#also lowkey insane

[atiianeishaunted]

Sonder!Lance

idk why canon lance is insisting on being cut off but whatever anyway the protag of voltron: sonder yay yippee, gave him more of a jellyfish haircut,, in my heart hes a marine biology nerd okay..

first draft + a more rendered version of the png

[ciderjacks]

looking for my biggest fan

[kenchann]

some lil bits of aces dream that i like

[rawme-price]

Thinking about livestock gaurdian!price and sheep!reader....

Price finds you in the middle of an op, just like gaz. An infiltration that had soon escalated to a full-blown shootout. But whereas price is usually so in control of his instincts, he has to actively pull them back for the first time in years. You, a soldier far younger than he would've liked, holding your position with a bullet hole in ur bicep, fluffy ears pinned back.

Every instinct in price is yelling at him to protect.

He personally makes sure you get seen by medical after a successful outcome to the op, a big lumbering form as he looms behind you. The whole time, price has a hand on you, as if hed die not to feel you close.

This captain, of whom youve never met before but often hear his name spoken with reverence, suddenly becomes very interested in you. Its a matter of days before ur current CO tells you to pack ur bags for a reassignment. A reassignment onto an exclusive taskforce run by the same captain that helped you all those days ago.

Price cant hide the way his tail wags lazily at seeing you again, some sort of anxiety draining from his lungs. His team notices though. The way he slowly walks up the the lamb of a recruit, gives you a firm handshake.

...it takes a while, but you warm up to price. Hes not the intimidating CO you thought he was. Mostly, hes an overprotective and extremely affectionate dog. Loves to lay his chin atop your head so you can feel the pleased rumbles he makes when you return safe from an op.

Almost every night price is dragging you into his den for cuddles. No one really bats an eye, its about time the sheepdog actually had a sheep to look after. Hes got a pack, and now he has a *herd*.

And ur more than happy to be said herd. Easily flowing with his commands, always eager for the warm approval his barks give. Even when you come back from ops drenched in blood, price just checks you over and nuzzles into ur neck to scent you over the blood.

Its...nice. being cared for. Being worried for. You had long since come to terms with being independent in the military. you never thought youd find someone like price to guide you. Hes barks and rumbles and cuddles with you happily, even if he correctively nips at you sometimes its all for ur own safety.

After especially long ops, when his whole pack gathers around to lay on top of or near you, ur chest feels light with mirth. You are so wanted and loved here. You cant imagine a world without it, and neither can price.

[Nerd shit below the cut]

Inspired by these pins on my dog pinterest board lol

Idk what breed of dog this is, but thats how I imagine prices hybrid side. Just. Big burly dog who cradles reader in his arms.... and shields them from the world...

Also it lowkey fits bc hes got a whole control complex and having a soldier who he can control in a new unique dynamic from his pack is very appealing to price...

[heedthetenofwands]

ghost x (lowkey unhinged) sunshine f!reader

suggestive nsfw (but non-explicit)

His girl was the sweetest thing. Smile as bright as the sun and you looked at him like he’d hung the stars and the moon. Coming home to you was always the highlight of his day.

But something was amiss ever since a week ago.

He had come back from base, a day of planning for the next mission and cleaning up from the last, and his heart yearned to be at home with you. Stepping through the front door, he was ready to hear his bird chirping his name and telling him about the day. But the house was silent, the lights were off, and he couldn’t hear a thing.

He waited a moment before calling out your name. It was only when he walked up the stairs to the bedroom that he saw you sitting on the edge of the bed. Your back was to the door.

“Love?” He called to you. You turned your head back to see him before standing up and making your way around the bed to smile and greet him. You hug him tightly, a bit firmer than usual and he had to brace his core a little in surprise. You let go and look at him with an innocent smile.

“Did you have a good day?” You asked.

“It was OK, better now.” He replies. You continue staring at him, almost in contemplation and, without blinking, kiss his cheek and move out of the room.

