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Silver & Iron: Part Four Pages 18/33

Sorrel glances at Heliotrope, but she is pointedly focusing on sorting her books. He pauses a moment before propping the corkboard against the wall nearest to her. Sorrel: "Okay. Rubbish can go here, then." Heliotrope shoots it a dirty look but says nothing." Sorrel: "It's Mr. Biggle's problem now. I'm going to start taking things down from the walls. Pick over it when you're ready, yeah?" While he was talking, Heliotrope took another baleful look at the corkboard, then grabbed one of the papers - the reader does not see which - and stuffed it into her pocket. H: "Okay. Um, so," she says to cover up the sound, "if Dahlia gets her money from stocks, what's your job?" S: "I told you, going on lookout. Though Lake steals my thunder most of these days." H: "But did you have a regular job before you were a vampire?" Sorrel rolls up a poster. "Aye, I was a longshoreman - I worked on the docks. I grew up in a fishing town on the west coat - Scotland, mind, not here- so it's just what we did. And there was plenty of the same work when I came over. I'd help on the fishing boats, too, when they needed it, but I got awful seasick so they never asked me back. And I earned a little extra cash as a boxer when I first arrived." Heliotrope: "Boxing??"

Sorrel turns around at Heliotrope's outburst. The two stare at each other for a moment. Then she takes a second to glance Sorrel's scrawny body up and down. Sorrel, grinning: "You're a wee rude gobshite, y'know that??" Heliotrope covers her face with her hand and turns away but is smiling as well. "Sorry! It caught me by surprise!" Sorrel flexes his nonexistent muscles. "I'm telling you, I was a strapping young lad before I got sick! You'd hardly recognise me!" H: "Okay! I believe you!!" Sorrel smirks. "You're one to talk! Who's gonna hire you, lookin' like a wain the rest of your life? The Lollipop Guild?" Heliotrope looks down at her own hands in surprise. "Oh… that's true… I guess I'll never grow up,huh… I hadn't thought about that…" Sorrel claps his hand over his mouth in shock. (Thinking) "Too soon! Fuck's sake…" But Heliotrope just thinks about it for another second before grinning at him. "That's okay! If I ever wanna look older, I can just glamour like you, right? I get to be a grown-up whenever I want! That's kind of cool!" Sorrel lowers his hand, regarding her with surprise. Heliotrope turns back to her books. "And besides, I won't have a boss when I'm a famous author." Sorrel: "Oh, so you wanted to be a shut-in reclusive weirdo even before you were a vampire?" H: "Exactly!" Sorrel gets tape off his thumb. "Well, if you ever need someone to proofread your books, Bonny, I've had a few years' experience." He turns to the side, revealing that the spot in front of the bookshelf is no longer occupied by Heliotrope.

Heliotrope pops up silently by Sorrel's side. "Stop calling me Bonny. I mean it." Sorrel about jumps out of his skin. "Oh Jesus-" He recovers and rolls his eyes. "Alright… how about Lassie?" Heliotrope, frowning: "I'm not a dog. How about you call me Heliotrope?" Sorrel places a hand to his temple dramatically. "I just- I can't do it!" H: "Why not!" S: "'Cause it's not a real name! You sound like I could put a penny in your ear and watch a short film!" H, pointing, annoyed: "Says the guy named after spinach! I looked it up." S (incensed): "Sorrel's not-" (Calmer) "It's a beautiful plant. You can't even make a good nickname out of Heliotrope." Heliotrope closes her eyes pointedly, spelling out her syllables with her finger. "That's not true at all! My parents and friends call me Leelie. Hee [emphasis] Lee oh trope." Sorrel, smiling: "Oh! Leelie! Now see, that's adorable-" Heliotrope, who had been wandering off whirls around to point her finger in Sorrel's face again, cutting him off. Heliotrope, with a smirk: "I said my friends."

