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commission

for @buffaluff ✨thank you ✨

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the second illustration i had the honor of painting for @bucktommyzine2025 ! it was such a privilege to get to create all these works for this charity zine and get to share them all with you now 💖💍

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Hello! I wanted to ask if orders for the digital zine will open up again in the future 🥹 I totally missed it 😭

TWO WEEK RUN!

Purchase Link:

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"Good morning my blacksmith boy." ❤️

My first Hansry Rendering ❤️ ___________________________

PRINTS on my shop: link in bio MORE ARTWORKS and RENDERINGS on p@treon: link in my bio

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OK a Crack fic (yes, ANOTHER one) where Gihun and Inho take down the system and then force the VIPs to play the games. The plot twist? Those are all games you can't lose unless you really try. Gihun wants justice but not unnecessary deaths, he won't actually kill them. And each round the VIPs are nervous thinking this time they get the bloodbath, but no. It's just some joke again.

Gihun, through the speakers: Attention, players. The next game will be my favorite childhood game. It's called plastic-bag parachute. For this game, you will take the plastic bag and jump off the couch pretending it's a parachute. That used to be my favorite game as a child. Would keep me entertained for hours.

VIPs: s-so the couch is really tall and if we use the parachute incorrectly we die?

Gihun: what? No, it's a regular couch.

VIPs: so if we land in the wrong spot we die?

Gihun? No! Guys, it's just a regular parachute plastic bag game

VIPs: Then we don't understand, how do you lose the game?

Gihun: by refusing to play

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Ryan Guzman as Eddie Diaz - Battle of the Eddies

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old sketch 🎓

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Oliver Stark for nineteen92 magazine (click for bigger gif)

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Oliver Stark in every episode of Into the Badlands(4 / ??) 1x02 -  Chapter II: Fist Like a Bullet

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Hey, Papa Bear by @buffaluff

Welcome back to a collection of art pieces that I've had commissioned to celebrate You're the Two. This piece is the second of a four piece series that has been conceived by @buffaluff. The first three parts are a triptych of images that are designed to celebrate each pairing of the trio. Eddie/Tommy, Buck/Tommy, Buck/Eddie. The final piece is one that celebrates the three of them.

This piece, 'Hey, Papa Bear', is from the end of Chapter 22. Tommy is exhausted after doing everything in his power to keep Christopher safe during their helicopter crash and the Angeles National Forest Wildfire. Fortunately, he's not alone, and Buck (and Lucy) swoop in like guardian angels to whisk the two tired guys to safety.

I knew early on that I wanted there to be a helicopter crash. How can you have Tommy in a fic and NOT have a crash it seems. Originally, it was going to be Tommy and Eddie in the crash, and originally, there was no fire to go with it, but as I started developing the plot out to finish up the story, I needed some situations to create some different bits of tension, which eventually turned into how the story happens, with it being Tommy and Chris, and Buck having to help them since Eddie's still recovering from surgery.

Again, I'm so thankful for everyone that's read the story and left kudos and kind remarks. I could have never imagined when starting that it'd get the kind of reception it's gotten.

St. Felicia

If you wanna see the first image in the triptych, 'The Princess Hug', you can find it here.

Again, thank you @buffaluff for continuing to supply such wonderful work!

And if you'd like to see other art from You're the Two, @naditwombly did a wonderful piece for me here.

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I just want Buck, Tommy and Eddie to be a friend group again :(

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if you’re still writing for the kiss meme:

18 - “…as encouragement” for polyfire

This is kind of a coda to a polyfire fic I wrote but haven't edited and therefore haven't posted, but I started it before Eddie moved, so we're just assuming he went out and talked to Chris and brought him back to LA during the summer or something idk idk IDK.

"You can do this," Tommy says, squeezing his shoulders.

Eddie sighs. "I can do this. Can I do this?"

"Yes," Buck says, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Stop freaking out."

"I don't think you of all people--"

"Me of all people?"

"Guys," Tommy says firmly, stopping them mid-bicker. "Five minutes. You two can be grown-ups for five minutes."

Buck makes a face. "I don't know. Three, maybe."

"Two and a half," Eddie counters, and Buck nods.

Tommy looks to the ceiling for strength, and Eddie kisses the scar under his chin.

"It's easy," Eddie says, trying to shake out the nerves. "All I have to do is sit my kid down and tell him, 'Hey, buddy, you know how Buck and Tommy started dating and then didn't and now they're back together? Well, I decided to get in on that action, and now we're going to be a big, happy family.'"

It's Tommy's turn to make a face. "Are we committed to that phrasing?"

Eddie groans and digs the heels of his hands into his eyes, wishing he could go blind and have a reason to go to the emergency room instead. "No, but I don't know what to do."

"Just be honest."

"And let him ask questions," Buck adds. "It's a lot to process."

"And remember that we'll be sitting in my truck down the block in case you need backup or an escape route," Tommy finishes.

Eddie pushes air out between his lips and nods. "Yeah. Yep. I can do this."

"You can do this," Buck says, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"You can absolutely do this," Tommy agrees, bending his head to kiss him. "Go get 'em, tiger."

"God, do not say shit like that, you're my boyfriend, not my Little League coach," Eddie groans.

They leave the house, and Eddie goes to Chris' room. He's reading a book and listening to music on his phone, so Eddie had been able to sneak Buck and Tommy in and out of the house easily.

"Hey," Eddie says, crouching next to the bed. When Chris pops out his earbuds, Eddie feels his heart slam in his chest. "Can we talk?"

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You choose the ship, just give me #13 :)

Droid, for you. The kiss meme: "Discreetly." Bucktommy, 1000 words, no warnings, mentioned canonical MCD.

