#<3 anwyays

[aymmidumps]

Jeremy and Jean are living inside my head and I don't care that they don't pay rent (working on some redesigns for these two)

[childdevourer1]

And these lines aren't wrinkles, dear heart

They're just dollops of paint on a new work of art

Happy 13 years! 🌪🎉

[rbtlvr]

smth for @remedyturtles new fic firefight! the twins ever <3 i'm sure they're fine

[araneapeixes]

i'll draw something decent next time i prommy but for now uh, uncropped version and part 2 (explicit)

[hypercatt]

pov tsukasa does like one week of overtime

redraw of the song 'when i get home my wife always pretends to be dead'!

link to youtube version!

edit: added subs to tumblr version!

[cometblaster2070]

so guess what i will never not be emotional about the fact that faybelle and briar are sworn enemies because of their story and whatever whatever faybelle's the villain and all nobody cares BUT part of faybelle playing the role of the dark fairy in sleeping beauty is that people forget to invite her to parties and hangouts and whatever and it really really hurts her feelings.

HOWEVER a point must be added that people do typically forget to invite her to events with the exception of BRIAR who generally tries her best to keep faybelle in mind and ensure that faybelle doesn't feel left out because despite the whole destiny and 'oh you're my villain' nonsense briar clearly cares a lot for faybelle and though she might not admit it faybelle cares tremendously for briar as well.

anyways haha can you tell i was watching epic winter and rereading the books.

[thedemises]

——— THE REMEMBERED。 ★ jing yuan.

note; I got inspired and since december bouta end, I thought to quickly whip this up cuz that :3 man is on my mind rn :3c (the og title was supposed to be “a picture for the remembered” but it was too long so :C)

the streets of the luofu were alive with the sound of festivities as smiles and laughter echoed through the air. citizens bustled about while store vendors prepared and sold gifts and treats to eager buyers.

the christmas festival had brought together the xianzhou alliance in a way few events ever could. jing yuan, the esteemed general of the luofu, strolled through the decorated streets with a rare lightness in his step. the hum of laughter and music surrounded him, yet his thoughts were elsewhere — gaze noticing the visitor who had just arrived.

“ah, there you are,” jing yuan greeted calmly, his gaze settling on you as his body turned around to face you. you stood before him in all your glory; a faraway traveler originating from a planet you rarely spoke of to others — reserved but charming enough to connect with those around you, you were a unique wanderer who had assisted in the stellaron crisis, alongside the passengers of the astral express.

“i'm glad that i could make it,” you replied, mirroring his carefree smile, your hands clutched a carefully wrapped package that concealed the gift within its wrapping. “things have been going smoothly here, no?”

jing yuan threw his head back with a hearty laugh, the sound rumbling through the festive air. he crossed his arms over his chest, his posture relaxed, yet commanding. “of course not. holidays on the luofu are something else,” he said, a grin tugging at his lips. “i wouldn’t miss them for the world — even if it means being away work behind for a bit, ahahaha.”

your laughter joined his, light and genuine, as your eyes crinkled at the corners. the warmth in your expression mirrored his, the energy between you both as easy and bright as the festival around you.

jing yuan's golden eyes lingered on the package in your hands, his calm facade giving way to a subtle tilt of his head; his gaze, sharp yet warm, flickered between you and the neatly wrapped gift. stepping just a touch closer, his voice carried a quiet intrigue. “and just who,” he asked, his tone light but inviting, "might be the lucky one for this gift be?”

“hm?” your gaze followed his pointing finger, eyes landing on the neatly wrapped gift cradled in your hands. a soft chuckle escaped your lips as you extended it toward him. “oh, it’s actually for you, general. here,”

the general's brows lifted ever so slightly which betrays the brief off-guard look in his face, his golden eyes widening for a brief moment. “for me?” he echoed, his voice laced with a hint of surprise — then, his smile comes back, easy and unshaken, as he reached out to accept the gift from your insisting hands.

“how thoughtful of you, my friend.”

his hands closed around the package, and as he held its weight, his expression shifted just slightly — a flicker of something unspoken in his eyes. the gift felt heavy — not in mass — but in meaning, as if it carried a piece of a history he had long guarded in his very heart.

“merry christmas, general jing yuan,” you said, your voice carrying a quiet joy that resonated with the warmth in your expression. your hand pressed lightly over your chest, a subtle gesture as if offering a piece of your own heart along with the words. the soft glow of the festival lights danced across your face, but your gaze remained steady on him, filled with purpose.