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Landeg @landeg.world · 06/10/2026

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Shots of Heliotrope's bedroom; fairy lights strung around the ceiling, posters and photo prints of fairies and pop girl groups. A giant unicorn stuffed toy atop an armoire. A fantasy winged dragon clutching a gemstone orb by a jewellery box and a toy karaoke machine. Her bed, painted with flowers and butterflies, a plastic gold medal hanging from her lamp, a squishy cat toy, and a book tucked under her pillow with a small hand-held flashlight nearby. A giant wolf plush on the bedding. In the dark, Sorrel takes all of this in from the doorframe while Heliotrope rushes to her hutch/desk. "My tablet! Still here, thank goodness! Ooh, fully charged, nice. Hmm… I can already tell we didn't bring enough bags for all my clothes…" As she speaks Sorrel brushes his fingers over some tape on the doorframe marking different heights; 11, 12, 12 and a half. H: "All the important books are on this shelf. Will they be too heavy to carry?" Sorrel dumps the duffel bag on the ground. "Not for us." Heliotrope is already over by some built-in shelves, putting books into one of her suitcases. "Okay, good. But I don't know how they're all going to fit…" Sorrel has his phone out taking photos. S: "Just focus on the things you can't replace. Anything else, take a picture of it and we'll buy you a new one." H: "Woah? Really?? Are we like… rich?"

Sorrel smiles in disbelief at a stuffed toy of a weird-looking pug dog. "Distastefully. Even without Dahlia whipping the stock market, the Duke & Duchess make enough off interest for all of us. We're running outta rubbish to spend it on, so go nuts." Heliotrope imagines herself in a little tophat swimming in a vault of money, then pauses in the middle of counting on her fingers. "Who are the Duke and Duchess?" S: "Oh, you've not run into them yet? They own the house we stay in. They do their own thing, mostly. You'll meet them soon enough." He points to the pug toy. "You want this?" Heliotrope turns away with a scoff. "That's a baby toy. No, I don't want it." Sorrel turns the pug back to stare into its beady plastic eyes. Heliotrope, deflecting: "But if you want it…" Sorrel tucks it into his tote bag. H (quietly): "Maybe I could get an American Girl doll… a real one…" Something tucked behind Heliotrope's dresser catches Sorrel's attention. "Well look at this! You've gotta take this, pet. I'll carry it." Heliotrope glances up only to scowl and turn away, pouting. "No, that's trash." Sorrel is holding a large corkboard covered in drawings, doodles, and writing, all under the hand-written banner "A Realm of Dust & Blood". Some of the drawings feature Princess Hemera and another unidentified Prince-like character. Sorrel: "Trash? Are you joking? Let's at least take the papers off and you can make a nicer display for 'em at-" Heliotrope: "I said no."

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Landeg @landeg.world · 29/09/2026

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Heliotrope and Sorrel stand on the threshold of her old house looking into a small but quaint hallway. An ornate light fixture hangs from the ceiling, coats and shoes line the nearest wall, mail is collecting on the floor by the mail slot, and a wilted flower drops its petals from a vase on a chest of drawers. It's dark out, but even darker inside, so the two vampires cast a long shadow, backlit save for their piercing red eyes. They pause there a moment, their faces in shadows. Sorrel, gravely: "May I come in?" Heliotrope, emotionless: "Yeah." As Sorrel speaks, different panels show rooms that can be seen through archways in the hall. "It's best not to turn the lights on. Your neighbours might get suspicious. You shouldn't have much trouble seeing." More dead house plants in a small carpeted living room. A coffee table by an old fireplace has a half-finished jigsaw puzzle with three distinct piles of pieces and more games underneath. A dining room has a hutch, bookshelf, and still cuckoo clock. On the table is a school backpack, its contents spilling out, a water bottle stood next to it. Sorrel: "Was there a room you wanted to start with?" A sofa shaped for one of the house's small bay windows, its blinds not drawn, open books scattered on its cushions. "Or we could just put a bag in each one and see what strikes you."

Sorrel puts a hand on Heliotrope's shoulder. "Poppet?" Heliotrope jumps and turns to him; she says nothing, but the curve of her brow and her wide eyes communicate that she may feel overwhelmed by the reality of her situation. Sorrel pauses before he continues, his face passive, non-judgemental. "We have all night. Or we could come back another time, if you'd like." Heliotrope turns to face forward again and frowns. "My bedroom was upstairs," she says, taking the suitcases up an L-shaped staircase at the end of the short hall. "Lead the way," Sorrel says, adjusting his own bags. Heliotrope is not reflected in the hall mirror.

