#hagnoart

[hagnoart]

I… hope the sound will work here as well. Made this for @kidovna ‘s birthday and forgot to post it here… so yeah a day later here it is

#byler #stranger things #byler fanart #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things fanart #will byers fanart #mike wheeler fanart #hagnoart #me trying to animate lol #hope yall appreciate the eye blink and lighting bolts jfksjs #but this song man… #just made me think of the ending of s4 #and of byler #and then ofc of bhavna so… here we are #it was fun though and i hope to do something like that again soon #stranger things 4

[kidovna]

“Stop thinking.” “Yes. Gladly.”

Red room scene from rwrb for @hagnoart’s birthday!

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #casey mcquiston #artovna #katarina if you’re reading this tags I am sending you the biggest warmest hug of all time #these tags*

[shrekgogurt]

Happy Wednesday y’all! I bring you big pining from the distance makes the heart grow ouchier chapter. (Y’all thought you had already seen the peak pining in IKABIKAM? Oh, dearests, you’ve seen NOTHING yet.)

Baz POV, present:

The loss of a fantasy. That’s all. It’s the loss of an escape that never would’ve been. Not in reality. Not in a way I actually want. And so, instead, the Instagram notification burns a hole in my pocket. A reminder I ignore for the time being. What’s a little longer? A little more? Forever and ever on.

I’m at a party.

I will talk. I will charm. I will have fun. Like muscle memory. Like the tattoos on my arm.

I had a life. I have a life.

Someone asks for my name.

“Basil,” I introduce, stressing the ‘ah’ sound.

It’s the most neutral option. Friendly enough, but not overly so. Basilton is too contrived in the American accent and for all my resoluteness, I still don’t want to be called Baz right now. Not without the ghost of a Celtic lilt. (How the notification burns, indeed.)

I forgot! I get to announce chapter titles in the wipsday posts! So Hot You’re Hurting My Feelings of course. It’s only natural.

Alright I’m tagging! I wish I had a list I just copy and pasted but tumblr actually hates linking tags that way so I just go down the alphabet every week and hope I don’t miss anyone.

@alexalexinii @artsyunderstudy @aristocratic-otter (started reading The Snow Fox this morning btw) @bookish-bogwitch @brilla-brilla-estrellita @captain-aralias @cutestkilla @dani-vc @ebbpettier @emeryhall @erzbethluna @excalisbury @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hagnoart @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @ineffable-grimm-pitch @j-nipper-95 @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @messofthejess @mitranian @monbons @mooncello @ninemagicks @nightimedreamersworld @onepintobean @palimpsessed @prettygoododds @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @roomwithanopenfire @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @urban-sith @valeffelees @whogaveyoupermission @wellbelesbian @yellobb @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

#Youtube #can you tell i recently rewatched bridgerton lol #ikabikam #wipsday

[iri-lynx]

In no time at all, Zoya’s hands were wrapped around Nikolai’s waist as he drove them along the coast. The air was warm, and even with the wind roaring through her helmet, she thought she could hear the ocean. She rested her chin against his shoulder and watched the waves crash against the bluffs of a cliffside. 

She could live here forever, she thought. The weather. The ocean. And Nik–

Excited to finally post my first piece for @grishaversebigbang based on @dregstrash, @wafflesandkruge & @rietveldbrothers fic "If I can't have love, I want power"

Check out the other amazing artists and their pieces below!

Materialki: @mfrov95 (x) and @hagnoart (x)

#grishaverse big bang #gvbb23 #gvbb #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai lantsov #zoyalai #grishaverse #zoya x nikolai #king of scars #kos #tgt #shadow and bone #grishaverse fanart #fanart #top gun #my art

[clankclunk]

i'll find my soul as i go home // a steddie bigbang fic

Collab with writing by @oakenorcrist and art with @hagnoart

#myk squeaks #steddie #stranger things fanart

[humanityinahandbag]

What had started out as just a few, collected lovingly in his binder, became a cacophony of little bits of colorful paper. 

“The resemblance was uncanny,” Steve said when they broke for lunch, handing him a little guitar playing raccoon. 

“Don’t get too smug. Robin has a bigger one,” Steve said when the kids all paused for bathroom breaks, putting a neon orange circle on Eddie’s shirt that said You’re The Best!

“This made me think of you,” Steve whispered when the kids were arguing over strategy, sliding a sticker still on the backing towards Eddie. A little fox in a balaclava and a striped shirt with a bag full of pink and red hearts.

“Thanks,” Eddie said shyly each time, waiting for Steve to turn around so he could stick it inside his binder. 

Each one of them became a little beacon of hope. A drop in a bucket ready to overflow. 

