell of various minerals as the pair soaked in contented silence. Gwyn occasionally dove down, swimming through the heated water like the water nymph she was. Her coppery red hair floated loose and soft in the water. Azriel was enamored with running his fingers through it. 

“I think the steam will have opened enough of our pores. Here, I’ll go get the clay mask jar.” Gwyn got up out of the pool, walking towards their bench of belongings. Now Azriel was the one who whistled as he admired her swaying, dripping curves. 

“Oh stop it, honey.” Gwyn swatted him playfully as she opened the lid. Azriel peered down at the gray white paste. It looked strange, but at least it smelled nice. Like some floral essence oils were infused with the clay. 

Gwyn and Azriel took turns applying the mask onto each other’s faces, gently tracing the curve of a cheek and smoothing the clay over nose bridges. Gwyn took her time, appreciating the little details of her mate’s face. And Azriel drew little hearts and stars all over Gwyn’s face before properly applying the mask.

“You look good with a clay mask on, shadowsinger.” She kissed him softly on the lips. 

“Better than the raven mask I wear into battle?” Azriel teased. 

“Hmm.” Gwyn tapped her chin contemplatively. “I must say you look better in that one. All edgy and intimidating.” She giggled when Azriel pulled her into his lap.

“Edgy?” Azriel’s voice was indignant. “I am not edgy.” 

“Yes, you are, Az. Fine. You’re broody. How about that?” 

“I’ll take that description,” Azriel conceded. His hands held the Valkyrie close, tracing the edges of swimsuit that exposed her pale skin. 

“Thank you for bringing me here,” Gwyn said after several moments of comfortable silence. “I love this. It’s so hard to be near water during the winter, because it’s so cold. But this is amazing.” 

“It’s an early Solstice present. But there will be more to come.” 

Snow began to fall, the flakes dissolving into steam before they hit the water. But the spymaster and Valkyrie warriors did not mind. Gwyn and Azriel soaked in the hot spring pool, relishing each other’s company, their troubles far, far away. 

[i-have-not-slept]

Malectober Day 3: Glitter

Alec stared at the colours — burnt red, saffron yellow, peacock blue, sunset purple. They glittered brightly like crushed gems, dancing in the light. He brushed his fingers across one and examined the shimmering smudge of purple.

He could see Magnus, reflected in the vanity mirror, looking at him curiously. They were getting ready for a Council meeting, and Magnus looked utterly gorgeous in a glittery purple blazer and charcoal suit pants, his hair shimmering faintly with some kind of sparkly gel. Alec found his gaze sliding from Magnus, back to the purple eyeshadow on his own fingertips.

“See something that interests you?” Magnus asked. His tone was light, but he was watching Alec closely.

Alec brushed his fingers together, rubbing off the eyeshadow. “No. It’s just — the colours. They’re nice.”

Magnus looked at him closely, almost like he was waiting for something. “They are nice.” he agreed. He stepped over to Alec, putting his hands on his shoulders, before sliding them down to do up Alec’s half-buttoned shirt. He gave Alec a quick kiss on the cheek before moving past him to sit down at the vanity table. Alec watched him, his long fingers hovering over the various eyeshadow palettes, then reaching for the same purple Alec had been looking at.

“Wait.” Alec said suddenly. His voice sounded unnaturally loud to his ears, and Magnus glanced over at him in surprise.

“I mean—“ Alec took a deep breath, gesturing towards the vanity, the clutter of makeup. “Could I do that? For you?”

Magnus looked startled, then smiled slowly. “You want to do my makeup for me?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.” Alec said quickly. He knew Magnus was very particular about his makeup, that it was almost a form of protection for him, like armour. Maybe he didn’t want Alec to do it, didn’t want him to mess it up.

“I do,” Magnus said softly. “It’s— it’s really sweet of you.”