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Landeg @landeg.world · 22/09/2026

Silver & Iron: Part Four Pages 11/33

Sorrel and Heliotrope leap effortlessly across the rooftops, lit by moonlight and street lamps, Heliotrope following Sorrel's path over chimneys and fixtures. Heliotrope: "This is so fun! It's like having trampolines for feet!" Sorrel: "Aye, but keep your voice down. You've stuck enough rings on me I'm jingling like a reindeer as it is. And mind to land only where I'm landing. You don't wanna fall through someone's ceiling, 'specially when you've not been invited." H: "We have to be invited in? That's real?" S: "Truly. That's why it's a lot safer to cut around as a bat or owl or something. Now that you've got the hang of glamouring, you should learn proper shape-shifting next." H: "Please! Lake said you can turn into a bunch of stuff." S: "He's right, I'm brilliant." H, excited: "Oh! Oh! You should teach me how to turn into mist like you! That must be really handy!" Next panel focuses on the back of Sorrel's head, hair billowing as he jumps. "That's not something you want, pet. Let's worry about bats for now." Heliotrope stares at him a moment then looks away. "Okay." (Perking up) "Um, I've been wondering this for a while,but- what are your pronouns?" She points at him and he turns, startled. S: "My what?" H: "Like, he/they? She/her? Ze/zir, faeself, bun/bunself-" S: "I know what they are… he… he? He/he? I'm just a man, love. Nothing fancy." H: "That's what I thought but I didn't want to assume! You had skirts and dresses in your wardrobe."

Sorrel: "Well fashion's about the only thing worth sticking around for, and men's clothes get fucken old real quick. Still- can't fault you for asking. But for the record, it wasn't my choice to die looking like an emaciated fop." Heliotrope, deep in thought: "Is that a slur?" S: "I used to have to glamour as a woman all the time, actually- that's how I know it's not for me, hah." H, smiling: "You did? Cool! Why?" S, looking forward, expression pensive: "Because either I went out with my husband as some woman, or I went out as myself, with my good pal Roderick. Wears on you." H: "Wait - you were married? Aww!" S: "Well, not legally. Roderick passed away just before the 90s hit. Which is a real shame, 'cause he would've loved Imogen Heap." Heliotrope looks saddened. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot how old you really are…" (Panicking) "Um-! I didn't mean that in a bad way-" Sorrel, smiling: "Don't be daft! I am old! And proud of it. Sometimes, I'll even glamour m'self to look more like my real age." As he speaks he passes his hand over his face to reveal an older, wrinklier appearance with pure white hair. H (smirking): "Aren't you still like, fifty years off…?" Sorrel drops the glamour and his smile. "Wow. First of all, (hand on his chest) Gagged me. Second-" He grabs Heliotrope around the shoulders and steers her aside.

Heliotrope and Sorrel overlook a modest two-storey family home built into an incline. Sorrel: "That's the one, yeah?" Heliotrope grins and jumps down. "Yeah! Doesn't look like Mr. Biggle has thrown anything out yet… C'mon!" Sorrel smiles at her. "Keep your voice down, pet." They approach the darkened front door under a small porch. Sorrel starts to take off the bags he's wearing, saying "I'll mist under the door and open it from the inside." Heliotrope: "No need! Three, four, five from the left…" She holds a potted plant that seems to have died in the cold. In the draining dish underneath there is revealed a spare key. "Still there! My dad forgets his keys all the time." She goes to use the key in the front doorknob, but pauses. "Forgot," she corrects herself. The panel does not show her eyes but does show Sorrel glancing at her.

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Landeg @landeg.world · 15/09/2026

Silver & Iron: Part Four Pages 8/33

Full-page shot of an open double front door, looking out from inside. A covered Victorian porch leads down to a brick path surrounded by rose bushes, then a tall brick fence - its sliding gate retracted - and the street. Beyond the light spilling from the foyer, everything is dark and still. Speech bubbles fill the page with no visible speakers. "Ready?" "Yep! Except I changed my mind about your boa. It's too much." "Oh, aye? If you think so. I still need all these necklaces, though?" "Yeah." "And both belts?" "Yep. It ties the theme together." "Alright, you're the boss." Some space between bubbles. "You know, we don't have to go if you don't want to." (Quickly) "You said once I could hold a glamour for two minutes-!!" "I'm not going back on it! Calm down. I'm just saying."