-

It's been a while, y'all, but I've posted the next chapter to my Steve's Love Language is Stickers story and increased the rating to E.

Next chapter should be up soon.

If you want to watch Steve gift Eddie with stickers as a way of flirting, give this story a read!

Also, I'm trying to add the artwork again (it's being finicky)! But just FYI, art was created by the amazing @hagnoart, who is lovely and talented and has created the most gorgeous pieces that I cannot believe are real. Go give them a follow! They deserve all the attention and praise!

#steddie #wayne munson #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin #stickers #stuck on you #stranger things fanfiction #steddie fanfic

[steddiebang]

Steddie Bigbang Weekly Round-up: November 12 - November 18

A kiss is a kiss Author: @assassinduckie  / Artist: @hagnoart / @/hagno.art  “A kiss can mean nothing. In his rather lengthy experience, it often does. Mean nothing, that is. And the fact that this kiss feels so not a good idea at all and the best idea he ever got at the same time? Well, that just makes it a good kiss, doesn’t it?He just didn’t think he’d have his first good kiss in months with Eddie “The Reformed Freak” Munson. Though he’d probably find the “reformed” bit rather insulting.”

I Wanna Be THE Guitar Hero Author: @abbididathing (AO3 / @theroundeviloftable) / Artist: @hextotal Steve surprises Eddie with the newly-released video game that he thinks is perfect for him: Guitar Hero. Shenanigans ensue, the game isn’t as perfect for Eddie as Steve once thought, and some tension develops. But then, Eddie gets a tip from the kids that changes his whole outlook on the game and he forms a plan to surprise Steve this time around. Or: a long-form prose love letter to established-relationship Steddie and their domestic chaos.

Don’t look back Author: dartlekey (tumblr / ao3) / Artist: chilly (tumblr / twitter) When Eddie Munson wakes from a month-long coma, the apocalypse has already started without him. The air is poisonous and monsters roam the streets of a half-destroyed Hawkins, but he’s also got problems of a more personal nature: For one thing, Eddie’s so weak he can barely walk on his own, and he’s pretty sure there’s something wrong with him, like, emotionally. For another, there’s the fact that Steve Harrington has begun turning into some kind of vampiric Upside Down creature. Also, he’s into men apparently, and more specifically: into Eddie. So there’s that. The way Eddie sees it, that leaves him with three problems to solve - one, saving the world, ergo destroying the Demobats’ nest in the Rightside Up, and closing the cross of rifts splitting the town. Two, saving his friends, so waking Max from her coma, and guiding Steve (read: domming Steve) into figuring out his new vampiric powers without hurting anyone, or getting his head blown off by their very trigger-happy “allies”. And three: figuring out what it really means to care for someone, and how far he’s willing to go for the man he’s rapidly becoming unhealthily obsessed with. Here’s to turning into the monsters people always said they were.

I Will Die In The House That I Grew Up In Author: kwills91 on twitter and ao3 / Artist: sheepsicles on twitter /communismkins on tumblr and ao3 Steve Six months after their battle in the Upside Down, Steve still can’t face talking to Eddie. He’s loud, and weird, and everything Steve wants but knows he can’t have. Right now he has to focus on making sure everybody is okay. Right now he has to plan for when Vecna comes back. But a stranger shows up declaring to be from the future and changes everything. Eddie Steve’s avoiding him and he doesn’t know why. But it’s okay because he’s found the kind of friendship he never thought he’d have with the last person he’d expect. Nancy Wheeler. But when a teenage girl shows up on their doorstep, Nancy insists they move in with Steve to help him keep her safe whilst they uncover the reason she was sent back, and why Vecna has somehow shown up again twenty-five years in the future. And how is he supposed to react when she declares that her parents are none other than Eddie himself and the guy he’s been crushing on since he did that goofy little wave six months ago? And on top of all of this, Vecna returns to throw a whole spanner in the works.

Nothing But Bliss Author: @oiveyzmir / Artist: @sunflowerharrington / Artist: @bbgirlsteve There’s no reason for Eddie to feel so wrong. Everything’s normal in his life; He lives with his uncle and his brother, his and his friends’ band is a moment away from making it big, he has a boyfriend he loves more than anything else and life’s pretty great, but something still feels… misplaced. His memories are all mixed up and he seems to be remembering his life incorrectly- sometimes he’ll feel pain or discomfort in places he isn’t even wounded in, he’ll have memories that go completely against one another, and there are some weird things his mind doesn’t allow him to even think about, such as red skies, bones snapping and the way Dustin screams his name. All in all, it’s easy to ignore, up until he sees a strange girl with blood trickling down her nose.

