#bryo

[admeliorart]

Not sure I ever posted this- but in June, I wrote and self-published a novel. It had a filler cover until I got around to drawing something proper. But here it is, finally!

[seawing-vibes]

Hii new Oc’s Dropped <3

Truthteller [she/they] design by @cinnamon-flame || Bryo [she/her] design by @daily-wof-designs || Carrion [he/him] design by @avianreptiles

They have lore im still developing , I’ll probably add it onto this post later today with lore info

[mermaidpiratevampire]

Dump of memes I made about Wild Rose and Larkspur and want to save ❤️

Bonus specifically about Avery🥰:

[jordifaedia]

summer bonding (it's not working)

[chenanigans-draws]

I wanted to draw these 2 for a while! No one said you can't have fun delivering mail!

[merakiarchives]

Watching it Sprout

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A/N: Part 2 of: Finding your Roots, also creds to the original artist for the Bryon drawing: here!. & creds to the original artist for the Lorsan drawing: here!

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Characters: Bryon x GN! Reader x Lorsan

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Genre: Fluff, Fic

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Warnings: Two uses of (Y/N), Bryon & Lorsan refer to you as 'little tulip'/'tulip'

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You sigh, walking out of the forgery with a yawn and a small stretch. The golden hue of the setting sun resting across your features. A movement by a nearby stand catches your eye. Adjusting your bag on your shoulder, you carefully head out and walk towards the movement.

Sighing slightly you notice it was Lorsan, the as you now put him, annoying wilder. He quickly walked towards you, his cape following slowly behind him. "Hi... I know I came off a little strong this morning. So, let me please rephrase everything." He chuckles, rubbing his neck embarrassed.

"Okay.. Hello, My name is Lorsan. I am a wilder from the Dark Forest. And I'm really sorry that I assumed you were another Wilder." He apologizes.

"Ah.. no you're fine. Please don't worry about it. My name is (Y/N) " You chuckle, "You mentioned something about the Dark Forest.. correct? You seemed surprised that I've never been there..?" Raising an eyebrow, you begin to walk towards a nearby cafe.

He nods, quickly following behind you. "Yeah.. most Wilders.. or uhm. elves.. come from the Dark Forest. Some move of course, maybe travel sometimes. But not many have never been there ever." He explains, his ears twitching slightly when he notices you're confused.

"Very well then.. I'm going to go get something to eat for my dinner. If you're interested. I'd like if you could tell me more about the Dark Forest." You shrug, opening the door to the cafe and offering him to go inside.

"Thank you. I feel like you should at least experience what it's like to be in the Dark Forest. Especially because I, feel like you should have been at least there once." He sighs, walking inside and looking up at the menu

Quickly ordering the food, you both sit down and a booth and continue your conversation about the Dark Forest. Eventually Lorsan had somehow convinced you to come with him and travel back to the forest.

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The next morning, you quickly get ready for the day of adventuring you'd be going against. Lorsan had hurried you almost immediately out of the door when you woke up. Only being met with a groan and one-too-many complaints from you.

Muttering curses at the Wilder as you carefully walked down the busy streets of Holistone, a few pieces of bread and some meat as your breakfast. Lorsan, sighed as you continued to stumble behind him. Quickly stopping at the forgery to let Bowa know that you might not be there for a bit, before continuing to the Dark Forest.

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As you both made it to the Dark Forest by sundown, you had almost passed out not once, but three times on your journey. Lorsan every so slightly ignoring your pleas to stop had him carrying you for a few miles or so. Not to mention the occasional gruglin or five.

A tall, blonde wilder met you both at the 'Horizon Village' as Lorsan called it. Lorsan quickly went to go talk with the stranger as you were left quickly trying to catch up from behind the two.

"Oh! That, and I've brought a Holistone citizen back to the forest with me. They seems to be a wilder but.. they claim they have never been to the forest." He explains, stopping and turning around. Causing the other to do the same.

"So I've heard. Elona has been quite handy with making sure you're okay. That, and I don't need more of Erionn and Lyca's constant pestering about watching 'their little brother' for them." He chuckles. Turning to you and offering a smile. "Hello, My name is Bryon. A wind-whisperer, as you may assume. Lorsan's fellow Wilder."

"Hi, My name is (Y/n) Wonderful to meet you." You smile, your attention snapping to one of the guard's broken swords. "Here.. I can fix that." You mutter walking towards the guard and taking his sword with care.

Without a second to spare, you quickly made your way to the forge in the Village working on the sword and occasionally getting the side-glance from the Wilder's forge-smith.

After you were done, a crowd of a few wilders had gathered. Watching you with curiosity and envy, smiles and a few applause as you returned the sword to the guard with a nod.

"They’re quite strange.. Lorsan, I'm quite sure we should consult with Arden for any possible lineage. They holds the personality and looks of a wilder. Just.. how have they not been to the forest?" Bryon hums, carefully whispering to the bunny-eared wilder.