Sorrel Ballantyne and Heliotrope Jones stand on the threshold of the vampires' house, looking out at the dark. Sorrel is leaning on the doorframe dressed in black - a dress shirt tucked into skinny jeans with Chelsea boots, layered necklaces, and stacked rings. He has a duffel bag on one shoulder and a large tote on the other. Heliotrope is standing next to him wearing culottes and a large poncho, with her hair tied in two bushy pigtails, holding a vintage suitcase in each hand. Sorrel: "This'll be your first step into the world as the new you. Don't rush it if you're not ready." Heliotrope, puffing up, determined: "I was dead ready! Let's go get my stuff!"

Panels of just their feet show Heliotrope jumping down the porch steps while Sorrel treads behind. Heliotrope: "Ooh! Are you gonna fly me there?" Sorrel: "Sorry, love. What I do is more like- floating. Couldn't carry more than could fit in my pocket." Heliotrope: "Aw, that's not nearly as cool." Sorrel: "I won't argue with you there." Their feet move on to a sidewalk in a suburban area. Their dialogue implies that they are in the middle of a conversation. Heliotrope: "… But honestly I don't think either of them were that nice to her. She should've married Alice, she was the coolest one. Oh! Are there any other vampires in Seattle?" Sorrel: "Oh, loads. Not all of 'em are nice but. I'll introduce you to some of the cool ones if y'want." H: "Yes please!" S: "Alright, but don't hold your breath, we tend to lose track of time. (Aside) Y'know I thought the dad was good looking-" The scene transitions to them walking past a narrow dark alley between two homes. S: "But how does Hemera get back to the fairy realm?" H: "Because of her mom's fairy blood! She learns she can open the portal whenever she wants." S: "Well she's a clever girl." The dialogue shifts back into focus. "Alright, I think this place will do, nice an' discreet. Anyone coming, Bonny?" H: "Nope!" S: "Brilliant. Right - you're stronger now, y'know that. But you're not gonna be crushing anyone's hand instead of shaking it, like. You just gotta learn to surpass limits that aren't there any more." His rising hand illustrates this change. "So what you do is bend your knees-" He and Heliotrope squat in the alleyway- "And think of the biggest jump y'ever did in your life, then times it by three. Alright?" H: "Alright!" S: "On three- one, two-"

The two vampires leap so high vertically that they clear all the rooftops in the surrounding suburb, though Heliotrope has easily jumped twice as high as Sorrel, a tiny stick figure against the night's sky. She boggles down at the rooftops below her, bursting into laughter. Sorrel calls up to her, bemused: "That was more than three times!" Heliotrope: "Wow! Wow!! Whee!" An empty panel shows only speech bubbles: "Wait- how do I land!?" Sorrel: "Bend your knees! Let's try again-" [THUMP]

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Landeg @landeg.world · 08/09/2026

Silver & Iron: Part Four Pages 4/33

"Silver & Iron: Part Four, by Landeg." A candle sits on a tray of surgical instruments casting a green light. Clemence Lovell, wearing a lab coat over his clothes, looms over the dead body of a woman lying on an autopsy slab. The woman is white, freckled, has curly hair and round cheeks; mostly covered by a sheet, but with a hint of autopsy scars. On her chest lies a charm bracelet that includes a butterfly charm. Clemence looks indifferent. In one hand he has a clipboard, with the other he holds a wand-like object out over the woman's body. Inter-cut panels show a simple voice memo recorder and a small cauldron bubbling over a Bunsen burner. The cauldron is loosing green fumes that fill the space. Clemence: "I seek the audience of Mrs. Claire Jones, wife of Frederick Jones, mother of Heliotrope Jones, tethered to this world by blood and gold. I offer the favours of our moon and our soil. I beg only answers. A truth for a truth, so split the tongue from my lips."

Clemence snaps the "wand" - a twig, grown around two gemstones at one end - and says, "if this pleases you, guide Mrs. Jones to my light. The favour is spent." The moment he snaps it is the moment the woman's body gasps and opens its eyes, but otherwise stays still. Clemence consults his clipboard, unfazed. "Are you able to speak?" Mrs. Jones, eyes wide and unseeing, in an unnatural text: "Yes. Where am I?" Clemence: "In a morgue in the basement of our house. Did you see what happened to your daughter on the night you died?" He discards the broken twig. Mrs. Jones: "A creature… dragged her away… is Fred hurt?" Clemence: "He's dead. Did you see what happened to her after that?" Mrs. Jones: "We followed… the creature… startled… threw her aside… and came for us… is Heliotrope dead?"