Moon Breaks Knight Author: alchemystique / Artist: sleepykiart / Artist: kaspurrcat [ twitter / tumblr ] Eddie has enjoyed the quiet solitude of the forest for years – the shifting breeze in the branches of trees he knows as well as himself, the den of chittering foxes and the mysterious hart who appears so rarely, the white ash tree that has grown up around him as he built a fortress away from the town he’d grown up in, away from the ghosts of his past.

Eddie has little desire to be drawn into the conflict stirring around the kingdom, but wards Eddie has spent his own blood, sweat, tears and song to build begin to fail, and woods that haven’t seen a visitor in decades keep shuffling people along towards the clearing in the forest where Eddie has made his home. The village where he’d buried his mother is destroyed by a darkness Eddie doesn’t understand, and wolves draw ever closer.

And The Sun Will Rise Author: @lexirosewrites / Artist: @feralsteddie Steve may not have the people who brought him into this world at his side anymore, but he’s found someone to hold him through the end of it. -or- As a packless omega suffering with isolation sickness, Steve is just trying to survive the zombie apocalypse. Instead, he ends up courted by a lovesick alpha and getting his dream of six kids and a Winnebago in the most unconventional way possible.

Sometimes I Close My Eyes (and dream of somewhere else) Author: patientanxiety / Artist: @notsecretlymisha Eddie’s POV. Everything is canon up to s4, where there is no more Upside Down (defeated at Starcourt). Something is up with Steve, and the whole party knows, but he won’t tell anyone. Somehow, Eddie got roped into worrying about him, too and ends up sharing his trailer! or, Basically Eddie’s freakout about discovering that Steve is a decent dude but then learns of all the trauma Steve has dealt with, but don’t worry, Eddie is there to catch him when he falls and maybe even falls in love along the way.

The Rainbow Connection Author: @hellfireloserclub / Artist: sweatypeaches When Rainbow Graveyard made it big, performing as their alter egos Knocks and Munster, it should have been everything Eddie had ever wanted - sold out gigs, number one platinum selling albums, and a band made up of people he had fought through hell with at his side. The upside down might not have killed him, but Eddie never imagined that being on stage with Steve every night would be the thing that finally finished him. Eddie is not a person that was built to be loved, he has no idea what to do with the feelings that threaten to tear him apart. Since they dragged each other from the brink of death, he and Steve have been doing a dance to which neither knows the steps, building a life out of the trauma that follows them like a shadow, seeping into each and every crack it can find. Being a rockstar hadn’t been in Steve’s future plans, but it was impossible for him to deny Eddie anything, full stop. He’d helped Steve put himself back together when the upside down literally pulled him apart, and now he was pretty sure that Eddie had kept a piece of his heart and held it hostage. Steve was too much, loved too fast and too hard and destroyed everyone and everything he touched. But when he got on stage, Knocks took the wheel, and what Knocks wanted was Munster. They say that sometimes you can have too much of a good thing, and sometimes you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone. But how much of you is left when you’re living as the personified version of your worst self?

Tessellation Author: @maryofdoom / ArgentumCivitas / Artist: @sparkle-fiend Steve is a knight. Steve wants to be rescued. Steve knows how to swim. Steve is tired of the ranch. Steve is pretty good at stitches. And Steve has been told that the Void is endless. Eddie wears a knight’s favor. Eddie is a tiefling bard who’s here to save the day. Eddie is a rusalka. Eddie has a way with horses. Eddie is about to bleed to death in the guest room. And Eddie has seen the Void from the other side. Six stories, six universes, ad infinitum. Steve and Eddie.

I Could Have Loved You (You Would Not Let Me) Author: @stardustwalker on tumblr/ @stardust_walker on AO3 / Artist: @werew0rmon tumblr/ @werew0rm on twitter When Chrissy Cunningham dies, Max’s world falls into a spiral. It leaves her with more questions than answers and a new found need to know more about her past. Corroded Coffin has been broken up for over 20 years. Max knows the place she can get the answers she wants. Between the documentary about the band and her upcoming wedding, it might be easier than she thought. Until she meets Eddie Munson, the reclusive guitarist for the band who’s hidden himself away for years and isn’t as forthcoming as she hoped. Along with her father, Steve, he holds the answers she’s been looking for. What could go wrong?

For the Heart I Once Had Author: @hereforanepilogue / Artist: @grimweathers | @oriarts Steve gets his arms around Eddie, pins his wings to his back even as they flutter nervously. Eddie slumps against him, presses his face into the crook of Steve’s shoulder. He can feel Steve’s warmth through his clothes, so Eddie stays, even thought it might be the worst place for Steve to let Kas press himself.

