ArtFight Attack For @bioluminescent-bat ~

🤗Meet the Mods behind FROM THE ASHES:

a Fire Nation Recovery Zine! 🤗

@99nzhe - Lead, Shipping, Org & Socials

@/queerlytired - Finance, Production & Beta

@/bl0ssums  - Graphics

@texasdreamer01 - Beta & Org

@charlythelee - Finance/Production Intern

For more info on our experience, stay tuned for our individual intros. In the meantime, check out the truncated version on our Carrd!

Want to join the zine? Apps are open until JUNE 20!

With the annual updating of all my links I've made the decision to (finally) formally phase out Amino in favor of BlueSky.

Tumblr is and will remain my main, but I'd still be thrilled if you give me a follow over at BSKY (handle is charlythelee, same as here, link through the LinkTree in my bio) 💕

2023 ArtFight Dump

Aaaand all other ArtFight Attacks from this year for people without a Tumblr ~ This year definitely had something of a green theme <3 1. "Wisecracker"/Sorsin for AbigailBozarthArt (on DA) 2. Mateo for 4LeafRose (on IG) 3. Blair for SpoonStew (on AF) 4. "New Friend"/Eloise for dragon_loaf (on IG) 5. "Sprout"/Peanut for CocoAndJumbo (on Twitter)

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!

Oops

🔘 i’m in this and i don’t like it

Rule the Court Windowsill

Aka the Seijoh as plants AU that nobody asked for ~

[left to right: Rose Oikawa, Cactus Iwaizumi, Hemlock Yahaba, Onion Kindaichi, Thistle Kyoutani, Edelweis Watari, Ikea(TM) Palm Matsun, Dandelion Hanamaki, Venus Fly Trap Kunimi]

Art made by me, brought to you with the brainstorming power and moral support of the IwaOi BigBang server <3

ArtFight attack on @themoustachegal 

OC belongs to them, art made by me, only the two of us may use this!

Find me on ArtFight as CharlyLee - I am on Team Spice

My part of an ArtTrade with @squishsquishcult

(Character Ladd belongs to them - Art made by me! Only we may use this piece)

2022 ArtFight Attacks & Revenges ~ I have been in a real slump for all of July and just barely managed to scrape together three drawings for this year's fight but for now I'm thankful they at least turned out okay-ish &lt;;.<

Characters belong to: Top left: Amy (on IG) Top right: Fira & Vihapiiras (on IG);

Art © me; May only be used by myself and the respective character owners — do not trace, copy or heavily reference!

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.