Clemence: "We don't know. Did you see her move at all before you died?" Mrs. Jones: "No. Where is my daughter?" Clemence: "We don't know. Did anything or anyone take her?" Mrs. Jones: "Where is my daughter?" Clemence: "We don't know. Mrs. Jones, did you see anyone- or anything- take her before you died?" Mrs. Jones, starting to interrupt him: "Where is my daughter?" Clemence: "Mrs. Jo-" "Where is my daughter?" She repeats "where is my daughter" over and over as Clemence sighs, tossing the clipboard aside. Clemence: "Can't they at least throw in a fucking adjudicator?" He leans over the candle. "Thank you for the audience. Our party withdraws." As he blows the candle out Mrs. Jones falls silent. In the darkness it becomes apparent she is but a corpse. Maddoc Lovell unceremoniously flicks on the harsh overhead lights, illuminating himself, as he eats an apple, and Clemence, who looks annoyed. They are in a sterile laboratory environment. Taped to the wall is a child's drawing of a figure who resembles Clemence, smiling and holding a bloody saw, next to a child figure in a black dress and trench coat holding a scalpel and fairy wand. Maddoc, blithely: "That shit gives me the willies every time." Clemence: "I told you not to stay. Just like I told you this wouldn't achieve anything. You think favours are cheap or something?" Maddoc: "Ehh, you haven't burned one in a while. I'm seeing Don soon anyway, chill." Clemence: "It's not your moonlight that's being wasted!" Maddoc: "Not like you're doin' anything else with it!" (Aside) "Stingy."

Both men pass through a sliding door. Maddoc keeps eating his apple. Clemence: "Face it, the only ones who know what happened that night are our dead werewolf, a little girl who's probably rotting in some storm catchment in Tacoma, and Ashley." Maddoc swallows his bite and fiddles his tongue piercing between his teeth. "It just doesn't make any sense." Clemence, annoyed, pulling out his computer chair to sit down: "It makes perfect sense, you'd just rather pester the dead than ask Ashley a question you don't want answered. (And don't play with your nasty piercing in my lab.) He's hiding something. Mystery solved." Maddoc thinks, then gets an idea. "No, we're looking at it all wrong." Clemence shoots him an unimpressed look as Maddoc continues: "This whole time we've been assuming she's gotta be dead, because of the infection, but what if she never got bit?" Clemence pauses at that. Maddoc: "It's getting cold out. Stray goes in for a nibble - gets nothing but puffer jacket. Tosses her aside, but a kid her age can bounce back from that easy." Clemence leans back, annoyed, as Maddoc leers forward. "And now you're a scared, hurt little girl in downtown Seattle, who just watched a monster eat her parents like TV dinners. Can't go to a hospital 'cause they'll think you're crazy, couldn't go home 'cause the cops were there… but not any more." Maddoc slams the button for the door out. "You're driving, Full-eyes!" Clemence stands with a world-weary sigh.

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Giggle @saphthicc.bsky.social · 12/10/2026

I just lied apparently I was on here two days ago. But my point stands

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Giggle @saphthicc.bsky.social · 12/10/2026

I sensed it in the air and got on bluesky for the first time in weeks

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Jon Bois @jonbois.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

if you wear a casio watch, the only way to set an alarm is to give it to a two-year-old and let them play with it. the only way to turn the alarm off is to bump your wrist on something eight weeks later. there is no other way to turn the alarm on or off

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shake thy wench bottom! (clang) (clang) @whyforged.bsky.social · 10/08/2026

well thats one way to stay warm

an erotica illustration with monotone blue hues of my dnd character, aescwynn, and an npc from his campaign whose face is out of frame. the two men are standing in a cold forest, snow covering the ground. aescwynn is bent over and bracing himself against a tree while he's fucked from behind. both men are fully clothed with their pants pulled down just enough for access. the man behind aescwynn has a tight fistful of aescwynn's coat and is using it to pull him back into himself.

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shake thy wench bottom! (clang) (clang) @whyforged.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

what will a wizard do for rare inks and spell components... #oc

various sketches of my OC aescwynn in a black bunny suit on a dark grey background. the center sketch is of him startling from recognizing someone, resulting in him losing balance of the trays of beer he is holding. next to that is a continuation, depicting him sitting awkwardly on the floor and rubbing his head, surrounded by empty beer mugs and drenched in beer. the last sketch is of him from behind, glaring over his shoulder at whichever bastard is currently grabbing his tail.