🗡

Months after Vecna is defeated, months after things should be back to normal, Eddie is still stuck. Kas’s influence lingers, and with nothing to do but wait, he turns to his friends and D&D to try and pull himself back into normality. But the more time goes on, the clearer it becomes that normal might not be an option anymore.

Are You Experienced? Author: @madaboutmunson​ / Artist: @danadaria​​ Everyone knows Steve Harrington, a local rich kid jock, the previous king of Hawkins High School. He’s got it all, money, a respectable family, and chicks love him. He’s even spending the summer learning what it’s like to be a real working man before taking on a role in his Dad’s firm because its builds character and empathy. Or is he something else entirely?

Is Steve a down-on-his-luck guy, stuck in a job he dislikes because his dad is teaching him a lesson, repeatedly striking out with the ladies, that his co-worker is fond of reminding him about?

Under all the many layers and masks, he uses to survive the day-to-day, Steve has secrets. The main one is how passionately he loves music. How it moves him in ways nothing else does, and he’s sure no one else could possibly feel the same, until his Mom gives him $50 to spend at the new record store.

21 upcoming projects to be posted next week (Nov 19 - Nov 25).

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[krugecrow]

Zoyalai tattoo artist au for @grishaversebigbang 2023!! Drunk bonding in the shop adding to Nik’s patch collection

You can find @dregstrash fic ‘some things are supposed to be permanent’ here! (AO3 link)

Check out @hagnoart art and @cla-oh art !!

#gvbb23 #gvbb23creations #gang 10 #grishaversebigbang #grishaverse #king of scars #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai lantsov #tattoo au #modern au #zoyalai #art #artzoya #artnikolai #cawcaw #cawart

[rietveldbrothers]

If I can't have love, I want power

a/n: me elisha and tiff wrote the most unhinged au our combined chaos could come up with for @grishaversebigbang 2023. make sure to check out the stunning art from our materialki below

Materialki: @iri-lynx (x) @hagnoart (x) and @mfrov95 (x)

Ethrealki: @dregstrash @wafflesandkruge

Summary:

Zoya didn’t need anyone. It was a lesson that had been burned into her after she’d let Nikolai into her life four years ago, and he’d responded by sabotaging her chances at Top Gun. When the best of the best are called back to North Island for a dangerous mission, Zoya and Nikolai must set aside the past and work together once again. But the heart is a tricky thing, and Zoya isn’t sure if she’s ready to let go of her grudges just yet…

AKA the love square meets top gun au with lots of pining, angst, and loaded history.

Read on AO3 or Chapter 1 below the cut

Nikolai’s breath came in short, harsh pants as his hands clenched around the controls of his plane. All he could see was the black fighter in front of him, desperately dodging and weaving to try to avoid him. He was good, Nikolai would give him that. But he was better. 

“Come on, come on,” he muttered as he watched his computer track the other plane, the target never quite steadying. The fighter dived into the canyon below and Nikolai followed, still not able to get a missile lock. The canyon walls seemed to narrow around his plane, one small misstep sure to end with him dying in a fiery wreck. Nikolai’s breathing quickened.

“Nik, need some help here!” Dominik gasped on the radio. Nikolai jerked his head up and saw two planes streaking across the sky, Dominik pursued by another enemy fighter. His heart stopped.

“Genya!” he yelled. “Help Domino!”

The fighter he was pursuing swerved suddenly, and Nikolai cursed as he struggled to follow. The enemy planes were infinitely more maneuverable than theirs, if a little slower. But he was so goddamn close, he could taste it.

“Can’t!” Genya responded, her heavy breathing making the line crackle. “Two on my tail.”

“Nikolai!”

Fuck. Nikolai was getting too far from his teammates. The world seemed to slow as he stared at the fighter in front of him, seemingly getting further and further away from him with every second. Dominik could handle himself for a few more seconds. If he stayed, he could chalk his first kill. He could scratch that tally mark into the side of his plane.

And Dominik would be dead.

Damn it all. 

He pulled up and out of the valley, the familiar crushing force settling back onto his body. 

“I’m coming,” he gasped, praying Dominik could hear him. “Hang on.”

The sky was a brilliant, unforgiving blue as he climbed higher, the air thinning. He looked around wildly.

“Talk to me, Dom. Where are you?”

“On your left! Break right, break right!”

Nikolai obeyed blindly, his body jerking against the seat’s restraints as the plane went perpendicular with the ground. To his right, he saw Genya’s plane scream past. She was giving the two on her tail a run for their money. Dominik passed by overhead with a roar, smoke trailing from his plane. Another enemy fighter followed him. 

Nikolai cursed and struggled to right his plane, but it was too goddamn slow. Time seemed to stretch out, each second an hour as Dominik got further and further from him.