Alarms bells are ringing.

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

"There's something wrong." He confesses to them at drinks after work a couple days later. "She's angry."

"Your bonnie? She doesnae seem ta have a malicious bone in 'er. I'm sure it'll pass." Soap says.

Ghost grunts dismissively. "Never been this long."

Gaz hums in thought, "Did you forget a date?"

Ghost stays quiet but Gaz doesn't miss the confused stare. He clarifies, "Birds care about 'em. 1st anniversary, birthdays, the milestones. Can fall through the cracks if you're not careful though."

Ghost replies, "Maybe." In his mind, he's already running his fingers through their calendar.

Price cuts through, "Why not just ask 'er?" Straight to the point, as Ghost expected.

He leans back, "Rather not." Ghost knows he's hiding the real answer. What do I do if I can't fix it?

Price looks at him, assesses him and sees right through him. But before he can press further, Ghost hears his phone buzz. He pulls it out of his pocket and after reading the message from you, grumbles a quiet 'fuck' that draws the attention of his team. They lean over to catch a glimpse of the message.

The screen showed previous conversations between the lieutenant and his girl, you sending him your texts with smiley faces, hearts or emoticons with every message. That is, until your latest one which read:

Love: pick up bread on your way home.

The team winced at the cold tone.

"Good luck, mate."

"Warning ya, bakery closes earlier than usual today."

"You're fucked."

Ghost glares at them all before standing up and leaving.

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The rest of the week had followed similarly with you just not acting like you're usual self.

That Friday it was your turn to pick a film to watch, where you would usually put on a cheesy rom-com or a tense-filled drama, that night it was a R18 horror movie. Ghost did not utter a single complaint when you put it on. Or move an inch when you lay your head on his chest and smiled at a scene where a cheating husband and his mistress get sliced in two.

Where you two would usually stay in bed together to bask the warm glow of a slow Sunday morning, instead, Simon woke alone. He called your phone again and again until you came home a couple hours later. You ignored his questions. Fearing the worst, he let it go.

And the bite of your finger nails into his skin got stronger and stronger every night as you two lay in bed. It was as is if you were clutching or branding onto him with all your might.

It was later that week, that Simon decided to was time to ask. Time to confront the dissonance that was ringing louder and louder in his ears whenever you touched him, looked at him and smiled at him.

He was going to do it. Right after dinner, he was going to do it.

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Ghost, in fact, did nothing after dinner because as soon as you had gathered up the plates. You had returned with a cake.

You brought it to the table. “I know how much you love my desserts, Si. It's been forever since I've made one so I thought I would make your favourite today." You sit down before adding, "I've changed it up a bit, too. New ingredient and whatever.”

Ghost stills at that. “What’s the ingredient, darling?” He says as casually, as he could. Cyanide? Arsenic?

You smile sweetly at him, “It’s a surprise Si, where’s the fun in knowing before tasting it?”

“Right.” He replies, hesitantly.

You start cutting a slice, and place it on his plate before sitting down and waiting for him.

He takes the fork. "You're not hungry, love?"

You shake your head, "I want to see your reaction."

There's a moment where Ghost is trying to remember the poison hotline contact number so he could ring it after his 'taste test' but he finally breaks.

“Nope, can’t do this anymore.” He says.

“Can’t do what, Simon?” You asked with faux concern. You stand up and come to his side of the table to face him. “What’s wrong, baby? You're going to love it.”

“Did I forget an anniversary? Your birthday?” He thought aloud. He doubted it, but he must have done something wrong. He reaches for your arms and gently pulls you to stand in front of him, he holds your hands and bows his head before you. “Tell me love, have I been neglecting you? Spending too much time at work? You can tell me.”

You gently remove your hands from his hold, moving one hand to cup his cheek and the other to tilt his chin so he could meet your gaze. At first, he leans into the gentle palm of your hand but the cold look in your eye with that small smile of your lips makes him freeze.

