#THANK YOU AGAIN SO MUCH

[quiverpaw]

lovely art from @cheerclaw @scourgebff, one as a unexpected birthday gift, second from their half of an art trade!!!

[skyward-floored]

Sorry I saw your thing about Tetra just having a gun and I wrote this in a fugue state thank you for the inspiration.

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“And that, Mr. Daphnes, is why you’ll do exactly what I say.” The villain chortled, one of its many arms pointing a gun directly at its captive’s head. Wind tried to squirm free of the slimy tentacle, even trying to bite it to free himself. The bad guy—Bellum, he’d called himself—had hijacked the field trip bus and seized several members of their class as hostages. But he was most focused on the girl in the seat next to Wind, her sea-green eyes locked on the gun held to her head as the villain negotiated with her father over the phone. Tetra’s tanned skin was unusually pale, chewing her lip and sitting so still she may as well be a statue. Wind’s hand was stuck to his side by the villain’s grip, but he could just barely brush his fingers over Tetra’s hand. She kept it clenched in a fist.

Wind hadn’t told Tetra about his powers—he’s gotten the lecture enough times—but if there was ever a time to be a hero, wasn’t this it? He started calling for a wind, looking for something he could blow into Bellum’s face. A paper sticking out of a backpack, or a tissue, anything to blind the man so he could kick free and take him down. The relative difference in size—but to mention the risks of startling a man holding a gun—didn’t even cross his mind. His eyes settled on the bandana Tetra had around her neck. It was only loosely tied. He could blow it off, straight into Bellum’s face, then take him down.

He pushed the wind a little harder. Already the hair of everyone on the bus was standing up, tossing and twisting. Tetra’s eyes flicked to Wind, to the villain, and to the gun trained on her. Wind tried to keep his face straight as he poured a little more effort in. Bellum didn’t notice, issuing his demands and gesturing as his arms loosened ever so slightly…

The bandana ripped free, swirling in the air in a mini cyclone, slapping into the villain’s face. Bellum screeched his displeasure, tentacle arms scrambling to remove the fabric blinding him. His arms shook, and Wind prepared to spring.

In a blur of blue and gold, hands shot out, seizing the gun and giving a twist that slipped it right out of the monstrous grip. Bellum yanked the fabric free, turning his head just in time to find his own weapon planted firmly between his eyes. A foot slammed down on the encroaching arms, pinning them to the seat.

Wind scrambled up, having tripped in his attack, falling gracelessly to the aisle. Tetra, nose snarled as if she smelled a rotten fish, shoved the gun into the villain’s skull. Bellum squirmed, but the girl only shifted her finger to the trigger, cocking the gun as if she had done this all her life. Her smirk was sharp, a shark smelling blood in the water. Bellum’s eye grew huge.

“No! No no no don’t—“

“Bang!”

The villain recoiled, his limbs flailing in panic, before realizing she had not fired. The soulless fear turned, and he spun, arms shooting forward to seize the girl again—

There was a thud, and the man slumped, a bloom of blood on the back of his head. The bus driver huffed, lowering the tire iron. “You kids ok?”

Tetra picked up her bandana, wrapping the gun in it carefully. “Nice hit, Mr. Linebeck!” She leaned forward. “Is he dead?”

“I don’t think so. I called the cops as soon as he looked away. Just lucky you brats weren’t…” He scowled. “What were you thinking?”

Tetra stuck out her tongue. “That he was hurtin’ Wind, and nobody messes with my crew!”

The driver threw up his hands, removing his belt to bind the villain’s many arms. Tetra sat next to Wind, her sharp grin never fading. If he hadn’t known where to look, he would have missed the flicker of fear and relief.

“You ok?”

She punched his arm, but thought better of it and took his hand, patting it. Her voice dropped to a barely audible murmur. “Lucky that breeze blinded him, huh?”

Wind gave a shaky laugh. “Y-yeah.”

OH MY GOODNESS I AM SCREAMING AT THIS I ADORE IT

THE EMOTION

THE DRAMA

LINEBECK BEING THEIR BUS DRIVER AAAAABFDSBDHJFDSBJH

I'm borrowing that actually it's canon now Linebeck drives a school bus

TETRAAAAA YOU GO GIRL that show of emotion from her and Wind both was so sweet they care for each other so much and just. AAAAAAAAH

My friend you have made my entire night, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS <333333

[h-worksrambles]

Very excited to show this incredible piece of my fursona, Xander, taking a breather beside a very familiar looking sword... I got this as a commission from the amazing @emdeejaydraws . They did a stunning job. Please go support their work!