“I’m almost there, Dom. Hang on,” he panted as he pushed the jet to go faster. The engine let out a warning screech.

“Nikolai!” Dominik screamed. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming—” His cockpit felt like it was burning up, the heat of a thousand suns piercing through his uniform and searing his skin, his bones—

“Nikolai!”

Nikolai bolts awake, sheets twisted around his sweat-sticky body. Dominik’s screams echo in his ear. His heart pounds in staccato rhythm, his mind still locked in a battle long past, long survived.  

“You good?”

Nikolai blinks and the figure crouched beside his bunk comes into focus. Mal Oretsev’s face is twisted in concern, one hand still stretched toward Nikolai. Nikolai bats it aside. He forces one breath after another into his constricted lungs, and slowly, the panic subsides. He isn’t in the sky, he isn’t flying, and the ground beneath him is as solid as it would ever be.

“Yeah,” he says breathlessly. He clears his throat and tries again, this time with a fake smile. “Never better.”

Mal doesn’t look convinced, but thankfully, doesn’t dig. He’s used to Nikolai’s idiosyncrasies by now. He tosses a shirt at Nikolai. “You better get your ass ready then. They called us back to Top Gun.”

Nikolai’s heart stutters at the name. Memories of bright blue eyes, desert that stretched to the horizon, and words he regretted more than anything rise unbidden to his mind. He hasn’t been back since what had happened almost four years ago, and he had intended to keep it that way for the rest of his hopefully long career. But he supposes he was never that lucky of a guy, anyway. He keeps his voice carefully level as he pulls the shirt on and kicks off his sheets.

“For what?”

Mal leans against his dresser, the very picture of nonchalance as Nikolai pulls on the first pair of pants he can find on his floor. But Nikolai has been with him long enough to read the tension in his jaw and that look he gets when he’s thinking about the past. He isn’t the only one with a messy story, after all. 

“Special detachment. They wouldn’t tell me more than that. But they only invited the best of the best.”

There’s only one pilot other than himself that Nikolai would ever think of as the best. He’s spent so long trying to forget her that the thought of seeing her again is like the sight of water for a man dying of thirst. His heart gives a little skip, the ink on his forearm aches. 

Don’t even start, Lantsov. Zoya’s not in the business of second chances. 

Nikolai shoves the thought of her out of his mind and gives Mal his best asshole-smile. 

“Guess you’re in charge of the squadron while I’m gone then.”

Mal rolls his eyes and chuffs Nikolai on the shoulder. “Fuck off, asshole. Be ready to leave in an hour or I’m leaving you behind.”

Nikolai clutches his heart in mock-hurt. “You would do that to your wingman? Your dearest fling? Your most convenient friend with bene—”

Mal throws a pillow at his face and stalks out of the room.

—

Top Gun is somehow just as Nikolai remembers it, and a completely different beast at the same time. As soon as he steps onto the tarmac, the balmy San Diego air kisses his skin and makes him crave an ice-cold drink. Beside him, Mal slides on a pair of aviators and squints at the midday sun.

“That was the worst flight I’ve ever been on.”

“Mmmm, I don’t know,” Nikolai drawls. He grabs his bag from the ground and starts walking toward the building where all the brass have their offices. “I’ve been in your backseat before. It was a pretty harrowing experience. Almost made me want to change careers.”

“I’m hanging you out to dry on our next hop,” Mal threatens, but Nikolai knows it’s an empty threat. Mal has never left him behind. Not when it counted. 

The two of them check in with Juris, the grizzled Top Gun Air Boss who’s been stationed there for as long as Nikolai can remember, then take a meandering route to their assigned housing. They don’t see a single pilot other than themselves as they roam the halls, the sky quiet without the familiar roar of fighters overhead. It’s like walking through a ghost town.

By nightfall, the two of them end up at Genya’s seaside bar on an unspoken agreement. Nikolai convinces himself he’s there to scope out the competition, but it’s a pretty flimsy excuse when he knows exactly whom from the competition he wants to see. Mal eyes him as he takes another swig from his beer, and Nikolai ignores his stare. Mal really isn’t one to judge. Pot, kettle, black, however the saying goes. 

Speaking of competition—there’s plenty of it packed into the space. Pilots fill every available space, wings of gold gleaming in the dim lights. Nikolai recognizes a few he’s flown with before, and some from his Top Gun class. The Bataar twins are over at the dartboard, arguing over the points from the last round. Nadia Zhabin sips at a brightly colored drink, her pale eyes sharp and focused as she scans the room. Even the elusive Alina Starkov is there, forever a bright star that would much rather be a wallflower. She ignores the small wave he sends her way, almost as resolutely as Mal refuses to acknowledge the whole side of the room where she’s seated. Not for the first time, Nikolai wonders what exactly they did to each other.

