A Matter Of Faith

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You fold open the secret letter to verify your location, then you brush back the curtains and enter the ramen shack. You spot your informant instantly, a dangerously askew tower of empty ramen bowls stapled in front of her. It's

Head, General & SocMed Mod Charly 💼

Find Charly: ➢ on Tumblr @charlythelee ➢ through LinkTree

from the team of aria (malewifereoagenda on ao3) and @charlythelee, we have for you an enemies to lovers slow burn with a generous amount of mutual pining, starring ushijima and semi! read more in the picture or the alt description!

ArtFight attack on Jackdawheart (@/_jackdawheart_ on Instagram)

Icegold - a half feral/half werewolf - belongs to them, the art was made by me, only the two of us may use it in any way!

Find me on ArtFight as CharlyLee (I am Team Spice)

ArtFight attack on Tea-Ieaf ~

Totally forgot to post this one despite really liking it (maybe the most out of all attacks I made this year, which to be fair weren't many) >.<

Art made by me, character Sunny belongs to Tea-Ieaf.

Still struggling to find a good format for my art summary, I hope I can come up with something more efficient next year.

This year felt so gawd damn long and my creative process was super weird with many, sudden bursts of motivation and then long, long droughts and months where I just barely managed to get any art done at all (no comparison to my absolute writing block though—big oof on that front! Maybe I'll try a writing summary next year to see if that motivates me to make something every month).

Thank you all still for putting up with me again this year ~ you can find all individual pieces and some more in my art tag #charleedraws if you are interested ✨

The Past ~ Five of Swords {Inverted}

(First Tarot design based off my Fursonas - this one in reference to my DemonSona Leviathan - and my last reading) (Art/Design/Character by me - My DeviantArt)

Past || Present || Future

CYNTH-chomp

(Please do not ask how this came to be 😅 Blame it on the PoGo Remote Raid Central Discord server and Mod Enviire 😂) Art made by me ~ prepare to see Garchomp again soon in a larger piece

My second collaboration with @vwritesaus for the @hqbb ~ This scene is from chapter 3 of their amazing Pokemon AU and I had a ton of fun going bonkers on the sunset VibeZ XD

© Art made by me, concept by V

["Press Start" on Ao3] | [Iwa Team Lineup]

Current mood

Never Change A Running System

Fandom: Haikyuu (My contribution to the @ngczine) Type: Short-Story (5.1k words) / Canon-Compliant Focus: Next Generation Seijoh Ships: no explicit mentions (but feel free to imagine the classics) Rating: General/Teen Up (for occasional swearing)

Summary:  Watari is starting to think something went wrong when all the new first years are coming to him instead of Yahaba - but maybe, considering that his best friend is busy taming a certain Mad Dog, the underclassmen's fear is justified.

Or: A story about how Yahaba, and with him all of Seijoh, struggles to fill out some big footprints 

Read on Ao3 -> Never Change A Running System

Download the zine for free -> Devoted

Preview:

“Watari-Senpai!?”

He looks up at the five first-years, presenting him with an assortment of items. The suction cup for uncovering the holes in the gym floor that harbour the net poles. The hand-full of pins used to secure the net. A whistle. An empty drink caddy. And a clipboard with nothing clipped to it.

“Yeah?”

“Where should we put this?”

Watari opens his mouth, then he stops, furrowing his brows, and looks around the gym.

Sure, he is a third-year now and technically a senpai, but still—there are other people better suited to ask such things. The captain for example. Or the vice-captain.

In retrospect, Watari should have been able to deduce the cause of their absence by simply listening.

After all, Yahaba is yelling at near peak volume, which is not nothing, but to Watari, yelling in the Aoba Johsai volleyball gym has become just another form of white noise after spending two years under the care of Iwaizumi Hajime.

His best friend has Kyotani in a headlock, shaking him viciously. The Mad Dog looks relatively unimpressed, face turned away, arms crossed over his chest, lips pursed in a silent ‘tsk’, giving short, snappy comments in response to the dressing down, which do nothing other than sprinkle oil into the fire.

Watari sighs—oh not again!

If he were a first-year, he’d not go anywhere near that either.