[starry-eyed-extraterrestrial]

⚠️💾🖍️ <3

⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

Honestly….this is anyone's guess! I mean technically it should be eternally but like that has been in development hell for like five months I've rewritten that bad boy so many times it's insane! It might also be every man for himself (not by himself) actually since I'm technically “the furthest” with it but knowing me that could change on a dime so honest answer idk, but doesn't guessing it make it more fun(I say to excuse poor planning)

💾What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

Breaking news old man gets emotionally abused by bandmates only to break down in tears and have said bandmates break into a bistro down the road,this and more at seven.

(Long ass title I know, hope it even mildly makes sense)

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

“No...., I need you to say it…” Nikki is just plain stubborn at this point, his eyes misty. He's still not looking at Mick.

Mick looks into the sea glass green reflection of Nikki's irises or tries to as Nikki keeps his gaze fixed on the gravestone before him, like something far more interesting lay in the view then Mick himself.

He's not really left with a choice here. So he decides to say it, the honesty levels of the words for once not mattering to him, and it didn't seem like it mattered to Nikki either.

He just desperately needed to hear them fall from Mick's lips.

“I would've if I could've” Mick finally says.

Nikki nods stiffly in stanch agreement.

“Good” he says.

Not another word is shared that day.

(Oops sorry gave you a part of the fic entirely cause only giving the one line would have made no sense on how important it was. It still doesn't make sense of of context like this granted, but it's a bit better I think 😅)

Thank you so much for asking Arnold, means so much to me<3333333 :’))))

[louistonehill]

It genuinely blows my mind to hear that people have questioned or said unkind things about your work?! First of all, how does anyone think that’s ok? Don’t like it, scroll on by, buddies! Secondly, to you of all people? You’re one of my favourite artists in this fandom and I love the dynamism, movement, and emotion you bring to your work. I’m so sorry you are getting Inbox Woe and I hope you know that the appreciators far outweigh the detractors. Thanks for your lovely art.

Aaaah, thank you so much, Rapid!

I had to sit back and just breathe after reading this, I'm so grateful!

Unfortunately this type of behaviour is really really familiar from other fandoms, and I know from friends that it's still rampant in other places. I'm so happy to see that it still shocks people in this fandom however, because it means everyone are still sensible and "mature" about it (as I remember pontemercying saying a couple months back).

Either way I'm so happy you like my art and the techniques I bring to it! I spend a lot of time and effort on it for it to look that way and it makes it worth it to know this leaves a positive impression on most people!

Thank you again so much for reaching out with your kind, reassuring words! they've taken a stone off my heart /squeeze

[canisalbus]

✦ Freshly ordained ✦

[stellariah]

lol hi it's me miss aris and you left a paragraph of tags on some of my posts !!

pls okay first of all the fact that you BINGED MY STUFF?? honoured. absolutely floored that you did that. second, don't be sorry for the wall of comments because truly, when i get something like that, it's the best thing EVER because i get to see everyone's little thoughts on whatever the heck i put out and it also makes me feel warm and fuzzy (´ω｀) thank you SO MUCH for the compliments on my writing, and for also taking time out of your day to leave such nice words ヽ( ´￢`)ノ can't wait to see your own works when they go up !!!! ♡

omg hi aris! first, sorry for being so ramble-y (embarassing lol), but I am really happy the tags were enjoyed :) second, you really are a great writer and I just wanted to let you know! ♡♡♡ expect to see more paragraph-length tags from me in future as I find a way to wrap up my thoughts about your other work! thank you so much for sending this to me. you're so sweet!!!

[rusticfurnace]

GHOSTSOAP // "you sweet fucker" MINICOMIC!!!

[imagine-that-100]

If you’re still looking for suggestions for baby’s name you could do Logan, it’s gender neutral and you can shorten it to Lo :)

Thank you for sending this! Unfortunately me and A know a few Logan’s irl so it’s a little too close to home for us 🙃 but thank you so much for the suggestion… we have actually decided on a name now. I’ll reveal in the next ask though 💜

[clairauswolfus]

your art makes me insane

WAAAAAAAAHHH THANK YOU WAUHHGGHGHHGH

I'm so flattered!!!! Thank you this means a lot to me!

Also don't worry about the multiple asks! I'll respond a bit slowly to them but I'll get to them soon.