Nikolai flags Genya’s attention from across the bar where she’d been serving another group of uniformed pilots. His former squadron-mate is as beautiful as ever with her flame-red hair and glowing smile. Her one amber eye is narrowed in amusement, a black eye patch embroidered with seagulls covering where the other should have been. A familiar twinge of guilt tickles the bottom of Nikolai’s stomach, but he ignores it as he grins at Genya.

“Another beer, please. And put it on Oretsev’s tab.”

“Absolutely not,” Mal interjects. “Put it on his own tab. We all know he can afford it.”

Genya laughs, and Nikolai catches a lovestruck look from David, her fiance, from across the room. Genya has always said her career had been worth both a successful business and a fiancee, but it’s the first time Nikolai has been able to believe her. He hides his smile behind the new bottle Genya hands him.

“I think he’s got you there, Nicky.” She leans in closer. “Zoya hasn’t shown up yet. Thought I’d save you a few minutes of looking around like a lost puppy.”

Nikolai takes a measured sip of beer. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh look, it’s Nazyalensky,” Mal deadpans. Nikolai’s head whips around so fast that it hurts. And sure enough, Zoya Nazyalensky is walking through the front doors. Nikolai feels like he’s suddenly been ejected from his jet, just miles of empty sky beneath him and no parachute to slow his fall.

Where to begin with Zoya Nazyalensky? She had been in and out of life like a summer hurricane, one summer there and then gone as quickly as she’d arrived with a path of destruction left behind her. Nikolai watches sullenly as the entire room’s attention seems to shift toward her. She looks better than ever in her pressed khakis, her dark hair pulled back into an elegant twist. Her eyes scan the room in disinterest before they pause in Nikolai’s vicinity. He swears his heart stops as she pauses a few steps away from him.

“Oretsev.” Her voice is just the same as he remembers. 

“Nazyalensky.”

Nikolai’s grip on his bottle tightens as Mal hops off his stool and slides an arm around Zoya’s waist. Genya sighs from behind the bar. 

Nikolai isn’t stupid. He knows about Mal and Zoya. But seeing is different from knowing. He watches as the two of them head for an empty pool table, then turns back to Genya. She has a distinctly sympathetic look that makes him feel pretty fucking pathetic.

“You got anything stronger?”

“On the house.”

—

“I think I can take it from here, Oretsev.” Nikolai says as he grabs the pool stick from his friend’s hands.

Mal raises his eyebrows in shock, a million questions dancing in his eyes, but he takes one glance to where Nikolai was actually looking and decides to relinquish his hold.

He shakes his head then sighs, “More and more convinced you have a death wish, Charming.”

Nikolai rolls his eyes, “Prince Charming. C’mon man, we’ve been working together for how long now?”

Mal didn’t say anything. He just took his lukewarm glass of beer and went to join Alina at the other side of the bar. 

“Lieutenant Nazyalensky.” He gives her his best grin, he knows it won’t work. “Good to see you”

“Lantsov, I should have known you’d be here.” Zoya’s voice was as frigid as always.

“You look good.” He said as he pocketed two of the solid pool balls on the right pocket. 

“I am good. I’m very good.” She scoffed then scanned the table for her next move. “Nice to see my sloppy seconds can enjoy one another.” 

Nikolai grinned, their toxic little love square they had going on, well, Mal was a good distraction, and he wasn’t sensitive enough, about that at least, to be bothered. He didn’t even mind that her shot had knocked two of his pieces in different directions and had one of her striped balls landing in another pocket. 

He took his time looking at the table, but he was really looking for an excuse. An excuse to round the corner and stand toe-to-toe with her. His hands not-so-casually resting on either side of her on the sleek wood of the pool table. She didn’t need to tilt that much to meet his gaze, and he tried not to think that from this distance, it would be easy to just kiss her senseless. 

It also didn’t help that she didn’t take a step back either.

Oh, the familiar smell of her was making his head light. His hands twitched on his pool stick, like they were considering actually just taking her face and press his lips to hers. He could have actually done more than kiss her in the middle of this bar. But he saw just how tense her shoulders were under that bravado. Or maybe he was just projecting because he could feel the rigidity in his own spine.

Their last conversation hadn’t been a pleasant one. Their parting even colder. And seeing her under these familiar yellow lights was making Nikolai way more aware of just how far she felt. Just how big the barrier between them was that made her that much more untouchable.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to push his luck, anyway.

He moved away and deliberately stepped around her so that his shoulder brushed hers. It was a cheap shot at getting the upper hand.