“i hope this gift i prepared for you is meaningful not just in your heart,” you continued, your tone gentle but deliberate, “but in the past memories you’ve made with former friends.” each word hung in the air, imbued with sincerity, as though you understood the weight of what you were handing him.

jing yuan’s eyes lingered on you for a moment longer, his usual relaxed smile softening into something deeper. there was an unspoken gratitude in his gaze as his lips curved into a warm smile — a gesture not just of politeness but genuine appreciation. with a quiet chuckle, he turned his attention to the gift in his hands, his fingers brushing against the edges of the wrapping as though the act of opening it was a sacred ritual.

with deliberate care, jing yuan unwraps the package from it's concealing wrapping, his golden eyes widening as the picture of the painting came into view; it was as a breathtaking depiction of five figures standing tall in their past prime — dan feng, yingxing, baiheng, jingliu, and himself surrounded around a table; their youthful faces radiated determination, camaraderie, and the boundless potential of a time long past.

his grip tightened on the edges of the frame as a lump rose in his throat. memories, sharp and vivid, flooded back to him; he could almost hear baiheng’s infectious laughter, feel the weight of jingliu’s gaze as she imparted wisdom, and sense the unspoken bond that had tethered them all together before time and fate unraveled it and separated their once oh-so close bond with one another.

you tilted your head, a subtle arch in your brow as you studied him closely, catching the faint tremble in his hands as they gripped the painting — the silence stretched for a moment, the weight of his reaction lingering in the air. “well?” you prompted gently, your voice breaking through his reverie.

jing yuan’s lips parted, his breath shaky as he spoke. “you must tell me where you got this done and how,” he murmured, his voice low and edged with emotion. his golden eyes flickered toward you, a raw mix of gratitude and vulnerability pooling within them, “this is the most wonderful and meaningful gift you’ve gotten me. thank you.”

his words were quiet, yet the sincerity in them struck like a chord, reverberating in the space between you both.

you nodded softly at his thanks, your gaze steady as you began to speak. the words came slowly at first, each one carefully chosen as you described the effort it had taken — the long hours spent piecing together the details, to commission an artist who could breathe life into the fragmented memories you had managed to gather.

as you spoke, jing yuan’s focus never wavered while he listened intently to your elaboration. his golden eyes, usually calm and carefree to others, now carried a raw depth of heavy emotion that seemed to grow with every word you shared. his hands still hele onto the painting with a gentle grasp in front of him as though the weight of it grounded him.

the atmosphere around the two of you felt quieter, the distant hum of the festival outside fading into the background. the guarded walls around jing yuan’s heart seemed to crack, allowing the weight of old memories to surface — in the presence of your words, the gift you had given him, and the first time in years; he felt a fragment of that long-lost era had been returned — a bittersweet warmth settling in his chest.

as the first tear slipped down his cheek, which he is quick to wipe it away before somebody had noticed, he allowed himself to embrace both the sorrow and the joy of the moment. the festival outside continued in full swing, but within his chambers, time seemed to pause.

for this christmas, more than any other, the general wasn’t just celebrating with his people — jing yuan was celebrating with the ghosts of his past, brought back to life by the one person who truly understood the depths of his heart.

© thedemises 2024. all rights reserved. please do not plagiarize, copy, or feed my written works to ai.

[bl00doodle]

Doodle dump

[pup-pee]

i wonder if the reason ive been struggling w/art sm is bc my brush size has been 2 big

[knizuu]

Dog Man Art Dump uhh once more <33

Idk man I just feel like I should share more on tumblr :3

SO UHH THIS ALL IG AHWAA SPAWN SPORK SPARJ:

help the last image genuinely makes me CACKLE HAEHEEE HASGH <- save me <- No :3 !!!

^ THIS DOODLE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHOwn weeks ago pferogvijtg

[luck-of-the-drawings]

"I think this is the most inhuman; and human, that I've ever felt.." MUCH CAN HAPPEN IN A YEAR. IN FIVE YEARS. A DECADE. imagine how much can happen in a century. just ONE (1). How will you grow? what phases do you find? even in 5 years, you will find patterns.

[fortheharbingers]

(best friend!narumi gen au, no kaiju, he is ruining my life i-. gn!reader btw)

Your back against the wall, perched on the counter, Narumi Gen holds you in place with both hands at your sides.

Transfixed by the sight of your hands, your faint breathing with every small movement, overwhelmed by the feeling of you around him even if it’s just so little.