[junosmindpalace]

you don’t like to kiss satoru when he wears his blindfold.

you understand why he wears it, and you don’t have any problem with it besides how distanced you feel from him when he tries to be intimate with it on. so while you never ask him to take off his blindfold, you simply refuse to engage him when he wears it. 

guilt eats at you for even feeling this way in the first place—after all, satoru’s health came before your own menial, selfish wants. still, you couldn’t help the uneasiness that came as a result of trying to be affectionate with him while half his face was completely blocked off from you. 

and satoru doesn’t like this. he’s not immensely clingy, or at least not often enough to call him clingy, but he does like to have you near him, tuck you into his side and steal a slow kiss or two from you on occasion. especially when he’s feeling stressed or annoyed does he seek out your soothing touch, which tended to be pretty often from how demanding the higher ups are of him. 

you’ll still lend a listening ear, lean in real close and scan his face as if trying to see those bright blue eyes of his through the dark mask he often wears, perhaps even wrap your arms around him and card your fingers through his hair held up by the fabric around his head. and most of the time simply being near you, touching you in one way or another is enough to soothe his aching muscles and tense mind. but when he leans in to press his lips against yours and you dodge, he immediately realizes that it’s not enough.

“you’re mean.” he pouts, and though you can’t see his eyebrows crease in distress, you can certainly imagine it, and you laugh.

“when we’re at home.” you reassure him, rubbing your hands up and down his arms. 

he speculated for some time that you rejected him because of the setting, that it was unprofessional or perhaps embarrassing. but you had no problem angling his head toward you and stealing a kiss from his lips on the rare occasion he decided to wear his glasses to work, and so he eventually managed to piece together that the blindfold was the problem.

satoru’s frown only deepens, because he wants a kiss from you now. why should he have to wait to kiss his own partner? 

“just a small one. a quick one.” he tries to bargain, holding your elbows, but you only shake your head with an amused smile. 

“later.” you promise, and before he can press further, your students start to approach and your attentions are required elsewhere.

you uphold your promise, cupping his face and kissing him with so much love behind closed doors, as if you were anticipating the moment as much as he was—when his blindfold is off. but he’s still troubled by the fact that you refuse to kiss him with it on. it’s a part of him. do you think he’s ugly with it on? that’s got to be it.

he continues to whine and chase after your lips when the two of you are at work, but you only chuckle and angle his face away, and eventually it really strikes a nerve with him, frustrated over not knowing why you were so adamant on avoiding his kiss when he wore his blindfold. you haven’t tried to initiate, or even reciprocate his advances, even once! 

he brings up this concern one day when you two are at home, when your bodies are messily intertwined on the living room couch, satoru’s chin propped up on your chest and your hand cupping his face as you cuddled and giggled about whatever sort of conversation you were making that night. in the security of your shared home, and in your comforting embrace, does satoru allow himself to wind down, letting his cursed energy seep out, and using it as an incentive to relax a slight bit. 

you say something and he laughs, and upon seeing his smile and endearing eyes crinkle happily, you lean in to close the space between your lips.

he immediately reciprocates the kiss, the hold he has around your waist tightening. but then he remembers being in a similar scenario hours prior, and you refusing to meet his lips then. he pulls away gently as the dejection bubbles up in his stomach again, and his smile slightly drops.

“why don’t you kiss me when i wear my blindfold?”

the question, coupled with the blunt and slightly miserable tone satoru asks it with, catches you off guard, and his knit brows makes your breath hitch.

this was the thing about satoru without his blindfold. every piece of him—every vulnerable expression, every crease on his face, every emotion of his—was on display for you to bask in. rubbing your thumb over his cheek is welcome. there isn’t any fabric to bump into and make you feel like you’re being pushed out, make you feel like your affection is being suppressed.

satoru without his blindfold was open, intimate—whole. but when he wrapped the fabric around his eyes, it felt like he was also hiding a part of himself you adored. not the overwhelming strength he held in those enchanting cerulean eyes of his, but the love and affection they glimmered with when he was with you, a glimmer you’re sure was reciprocated in your own eyes as well. a part of him that displayed his adoration for you, for the things he loved most, clear as day. 

“it’s silly, satoru.” you tell him reluctantly, gently playing with his hair. his sad smile makes you feel guilty, gnaws at your heart. but the part of you that feels shut away with that blindfold overtakes an insecurity deep inside. “i don’t want to concern you with it.”

“you gotta tell me what’s up, sweets. think i’m ugly?” he tries to tease, and you roll your eyes.

“just feel distant from you, ‘s all.” 

voicing it aloud makes you feel just as small and silly as you told him it is. perhaps you were overthinking things too much. 

you’re afraid to explain any further, because you don’t even know if you can without sounding even more insecure than you feel, but satoru immediately understands, and all the tension he’s built over the situation melts away in an instant, and he chuckles.