It was a pathetic excuse to touch her. 

He lined up his shot and managed to tie their score. 

But Zoya wasn’t looking at the game. Her dark blue eyes picked him apart. 

He wondered what she saw. If she could read just how tense he was with her around. If she could see how badly he still wanted her. If she could feel how terrified he was to see her here, at the start of an assignment that smelled too much like a suicide mission. 

“Your shot.” He said. 

It was loud in Genya’s bar. The evening crowd on a warm summer night created a symphony of bursts of laughter, stories being yelled over the music, and servicemen and women trading war tales. There was no reason for Nikolai to have heard Zoya say, “It was my shot.” But he did hear her, and their game of pool suddenly felt so small and insignificant.

She turned away from him then. She marched back to Mal who was suspiciously alone and shoved the stick into his hands before storming out of the bar. 

Mal came over, and Nikolai forced a smile that he knew that his friend didn’t buy.

“Came back to get your ass kicked?” He winked. Then threw his arm around his broad shoulders. “Maybe something more?” 

Mal didn’t take the bait. He chugged the rest of his drink, and started to reset the table. 

“We both have enough problems, Lantsov. Let’s try not to make things worse.” 

Nikolai shrugged, trying to ignore the feeling of Zoya’s eyes still on him. 

“Hasn’t stopped you before.” He tried again. 

His friend shot him a look, “Maybe I should have.” He glanced behind him to the direction Zoya had gone. “Maybe we both should have known when to stop.”

Nikolai felt his gut plummet as his past started to creep out of the locked box he kept all of his worst memories. And he finished his drink to shove them all down.

He forced a laugh as he broke the triangle of pool balls to start their game.

“Can we table this wildly depressing line of conversation until after I beat you? It wouldn’t be Top Gun without me smoking you. Right, Pocketknife?” 

Mal rolled his eyes, but Nikolai still noted just how tense his friend was. He didn’t know quite what happened between Mal and Alina, but based on his last…encounter…with her it didn’t seem good. 

He was almost tempted to accuse him of being an idiot who wasn’t brave enough to get what he actually wanted. But pots shouldn’t be calling kettles black. 

Nikolai couldn’t help but glance at the door. He turned around and caught Zoya’s hand brush against Alina’s platinum blonde hair. He hesitated to call it affectionate, but it was…something. She leaned closer to the other girl, her lips just brushing the corner of Alina’s jaw. 

A flare of jealousy that was unfounded went through Nikolai, and was only abated when Alina met Zoya’s eyes in a sad kind of resignation. She shook her head and squeezed her hand in sympathy.

Zoya seemed to roll her eyes and walk off with her head shaking slightly. Nikolai wondered what that was about. Then he reminded himself that it wasn’t any of his business. Instead, he focused back on Mal. He focused on ignoring the empty ache that was more present with the absence of the flare of jealousy. 

So, they just played the night away and then when that wasn’t enough, Nikolai took to the keys with Mal drunk and singing off key next to him. Both of them ignoring the burn of old heartaches, and the chill of an uncertain future.

#gvbb23 #gvbb23fic #gang 1 #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai lantsov #zoyalai #top gun au #shadow and bone fic

[hagnoart]

Soft Autumn Andreil idk

#hagnoart #aftg andreil #andreil #andrew minyard #andrew minyard fanart #aftg has ruined me #aftg neil #aftg fanart #aftg #aftg fandom #aftg andrew #aftg trilogy #aftg art #all for the game art #all for the game #all for the game fanart #yes or no #andrew x neil #neil x andrew #nora sakavic #tfc #tfc art #tfc fanart #the foxhole court #oh and thank you for all the love my foxes received #it really means a lot #i’ll draw them forever lmao #but dont expect too much consistency #i’ll do my best though

[assassinduckie]

Hiiiii, I'm participating in the @steddiebang this year and this is the first chapter of my fic for them!

AND it comes with AMAZING ART by @hagnoart (truly awesome, go check it out!!!!)

Thank you to my lovely betas @millie--jean and @driftwoodsun for keeping me sane throughout this process.

And lastly, thank you so much to the mods for organizing this event!

This is a Steddie get together with a bit of angst in the middle but a happy ending as usual!

Hope you like!

#steddie big bang 2023 #steddie fic #lovers to friends to established relationship

[shrekgogurt]

The rumors are true! I posted Chapter 13 of IKBAIKAM last week.

Now, onto the next! I hope y’all are ready for quite the vibe shift toward a beach episode where only one of them is actually at the beach. However, before then we’ve got a flashback. I hope you enjoy this rather farcical excerpt despite it being far more than six sentences 😔

Baz POV, past—age almost thirteen

[Snow] tightens his grip on the stolen silverware that I assume he keeps on him in case of pastry related emergencies and repeats, “The cat, Baz! Where’s the cat?”