“Don’t bullshit me, Riley.” Your voice cuts through the candlelit room. He has to fight to not let this do something to him. It gets worse when you use both of your hands to cup his jaw and force his head upwards to meet your gaze. “I found a second phone when I was sorting the laundry. There was a message from another woman. Asking if you would be coming over that night. What a greedy fucker you are.” He has to fight any sound that may escape from his lips at seeing you speak so harsh. “You listen to me, Simon.” His eyes widen as you close the distance of your face to his and your lips are so close. He wants to kiss you. “I will fucking kill her.”

Ghost had no idea what was happening, mind moving too fast and too slow all at once. All he could do was focus on his sweetheart's voice. You stand upright, move closer to Ghost, forcing him to spread his thighs so you can stand between them and press his face to your form, stroking the back of his head, his shoulders, his back as if to soothe and comfort. “I am yours. You made it so. And now, you are mine too."

He can't help the chills running down his spine as he laid his head against your body and felt the presses of your touch. You tell him, “All you need to do is give me her name and where I can find her. And after tonight, we can forget all about this, my love. If you work hard enough, I will forgive you. And in time, I will ask you what deficit I had to make you think you can replace me."

You sigh, "I gave you all week to confess, but you have no shame do you?"

Finally, Ghost's mind seems to catch up, "Wait, wait, sweetheart I don't have a second phone." At that, you tighten the hand in his hair, grabbing a good chunk of the back of his head. He whines at the sensation, "I swear, love." But you do not yield.

His mind is racing.

A second phone?

And finally, he realises. "Sweetheart, wait. It's Johnny's. He mentioned that he lost his phone, the idiot must've dropped in my gym bag. That's why you found it."

Your body stills. "Are you sure, Si?"

While you stay still, Ghost only wraps his arms around you, nestling his face against the warmth of your body and your hesitance. He pleads, "On my life. Call him, darling. Please."

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

A phone call later, you confirm that Soap indeed dropped his phone, and was seeing the woman you saw in the notifactions. With a sinking feeling, you return to the kitchen table.

"Si, I'm so sorry." You tell him, tears already brimming your water line. "I should've just asked you-" Before you can say another word, Ghost had already stood up and embraced you. You sink against him.

You should have never doubted a starving dog.

Ghost smiles as he releases you from his hold, "You still want dessert?" He looks back at the cake.

You only giggle, "Yes, let's eat. Not that one though." You ignore Ghost's questioning gaze as you walk to the fridge, humming a small tune, and then pull out another identitical cake. You set it on the table, smiling innocently as the blood drains from Ghost's face. "Let's eat, Si."

[vintrage]

fire cannot kill a dragon BITCH

[deadpoets]

GEORGE HARRISON + SNOOPY + bonus

[turtletoria]

one downside to digital mediums of art is that you cant see the tear stains (they just slide down the screen)

[oceanfishye]

Sven Ivanov, you will regret ever messing with the Sun and the Moon.

For the Eclipse(s) will be the one to end you.

[yyshcul]

another one of the pieces that i included in my uni portfolio :D i took random photos from my phone & tried to re-imagine them

(made in photoshop; created in january)

[chubsonthemoon]

Another jayvik book, completed! This is the incredible motion on a circle, by @runesick. Stunning artwork by @marika-misc, who kindly granted me permission to include her art <3

As always, crafty chatting + more pics under the cut!

Whereeee do I even begin with this fic oh my gosh. The worldbuilding is PEAK. There are so many fun things that rune does with the structure that convey the strange, otherworldly, in-between space of the arcane. And the jayvik? AHHHHH. THE YEARNING! THE GRIEF!!!! It's both cosmic horror and sweeping romance at its finest. It's so, so good. I left a comment that was literally *checks notes* 2,000 words??? LMAO. Thank you rune for reading my yapping! I just had to bind your fic; it's been living rent-free in my mind for months now.