Buck thought it would feel weird. Putting his dress blues on again. And it did, a little. The last time he tied this tie he was brittle, sharp and fractured behind a shell of competence. Trying to get his family through one of the worst days of their lives. Now the grief is muted, in the background where it seems to live, a tide that ebbs and flows each day. The feeling hasn’t shrunk, but Buck has grown around it, therapy and love shoring up an eroded breakwater. 

It’s been three months since Bobby’s funeral. 

He tugs on the hem of his jacket, straightening the lines of buttons. He’s found an out-of-the-way corner of the ceremony hall, trying not to draw attention to himself, but still keeping an eye on the rest of his team. Eddie is leaning against the bar, chatting with Lucy and Lena. He’s smiling, ducking his head and laughing while Lena socks him gently on the shoulder. It’s good to see him in uniform again. 

Chim is standing in one of the aisles catching up with a few of the paramedics from B shift. The hollow look in his eyes is finally starting to fade after the lack of sleep and literal running from his feelings made his already lean figure even more trim. But the last month has been better. Like Buck’s grief, Chimney’s guilt hasn’t shrunk, but he has learned to live with it. Maddie, Jee, and little Robbie have helped. 

It looks like Ravi’s gotten trapped coming back from the washroom by a few probies that Buck doesn’t recognize. He’s got a slightly panicked look on his face, so Buck should probably rescue him. And he will, soon. Definitely.

Hen is talking with Chief Simpson near the stage, her shiny new captain’s badge sparkling in the overhead lights. Karen is at her side, one hand tucked into the crook of her elbow. Denny and Mara are nearby, looking at something on Denny’s phone and laughing. They look happy, a family unit celebrating a deserved win. 

It’s such a relief to see that silver shield pinned to Hen’s chest. After Bobby, everything was unmoored. Weeks of uncertainty, Gerrard’s unwelcome presence, and of course, the Pacific Plate trying to shake them all into the ocean again. Buck knows better than to pin his hopes on something like this, but celebrating Hen’s promotion feels like it might be the first step towards a new normal. 

Buck checks his watch. Even though the ceremony is over, the hall is still packed. Considering the year the LAFD has had, it's not a surprise people are taking the excuse to chat. He pulls out his phone, bringing up his text thread with Athena, and sending off a quick message to let her know everyone is still talking, and they’re going to be late for the dinner she’s hosting in Hen’s honour.

Looking down at his phone, he doesn’t notice his visitor until warmth presses up against his arm and a low voice speaks in his ear.

“What’s a handsome guy like you doing over here, all by yourself?”

Buck can’t keep the smile off his face, but he doesn’t look up, sending a thumbs up to Athena’s unimpressed response. “Waiting for my boyfriend, and he knows muay thai, so you had better move along.”

Tommy laughs, a throaty chuckle that makes their shoulders bump together. “Well I don’t see him around anywhere, so I think I’ll take my chances.” A hand slides down to his elbow, slowly spinning Buck away from his view of the room. He pockets his phone and looks up.

Tommy’s head is tilted, scanning over Buck's face, cataloging whatever expression is there. He was pretty good at noticing when Buck was hurting or overwhelmed when they first dated, but the last two months of their second (third? Does the hook-up count?) try have turned him into an expert. He’s been a bulwark, a wall between Buck and the normal world. While Buck focused on keeping the 118 going, trying to be what each member of his team needed at all times, Tommy focused on keeping Buck afloat. 

Some days it felt like Tommy’s steady support was the only thing getting Buck out of bed in the morning. And on the nights when neither of them could sleep, they talked. About their histories, and their families. Why it cost Tommy so much to come back; why it hurt Buck so much for him to leave. 

Buck’s not sure what his face is doing at the moment, but Tommy straightens up, seemingly satisfied. He looks out over the crowd, tracking Eddie, Chim, Ravi, and Hen. “Do we need to get them moving soon?”

We.

Buck just looks at him. He’s clean shaven, cap tucked under an arm, broad shoulders filling out the seams of his dress uniform so nicely. His hair is carefully styled, curls brushed back into that thick wave Buck loves to mess up. The perfect cupid’s bow of his lips is begging for a kiss. They’re surrounded by their coworkers and hundreds of other LAFD members, but Buck chose this spot well. Tommy’s half in shadow, a wall against his back and a support pillar to his left.

Buck leans in, lightning-quick, pressing a barely-there kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

Instinctively, Tommy turns towards him, tightening the grip he has on Buck’s arm. His eyes glitter in the low light. He licks his lips, and hums. “What was that for?”

“I-I’m just happy you’re standing here with me. That’s all.”

Tommy’s hand drops down, tangling their fingers together in the shadows between their bodies. “I’m happy I’m here too, Evan.” He squeezes once before letting go. “Come on, Ravi looks like he’s about to do something desperate. I saw him eyeing the emergency exit a minute ago and I don’t feel like explaining another 118 misdemeanor to Chief Simpson just because I was nearby. I’ve already filled my quota for the year.”

Buck snorts a laugh. “I think it’s officially Hen’s job to explain those now.”

“Thank God for that.”

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the sun will rise

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Oliver Stark as Evan “Buck” Buckley 9-1-1, S08E16 - The Final Alarm

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Can I say? I actually love that Buck and Tommy didn't interact at all this episode. I like that Tommy was there for Bobby - not Buck. Bobby was his captain, the first man of authority in his life to lead with compassion and show him how he can better himself. He wasn't with Bobby as long as the rest of the 118, but Bobby made a huge impact on his life. Tommy is mourning too. He has his own grief to live with, aside from watching the man he loves lose someone so important. Great choice by the writers, honestly.