“What cat?”

“The cat you were threatening with your gun! I heard it screeching from the corridor!”

Great.

I spent my entire Christmas holiday learning to read a treble clef only for the result to sound like a dying animal.

I’m more than awful at playing the violin. I’m ghastly, gruesome, violently unpleasant. I’m resolute to never pick up an instrument again. Truly, I’d like to die on the spot. Killed by my rude roommate and the humiliation of failure.

Wait…did he say ‘my gun’?

just tags under the cut

I’m early! Y’all get tagged first!

@alexalexinii @artsyunderstudy @bookish-bogwitch @brilla-brilla-estrellita @captain-aralias @cutestkilla @dani-vc @ebbpettier @emeryhall @erzbethluna @excalisbury @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hagnoart @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @ineffable-grimm-pitch @j-nipper-95 @larkral @letraspal @messofthejess @mooncello @nausikaaa @ninemagicks @nightimedreamersworld @onepintobean @palimpsessed @prettygoododds @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @roomwithanopenfire @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @urban-sith @valeffelees @whogaveyoupermission @yellobb @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

#ikabikam #eleven sentence sunday #or something like that

[jazzerdoc]

Ooh look I made a tree! Kind of a fun lil thing - thanks for the tag, @inexplicablymine ! Tagging a few other friends - NO PRESSURE! You don’t have to make a tree, but it is quick work making an ornament on others’ trees. If you do make a tree, tag me back so I can make an ornament for you. Anything to avoid grading papers lol. Jk I’ll do that, too! Merry and Happy, peeps! 🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

@cheesecurdsgravyandfries @the-amber-fox @clottedcreamfudge @rmd-writes @weighty-ghosts @historicallysam @mudbloodpotter05 @cinnamoncoffees @ishotforthestars @dumbpeachjuice @treluna4 @cha-melodius @orchidscript @tintagel-or-cockleshells @indomitable-love @everwitch-magiks @hagnoart @tryingonametaphor @vkelleyart @stardisnight @athousandrooms @slimmwrites @welcometololaland @cricketnationrise @pagegirlintraining @kiwiana-writes @adreamareads

#decorate my tree #make a tree #deco my tree #tree #lil fun distraction #tag games #tag game

[cla-oh]

Here the piece I did for @grishaversebigbang 2023!!

✨A Zoyalai tattoo artist AU✨🤌

You can find @dregstrash fic ‘some things are supposed to be permanent’ on AO3! (I'll add the link later)

Kaz wanted a tattoo despite having the ick on his skin.

Check out @hagnoart art here and @krugecrow art here!!

#gvbb23 #grishaversebigbang2023 #grishaversebigbang #grisha #zoya #nikolai #fanart #grisha fanart #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai fanart

[steddiebang]

A kiss is a kiss l E l 25k

Author: @assassinduckie  Artist: @hagnoart / @/hagno.art  Beta Reader: @millie–jean - @driftwoodsun

“A kiss can mean nothing. In his rather lengthy experience, it often does. Mean nothing, that is. And the fact that this kiss feels so not a good idea at all and the best idea he ever got at the same time? Well, that just makes it a good kiss, doesn’t it?He just didn’t think he’d have his first good kiss in months with Eddie “The Reformed Freak” Munson. Though he’d probably find the “reformed” bit rather insulting.”

[Link to fic] | [Link to art]

Pairings: Eddie Munson / Steve Harrington Characters: Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson / Robin Buckley/ Dustin Henderson / Vickie  Tags: Getting Together / Friends to Lovers / Or More Like / lovers to close friends to established relationship / robin leaves for college / Steve can’t deal / a dash of angst / but / Angst with a Happy Ending / a lot of pretty decent communication / their relationship is not the issue

#steddiebang23 #steddiebang23 masterposts

[hagnoart]

It’s been a while since I posted here, sorry about that. I am really proud of this drawing of Alex and Henry that was inspired by @clottedcreamfudge ‘s fic Never Did Run Smooth - go read it if you haven’t and thank me later.

#hagnoart #firstprince #firstprince fanart #rwrb alex #rwrb henry #prince henry rwrb #henry and alex #alex and henry #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #red white and royal blue #rwrb fanart #rwrb #rwrb fic #red white and royal blue fanart #history huh #ao3 fanfic #i’ve been climbing down the rwrb fanfics rabbit hole for a while now and i don’t know how to stop #send help #but also maybe not #so what i want to say - more rwrb fic illustrations to come #fanart