His gaze falling down, following your line of sight and he watches how you slowly pull him in and out, careful movements, your delicate hand now grabbing at his cock but still there is a gentleness in the midst of your shared desperation.

As the feeling grows, he feels himself snapping out of it and chuckles- “Hey”

His voice comes out in a rasp, “didn’t we- ah, say just the tip?” He tries to play it cool, to conceal that he doesn’t really mind going all the way.

How can he, when he has gotten a taste of being so deep inside of you already? But since you said at the beginning—

You let out a small laugh at him then, his words and expressions contradicting one another, not to mention his body aching for more.

Your head thrown back as much as the small space allows you to, offering him a great angle of your neck with your eyes closed and a playful smile hanging on your lips, you wait like that for a second until you lean back into him.

There is nothing innocent about the way you look at him but that’s a deduction he can only make with experience. Big eyes with a glint to them and a small smile that is barely a pout, “Well…” you drag the word like honey, your head tilted to the sight.

“I thought since you’re so good to me,” you straighten up again, dragging your nails along his length, “and always eager to help…” he feels a shudder down his spine when he feels your fingers, cold and barely touching his skin, burning where they leave—

“It’d be so rude of me to not reward you- for being such a good friend and after all this tease, no?” You speak the words like you’re asking to give him the answers to a final, offering to share your lunch with him.

Your fingers come to a halt and Narumi feels your grip on him again, slowly bringing the tip of his cock to your entrance. Your other hand comes up to his cheek, thumb grazing over him.

“And you did say you could fuck me better than that guy, no? Narumi groans at the sudden intrusion and thrust of your hips- your walls contracting around him and his cock wrapped in your warmth. The contrast of your speed compared to what you’ve been doing all night long has him feeling light headed.

His head falling, supported by your palm only, he smiles at nothing, breathy-

Your other hand slowly goes up to his hair, your fingers fiddling with the strands for a second, pushing them back like he usually stylizes them.

You stroke once then grip at his hair and tug him back the second time, “Let’s put it to test, shall we?” You grin at the man and pull him in for a kiss.

[cowardlycowboys]

brown eyed girl <3

[yb-cringe]

voting opq for the nidere reveal alone. if you havent seen the clip... it's fucking HORRIFYING and jaw dropping and it literally blew me away to watch it live

[cherpupz]

happy watanagashi !!  ⛩️🏮✨

[thatoneandlonelyemo2005]

a little something something @newsies-lodging-house (also based on this post)

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"Skits what are yous reading?"

Skittery glared at the voice. Jack was standing next to his bunk looking like he was up to something. He was just all to much for Skittery. Skittery didn't need friends. He just needed to keep his brother safe and fed.

"A book." He replied dryly. Skittery then went bacl to reading but he only got to one word before Jack interrupted.

"My copy of Sherlock Holmes. "

Skittery glared harder. If that was possible. He thought it did. "Yous left it out." He remembered coming home from selling and getting done early meant way to much free time. So he looked for a book. But none really caught his mind until he saw Jacks copy of Sherlock Holmes. Something he hadn't read yet. Something that could pass the time.

Jack rolled his eyes playfully. "Doesn't mean for ya to take."

Skittery wanted nothing more than for Jack to go away. He was just getting to the good part as well. "I'll gives ya a quarter to borrows it."

Jack looked as if he was thinking about it then smiled. "I's know ya don't have that money Skits. Besides, just let me bum a cigarette off ya and talk about ta book and I'll let yous borrow the others."

Skitterys eyes lighted up for a split second. Then, they quickly dimmed down. He didn't like people all that much. But Jack was nicer to him than any other of the other boys.

"Com' on Skits! I's wanna talk about it with someone." Jack whined. And practically shook the bunk when he grabbed on and rocked back and forth.

Skittery weighed his options in his head. He frowned and rolled his eyes. "Fine cowboy. But yous better give me the other copies."

Jack jumped for joy before he rambled off questions to the still frowning boy. It only took a smack on the head from the book to get him to shut up.

"I's just don't want spoilers."

"Right, sorry." Jack swallowed and tired to look away.

Skittery didn't reply. He just scooted over a bit, letting Jack slide next to him, and read along. But it didn't take them that long to fall asleep in the middle of a chapter. Both felt comfortable with each other and instantly felt a bond between them.

Mr. Kloppmann made sure to bookmark their page and even cover them with the blanket as he made his nightly rounds. He was glad the two became friends now. It definitely was difficult but he knew it would work out. It always does.