“like my eyes on you, huh?” he wiggled his brows, and you scoff, moving your hands down to his neck. he leans in a little closer, speaks a little softer. “they’re always on you.” 

your heart flutters as satoru kisses over the side of your jaw, giggling at the slight tickling sensation. he mimics your smile from against your jawline when he hears you laugh. 

he thinks he understands. if he wasn’t able to see those gorgeous eyes of your as they crease when you laugh, or gaze up at him in awe when he pulls away from a kiss only you could make so sweet, he thinks he’d also feel shut out, robbed of that small but intimate and beautiful part of you that leaves him breathless. he had a responsibility as the strongest to keep himself in line, but he also had a responsibility to you. he committed himself to that responsibility ages ago when you first met. 

satoru stares up at you from the crook of your neck, and it’s as if there’s hearts in his eyes, a sight that never fails to fluster you when you realize that it’s all directed toward you, a result of you. it reminds you just why you were so insecure in the first place. why would you want to kiss him when he wore his blindfold when you were deprived of this sight while doing so?

“just try to kiss me with my blindfold.” he mumbles, and it sounds insensitive after what you told him, but it’s exactly why he wants to prove that not a single ounce of love for you is hidden away when he wears it.

you frown, but still reach to grab the black band from when he threw it on the coffee table hours ago. you wrap it around his eyes for him, feeling slightly saddened by the sight already, but his lovesick smile never falters.

as soon as your hands lower from behind his head, he’s gently pushing his lips against yours, and it feels every bit of kind and loving and special as it did when you kissed him without it. his lips move slowly, yet passionately, with yours, and for the first time, your hands move to cup his face in reciprocation. the touch elates satoru like nothing else in the world, and you can’t believe you ever expected anything different.

when he finally pulls away, you could swear you see those bright blue eyes of his staring at you with that dizzying gaze that makes you feel light and loved. the blindfold makes you feel a lot more exposed than he is though, and you can’t help but blush and bring your hands over your face to try and even the playing field.

he laughs at this reaction and tries to pry your hands away from your face. “so? anything different?” he grins, feeling proud knowing he accomplished his goal from your reaction, and you laugh. 

“i still prefer it off.”

“that’s fine,” he hums, lowering the band so it hangs loosely around his neck with one hand, bringing your hands down away from your face with the other. “i prefer it off, too.” 

and from then on you become a little more comfortable kissing satoru with his blindfold on, and he’s over the moon at you now indulging him when he’d pull you into a random empty classroom and lean in close.

but he doesn’t see the harm in compromise, however, so he’ll indulge you too. and when he’s feeling particularly eager, he’ll wrap an arm around your waist, quickly tug his blindfold down to his neck, and capture your lips in a breathless kiss. 

whether he does this in an empty classroom or to say hello or goodbye before heading off on a mission with his students, you get to see those mesmerizing eyes of his shine with all the affection and love he holds for you. 

besides, you can't help but admit that it’s even more satisfying when he does it in front of others, tugging the blindfold off simply for your sake, showing off to everyone else the state you reduce him too. 

so perhaps you’ve grown to like kissing satoru when he wears his blindfold.  

[h-worksrambles]

I commissioned this fantastic art of Xander from the amazing @venkjpeg . I cannot thank him enough for the splendid job he did. Please go and support him and show him some love!

[orbbo]

Hey for fannon swap could we please get warden Grian? :D

Poor guy has to get custom sweaters.

((Thank you all for the request!! I wasn't expecting to get so many but I tried to do my best to do them all justice. I'm no longer taking fannon swap requests now. I'd love to do more general hermitcraft/life smp requests in the future. ))

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Ooh, you want to know what happens at the gay bar run by ex-pirates, ooh...You'll just have to read Tiger Tiger to find out...

(Inspired by this Disco Elysium comic)

[kirstlander]

tag 9 people you want to get to know better✨

tagged by @likesummerrainn aaah thank you <33

last song: Spit by Kittie

last show: Start to finish was probably The Mentalist.

currently watching: Better Call Saul, rewatch of The Office, Shadow and Bone, Aggretsuko, The Legend of Korra, Cowboy Bebop. I am TERRIBLE at watching series.

currently reading: Alien: Earth Hive by Steve Perry

current obsession: I'm back on my Warhammer bullshit, specifically the sticker collection which I need to complete. It scratches a part of my brain in a way I can't explain.

tagging: HI i explained in the last one i feel bad about tagging people just now so PLEASE feel free to do this and tag me so i can see bc i don't want to annoy any of you but also it's fun to get to know youse better <3

[soosoosoup]

treasure planet au, last of the batch (Poppy & Floyd)