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shake thy wench bottom! (clang) (clang) @whyforged.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

funs over, his brain caught up

a comedy doodle of aescwynn's delayed reaction, finally realizing that they were just walked in on, letting go of his partner and staring wide eyed at the viewer. meanwhile his partner doesnt seem to care, which causes aescwynn to shove him off while shouting "why are you still going???!".
my hamsters butt. quite funny.

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Giggle @saphthicc.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

I am going to eat them both Whole

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miko 🐮 @mikokat.bsky.social · 25/08/2026

big pretty guy 💚 #zoro #onepiece

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Giggle @saphthicc.bsky.social · 23/08/2026

Funny enough I liked this one so much that the pose inspired me for a piece I did where I was like I need someone kneeling... OH LIKE MY BELOVED WIZARD

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Giggle @saphthicc.bsky.social · 23/08/2026

That's okay!!! I'm not writing em looking for a response (although I do enjoy talking to you!) I'm writing em bc it's how I feel 🙂‍↕️

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🦈 SHΔRK!!! 🐈 @sharkfiinn.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

bsky.app/profile/jzbl... :)

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🦈 SHΔRK!!! 🐈 @sharkfiinn.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

fanart of @jzbl.bsky.social 's wasp comic loll. lay eggs in that man monday am i right... #grocky

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Landeg @landeg.world · 18/10/2024

Can't stand these two #zosan

Shipping fanart of Zoro and Sanji from One Piece. Sanji has leapt into Zoro's arms, seemingly about to bowl him over, his legs locking around Zoro's hips. They are gripping each other as they kiss like they think the other person is going to disappear or something, their expressions desperate. One of Sanji's hands is grabbing Zoro's head and the other is around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, while Zoro's hands are both bunched in Sanji's shirt so tightly that it's coming untucked at the waist.

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nona @shadowswithal.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

garreg mach's most frustrated man

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oatmeal male @dillpickle346.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

i’m so bad at keeping track of what i’ve actually posted #ohmygodbruh here is the finished lady geist print!!!

illustration of lady geist from deadlock

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Landeg @landeg.world · 18/08/2026

It's Werewolf Wednesday - #Silver&Iron has updated! And they- oh 😳

Cropped panel of Lake saying "I feel like I need to... repay you." next to his bared vampire fangs.

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the evil grinner @mistermyth.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

the E in Erid stands for estrogen

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Jawsome ! @berylb33.bsky.social · 16/08/2026

Bluesky can't die before I upload that Oblivion video with the Lil Wayne song replacing the combat music

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🍂🏵️Liz🏵️🍂 @GWF!! @itsureisliz.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

If you haven't read Silver & Iron yet, you SHOULD

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Demi🫀 @johannofart.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

[oc] just doing some anatomical research (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

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snazzy 🎷🐛 @snazzynewton.bsky.social · 12/08/2026

i just remembered that this exists so i'm bumping it lol, you should check it out if you like flustered pathetic zoro and pretty sanji. bats my eyelashes at you cutely

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Landeg @landeg.world · 28/07/2026

Silver & Iron: Part Three Pages 38/49

Lake gestures with his own beer somewhere over his shoulder. “We should get a table,” he says, as the bottle he offered passes from his hand to Ashley’s. Ashley, still wide-eyed and stunned, simply replies, “Right.” Lake walks off in the direction that he pointed, leaving Ashley staring after him; he takes a moment before turning to look across the dance floor to his friends at the booth table. They all saw that happen and are staring at him with saucer eyes. Ashley stares back with equally massive saucers. He takes a moment to process, then hits them with a shit-eating shrug and hurries off to follow Lake. Lake has found a smaller round table, built into a secluded alcove, under a focused ceiling light that illuminates the tabletop and not much more. The curved booth could fit four to maybe six people, but Ashley makes it look like a tight squeeze as he slides in opposite Lake, who has sprawled in a manner to accommodate his legs which also happens to look very nonchalant. Ashley, who can’t help but stare: “Um… what- what are you doing here?”