He held out his hand, and Alec took it, letting Magnus brush a kiss to his knuckles. Then Magnus swiveled around on the vanity stool, turning his face up to Alec with an expectant air.

Alec shook his head and pulled Magnus to his feet, pointing towards the bed. Magnus raised his eyebrows but went with him willingly, tumbling back onto the mattress when Alec pushed him gently.

Alec turned back to the vanity, gathering up what he wanted. He walked back to the bed and climbed onto the mattress, crawling to Magnus and dropping the makeup beside him. He straddled his boyfriend, knees on either side of his hips, leaning over him and bringing their faces close together.

Alec reached for the first thing, the shimmery purple eyeshadow.

“Close your eyes.” he said huskily, and Magnus obliged, shutting his eyes and turning his face up to Alec’s.

Their faces were very close together. Alec could see every detail of Magnus’s features, feel the warmth of his breath against his cheek.

Alec dabbed some of the eyeshadow onto the brush and carefully, very carefully brushed it across Magnus’s left eyelid. The colour spread from the brush like paint, like sunset staining the sky. Alec had never put makeup on anyone, but he had steady hands and it was easy to copy what Magnus usually did. Alec smudged the glitter with his thumb, like he’d seen Magnus do, then reached for the sapphire-blue eyeshadow, adding a little at the corner of Magnus’s eye. He admired the contrast of the colours with Magnus’s skin, then shifted sideways and repeated the process on his right eye. Magnus breathed out slowly.

Alec remembered the first time he’d ever seen Magnus, dark blue glitter around his eyes and mouth. He’d been fascinated, not just by Magnus, but by the makeup, how easily Magnus wore it, how good he made it look.

Alec reached for the eyeliner pencil. “Keep your eyes shut.” he instructed Magnus. He set the tip of the pencil to Magnus’s eyelid and traced a steady line to the corner of his eye. It was, Alec thought, oddly similar to using a stele to draw runes on someone, the black line spreading out from the pencil.

Magnus cracked open his other eye and squinted at Alec. “What are you thinking about?”

“It’s like using a stele.” Alec replied honestly, and he felt Magnus shake with barely suppressed laughter.

Alec tapped his cheek with mock severity. “Stop laughing. I don’t want to poke you in the eye by accident.”

Magnus subsided, but the corners of his mouth were quirked up.

Alec finished Magnus’s other eye, then picked up a tub of cosmetic glitter. He used his thumb to brush some on Magnus’s cheekbones, then his temples. Last of all, he reached for a tube of lipgloss, palest pink, almost transparent, and sparkling. He cupped Magnus’s chin in his hand, tilting his face up. “Open your mouth.” he murmured.

Magnus parted his lips slightly. His eyes were open now, gazing at Alec a little hazily.

Alec spread the shimmering gloss over Magnus’s lower lip, then watched as Magnus pressed his lips together to cover his top lip. Alec brushed away a smuge with his thumb, then sat back. “Done.”

Magnus pushed himself up on his elbows, looking slightly dazed. From this angle, they were reflected in the vanity mirror, and Magnus could see Alec’s handiwork.

“Well,” he murmured, “you didn’t do too badly.” He was trying to sound teasing, Alec could tell, but there was a note of tenderness in his voice that gave him away.

“Oh, come on.” Alec said. “For a first attempt? I think I did pretty well.”

“You did.” Magnus told him.

Alec looked back at his boyfriend. He was still kneeling over Magnus, straddling his waist. Magnus’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes bright. Alec bent down at the same moment Magnus reached up, and they fell back to the mattress together as their lips met. Magnus gripped Alec’s shoulders, and Alec cupped his face, breathing him in. He pulled away from Magnus with a gasp. The gloss that Alec had so carefully applied was smeared. Alec could feel the stickiness of it on his own lips.

“We’ll be late for the meeting.” Magnus murmured.

“I don’t care.” Alec said recklessly, and Magnus laughed, eyes and mouth glittering, and pulled Alec down again.