"Yeah.. good idea. Maybe keep an eye on the little tulip?" Lorsan shrugs, catching your eyes and smiling with a thumbs up, "Oh? Catching feelings Lorsan?" Bryon chuckles.

"Not like you haven't- you barely talk to people in the first place!" Lorsan retorts, punching Bryon in the shoulder. "Just saying.. the little tulip is quite cute though." Bryon shrugs.

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[riseseason3fanproject]

Mutant Mayhem art showcase!

Hello fellow mutants! Some of our wonderful members have made some fanart of Mutant Mayhem!

Tumblr: @bronchitis-toe

Instagram: leo4life

Tumblr: @leo4life

Tumblr: @rise-of-the-space-ace

Instagram: pandoras_phone_box

Instagram: jo_orsat_art

Tumblr: @heuffopla

Instagram: Notyeremy

Tumblr: @notyeremy

Music: Make Our Moments by Bryo is licensed under a Creative Commons License. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/... Support by RFM - NCM: https://rb.gy/gcuqt

[bobbile-blog]

Fuck hang on I realized something

Bryo E0 and event

Then, later, after E2ing him:

Do you get the. Am I making sense with my. God I just wanted to make fun of him for being a slut but the game loves beating me over the head wirh touching character moments

[grumpyfenris]

Some spare bryos and a lichens 4 u, ma'am

Nerd talk:

Left photo has numerous spp. of bryophytes (Porella sp., Frullania sp., Orthotrichum sp., Syntrichia sp.) as well as some foliose lichens (which I can't name bc I suck at lichens!)

Right photo is a sick graphidaceae lichen (graph = write in latin, the lichens are named such bc the black apothecia/fruiting bodies look like writing!)

[ravenbirde]

artfight 2023 attacks for some friends!! ^_^ i wish i could’ve done more than a few revenges but it’s been a busy month (click 4 higher quality!)

bryo: @lazybard

des: @dungeonsanddragonsfifthedition

fish: @seafleece

dixie: @sharkkprince

[rawro]

rank 411 in easy clues and bryo that's wild

[admeliorart]

Officially have enough OCs in my fantasy world to make a tarot deck (major arcana anyway) so I am working on that. Here are the first two- JUSTICE and THE LOVERS

[aylinaliens]

[FIC] home is wherever i'm with you

fandom: extraordinary attorney woo

pairing: youngwoo/junho

tags: domestic fluff, future fix,moving in together, married life, mild hurt/comfort, the choke hold these two have on me is wild, literal just 6k words of junho being gone for youngwoo and youngwoo being gone for him too, implied sexual content

summary: “Mr. Lee Butthole,” Youngwoo replied immediately, a look of amusement dancing across her features. “Woo, Woo, woo-woo-woo, Woodpeckers Booger and Mr. Lee Butthole.”

Junho affectionately leaned over to squeeze her waist with both his hands. He kept his hands there, holding her in their own little definition of an embrace, “We make quite the pair, don’t we?” Physical touch was still something the two were working at finding a balance but he realized early on that she was more than okay when his fingers brushed against her waist. It was all about finding that perfect balance.

“We do,” Youngwoo leaned into his touch. “Quite the pair, Woo Youngwoo and Lee Junho.”

aka nearly 6k words of domestic fluff for our favorite whale couple

preview: It was Youngwoo, once again, who closed the distance and initiated that first kiss. And so that night they practiced, over and over again until they collapsed in an exhausted heap in bed together. Junho on the left side. Youngwoo on the right. Her foot touching his own underneath the covers—yet another new definition of casual intimacy that they developed over the years.

note: requested by @akuyuukai & @bryo-phyte (prompt: junho/youngwoo moving in together + future fic)

Read my fic here on ao3!

[queersrus]

Moss theme

for @melodymogai <2

(nick)names:

moss, mozz, mossy, mossey, mossie, mosse, mossette, mossetto, mossetta, mossel, mossell, mosselle, mossella, mossello, mosser, mossi, mossin, mossine, mossinee, mossina, mosses, march, marchantia, marsh, mire peat, pincushion, poly, polytri, polytrichum, polytrichales, plume, pygmy, peacock java true, taxi, taxiphy, taxiphyllum, thyme, tamarisk, turf, tooth, tree, top funaria, forklet, feather, fern, fringe commune, cord, cap, common, carpet, cape barbieri, bank, bry, bryo, bryophy, bryophyta, blow, blown, bloom, broom, bog sphagnales, schistostega, schreberi, silky, swan, spring, springy, schimp, sheet, screw, spore, swamp glitter, granite, goblin, gold wood(s), water, wind apple horn, hornwort lumi, lumin, lumine, lumino, luminous, lumines, luminesc, luminesce, luminescent, liver, liverwort rose, riccia, rainbow urn damp, dragon, di, dicra, dicran, dicrani, dicranid, dicranidae, daw, dawsonia