Despite the light fixture between them, the primary lighting of the page still bounces between cyan, magenta, and yellow. Lake has one arm leaning behind him on the booth and the other nursing his beer in a somewhat suggestive panel composition. “Should I not be?” He says, slightly nervous, but in a way that sounds blunt. A narrative box humorously suggests that if he could use a tone indicator here it would be “/gen”. Ashley’s posture is also nervous as he goes to open his bottle of beer. “No, I didn’t mean that at all-! I just didn’t know you liked- um- I guess I meant, what brings you here…? If I may ask?” Lake: “Same reason as you. Right?” He speaks around the lip of his bottle as he takes a sip. “For fun.” Ashley pauses, eyebrows raised, about to take his own sip - then whips away from Lake with an expression of disbelief and takes a swig. Ashley, thinking: Why did that sound like a pick-up line??” Lake, extremely nervous now, glancing away, thinking: “Do not say you followed him in here. It’s just a bar. Vampires hang out in bars all the time. I could be one of them. He doesn’t know I’m not.” Ashley, still thinking: “No, don’t overthink things. Of course he’d pull you aside, you have a million things to-” He pauses, his eyes darkening, tone dropping to be more serious. “... Talk about.” He says aloud: “Um… can I ask… how is the girl?” Lake doesn’t meet his eye for a moment, lips pursed. Ashley grimaces as Lake speaks: “It’s still touch-and-go. Her parents are dead. But she’s being brave about it. And she likes being a vampire-” Ashley’s expression shifts from concern to thought until he interrupts Lake, brow furrowed. “Wait- but then-”

Ashley: “But she’s alive? I mean- she’s okay? There was no relapse?” Lake looks slightly startled at the interjection before realising what he’s asking and quickly says, “No! No, she’s perfect.” Ashley listens to this in shock, his mouth hanging open slightly, before clenching his jaw and slumping forward, head in his hands. Lake is reminded instantly of the night they found Heliotrope, where Ashley had collapsed over her body, sobbing in relief after his experimental treatment had worked to cure her of the infection. Then, too, Lake had been unable to say or do anything, only watch as he cried; and now Lake is seeing it happen again, Ashley’s shoulders trembling, and all Lake can do is stammer. But to his surprise Ashley rockets back upright with a booming laugh, his smile so huge it seems to radiate colour - even if the people at the booth next to them look annoyed - before running his hands through his hair, his relief palpable in his expression and dissolution of tension in his body language. “That is the best news I’ve head all week-! God! This means we really have a working- well, not for sure, but it’s a start… after so long… a start…!” As he rambles on happily Lake watches, eyes wide, with a tiny smile of his own forming. Ashley: “And she’s okay!! She’s okay…! Ha hah…”

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the haver of it🔞 @taylortitmouse.bsky.social · 21/07/2026

congratulations anapaite, somebody loves you enough to pay for this to happen! you've truly arrived as a taylor titmouse character! 💜

anapaite the dwarf getting tentacled and egged

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Greenfinchg Illustration @greenfinchg.bsky.social · 21/07/2026

Some sketches of 5 minutes life drawing poses.

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Fawnduu🐮🔜 Big Chillin @fawnduu.com · 21/07/2026

big clit sucking time

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Landeg @landeg.world · 21/07/2026

It's Werewolf Wednesday can I get an awoo for all the lonely wolfs with needs tonight? #Silver&Iron

Cropped panel of the first quoted page where Ashley is pondering "I did decide I needed to focus on school, but what if I had it the wrong way 'round? Maybe, to stay focused, I actually needed that outlet, when someone'd shut my brain up so I couldn't think about anything except how good it felt-" He is interrupted by the bartender asking what Ashley wants to order, and Ashley starts to ask to open a tab and get two beers and a cosmo- before a bottle of beer enters the frame and catches his attention, visually and verbally cutting him off.

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Trevors (1990) starring Kevin Bacon @slimyswampghost.bsky.social · 22/07/2026

copy of a copy of a copy of a copy had to draw this queen from Backrooms

a humanoid figure in a red blazer on a yellow backround, with a portion of blue partly bordering it. it has red hair and its face is a grotesque fusion of multiple human faces, a mass of noses and eyes over top of one long conjoined mouth

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Boze Herrington, Library Owl @sketchesbyboze.bsky.social · 21/07/2026

By far the funniest moment in Homer’s Odyssey is when Circe says, “Shall we have sex?” and Odysseus says, “You just turned all my men into pigs. You have the GALL to think I would sleep with you? Of course I will. Absolutely. But don’t do any weird spells”

photograph of the relevant passage in Fitzgerald's translation of the Odyssey ("I make no bed of love with you upon it. Or swear me first a great oath, if I do, you'll work no more enchantment to my harm.")

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