Some fun design things! There are a few sections in the second chapter that are written in the style of a screenplay, so I mirrored that in the typeset :3 For font, I went with Courier New, which is (I believe!) the standard for screenplays, and also changed up the justification for the paragraphs to be left-justified.

I really love the resulting effect--the chapter this happens in is about (spoilers aha) Jayce getting tossed into the metaphorical basement of the arcane, and because he's not technically supposed to be there, he's kind of only...partially rendered. But he's also literally aware that he's a construct, which is BONKERS and so delicious, narratively speaking. All that to say, I really wanted to convey that feeling of unreality, and I feel like the stark contrast between the two fonts really helps with that!

The title page was also super fun to design! After Viktor gets spat back out of the arcane, his face kinda splits into a thousand different after-images. I thought it would be really neat to convey that somehow, along with the general idea of motion as named in the title:

I liked the effect so much I did it for the cover text as well! This was my first time using printable canvas and gosh is it a game changer. For the cover artwork, I used Vasily Kandinsky's Several Circles and flipped it around so that that the title would fall in the black part of the big circle:

My bindery logo falling right in the middle of the orange circle was a happy accident heh, but it's one I'm quite pleased with :3 This was one of those designs that sort of fell into place the moment I found the artwork--it just felt right.

This was also my first time making paper endbands! I used the same paper for both the endbands and the endpapers and love how it brings it all together.

A million thanks again to rune for letting me bind their work, and to marie for letting me include her artwork! I had so much fun with this bind, and this is legit one of my favorite fics not just in arcane fandom, but also just in general. I'm so so happy to have it on my shelf! Here it is once more, for the road <3

[maalidoesart]

red

[yhwcomeback]

Sorry I think about that art piece where Brad's like "holy shit I fumbled the green ninja" at least once a day PLEASE yap about your ideal greenflower or something (me personally I'm obsessed with loser fail boy Brad "Immediately Down Bad" Tudabone and his pretty boy boyfriend Lloyd but that was. Obvious I think)

I'm brainrotted.

OKAY OKAY SO. My version of Greenflower is that at first, Lloyd had a childhood crush on Brad. In return Brad is just really annoyed by Lloyd, because Lloyd was very pushy and tried his best to be closer to Brad, but Brad just wasn't having it, he thought Lloyd was stupid for trusting people so easily, so he sorta didn't like him at all LOL. (Lloyd also tried to help Brad in his secret garden, only to piss Brad off after killing half of the flowers on accident) Lloyd tries confessing several times, and Brad just brushed him off and told him to go away. So a few months before Lloyd left, Lloyd just gave up, stoped talking to Brad and moved on, promising himself to never try to get that close to someone (leading him to avoid any sort of romantic interection like in the show). BUT problem isss!!! after Lloyd leaves, Brad becomes really lonely! like before he left, Lloyd was always running around behind him, and while Brad thought he was annoying they were friends, and Brad missed him.... ANYWAY THIS LEADS HIM TO YEARNING FOR A GOOD 10 YEARS LIKE A LOSER Lloyd easily moved on, like damn, he forgot about Brad entirely. Older Brad, on the other hand, can't, because while he doesn't see Lloyd nor talk to him, Lloyd is still very much there, he's the green ninja. Brad doesn't have the luxary of forgetting! everywhere he looks, commercials, the news, like FUCK even the plants he waters are Green!!! sometimes he gets theses burst of disbelief about how HARD he fumbled that bag, and Gene is just like "Gee dude move on" while Brad is pulling his hair out and grinding his teeth anyway he's a dumbass and Lloyd can't even remember his name xoxo

[lotus-pear]

free will is drawing ur two favorite characters together and making them gay

[ricky-mortis]

Yesterday was the 100th anniversary of The Great Gatsby being published, so I drew Gatsby and Nick to celebrate :)

[sofiaruelle]

Would you dance, if i asked you to dance? 😫🫣

A wip for now,,,,