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

mo/moss/mossy/mosses/mosself bry/bryo/bryophytas/bryophytaself di/dicra/dicranidaes/dicranidaeself spha/sphagna/sphagnales/sphagnaleself schi/schisto/schistostegas/schistostegaself da/dam/damp/damps/dampself mi/moi/moist/moists/moistself bo/bog/bogs/bogself swa/swam/swamp/swamps/swampself mi/mir/mire/mires/mireself

2nd p prns: you/your/yourself

mo/moss/mosself bryo/bryophy/bryophytaself dicra/dicrani/dicranidaes sphagn/sphagna/sphagnaleself schisto/schistoste/schistostegaself dam/damp/dampself moi/moist/moistelf bo/bog/bogself swam/swamp/swampself mi/mire/mireself

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

mo/moss/mosses/mosself mo/oss, moss/mosses, mo/mossy, moss/mossy bry/bryophy/bryophytas/bryophytaself bryo/phyta, bryophyta/bryophytas di/dicra/dicranidaes/dicranidaeself dicra/nidae, dicranidae/dicranidaes sphagna/sphagnale/sphagnales/sphagnaleself sphag/nale, sphagnale/sphagnales schi/schisto/schistostegas/schistostegaself schisto/stega, schistostega/schitostegas dam/damp/damps/dampself da/amp, damp/damps moi/moist/moists/moistself mo/ist, moist/moists bo/bog/bogs/bogself bo/og, bog/bogs swam/swamp/swamps/swampself swa/amp, swamp/swamps mi/mire/mires/mireself mi/ire, mire/mires

titles:

the moss, the mossy one, the living moss, the creeping moss, the growing moss, the glowing moss, the damp moss, the dark moss, the consuming moss, the moss consumer, the moss eater, the protector of moss, the moss (king/queen/royal), the (king/queen/monarch) of moss, the (lord/lady/laird) of moss, the moss (lord/lady/laird)

(prn) who is one with moss, (prn) who lives with moss, (prn) who is made of moss, (prn) who rules the moss, (prn) who protects the moss, (prn) who eats moss, (prn) who lives among the moss

moss protector, moss ruler, moss eater, moss grower, moss healer

[jordifaedia]

bryophyta being a family-oriented man who cares a lot about his siblings.. his birthday being the date he found his family.. oh tequila mpreg is in the making...

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

Omg I MUST hear about "Portrait of an unknown woman in repose, nude (Bryo-Chrome Photo Company, Free Economic Zone of New Vegas, 2282, gelatin silver print, 2” x 3”)"

"failed" yeehawgust prompt for "lucky strike", failed in the sense it was very much not posted august 2022 (or at all). the whole schtick for this series was going to be museum catalog style names, like the completed piece Columbia-AtomiCo Glass Works Division (a Fully Owned Subsidiary of H&H Tools Co.) Dealers Catalog, 2077 which is a riff off the pyrex dealers catalog on my bookshelf

the original idea was "someone sitting at someone else's feet, accepting occasional drags off a cigarette, while they listen to a sleipnir race taking place somewhere in the NCR" but i decided i didn't want to write a horse race, so it grew into "sexiest and most atmospheric act to do while smoking a cigarette? people developing photographs and sharing the same cigarette", and THEN my sister sent me a bunch of tiktoks about boudoir photography photos, and THEN i remembered a museum exhibit of civil war photograph that was half doctors going YOOO LOOK HOW NICE I DID THIS AMPUTATION and half like. proof-of-life battle scar portraits sent home to families? and we were off to the races. this photographer wants to do portraits of the courier So Fucking Bad.

anyway you know my eternal quest to give every woman in new vegas more of a backstory! just outside the city there's a brothel with a couple different sex workers, one of whomst is Sweetie. the photographer Minerva Eastman is ex-Legion but I haven't figured out a good way to work that in there yet

She let one knee fall open on the back of the chaise. Ah, that got her attention. Minnie had helped her oil up her inner thighs just so for the nude shots this morning without a flicker of emotion but an inviting crook got her now. Might be just as flustered as Sweetie was. 

About two hours into the shoot, she’d stopped doing things carefully crafted for widest possible appeal, and started doing things carefully crafted for Minnie. Two hours and fifteen minutes in, Minnie had stopped correcting her and started furiously chain-smoking.  (TK better distinction that they’re the same poses just with tiny changes to appeal specifically to Minnie).

“Come stand in front of the fridge, you’re all sweaty again.” Minnie threw the switch for the fans that were supposed to suck all the hot air up and out but mostly replaced it with different hot air from outside. 

Sweetie got up in the sort of sinuous, show-offy motion that was vital if you wanted to get peppered in caps on the stage at Gomorrah. Or tease your photographer.