#( wip ) the god's heads

[koyodraws]

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✨新年快乐 Happy Lunar New Year! 🐉🧧

had a lotta fun trading ideas with @starry-mang0s and @cropc-space about their outfits weehhhehhh!

went thru a few poses until we settled on one that ain’t stiff looking while also not obscuring their embroidery patterns dkdjdjdjfvn

[steelsartcorner]

WIP: Cazador Comic

POV: your wayward spawn has come back but he brought his unstable divine being of a lover with him. oopsies

[childrenofcain-if]

M moving to the Netherland after MC's death because that's their paternal hometown ?? Oh I'm so unwell 😭

teehee i’m glad you caught that, dear bonnie 🤭

[sayatsugu]

So yeah after my playthrough of Jedi Fallen Order yesterday just then in a span of 30 minutes jogging sequence my head conjured up a comic including the following content:

Luke bonding with Cal and Grogu bonding with BD-1

Luke and Cal trained together, meditate together and Grogu and BD-1 become best buddies

Din is J E A L O U S but never show and never mentioned a word

Din wanna talk to Cal and show some dominance but Cal was too nice so he can't LOL

And then Cal touched some random object of Din and immediately know about the situation and talked to Luke about it

Luke kind of confront Din and they express their feelings for each other and have sweet sweet sex for 5 hours

THE END LMAO

Also Cal is like 13 years older than Luke and Din is 11 years older than Luke (omg I don't think I ever realized that!? lol) so they're actually around the same age omg.

[liorlen]

working on smth where I put gale in silly outfits based on wizard subclasses/schools of magic, since I already did necromancer.

[ghoulinfuschia]

Almost,, there,, almost,,the,rre,,

[exaltior-a]

im cooking trust watch this space TRUST ME

[hornetvoid]

my pigeon assistant is not assisting me with sevika

[kheyys-worms]

The Most Dangerous Predator of All

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This art is based from a yandere!Rook x reader fanfic called Sugar Dew Sewn Anew by the wonderful @merakiui 💞💞 It's my all time favorite Rook Hunt fanfic and it's been living rent free in my head ever since I read it (and will continuously do so until I turn senile!). Do check this fic and Mera out! She's such a wonderful writer and her writings are absolutely incredible ✨✨

[flowerakatsuka]

mfs start crushing on a matsuno and begin to lose it—

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[magicislikelove]

The Odyssey musical (Epic) animatics have been feeding me. Here's my design for Aphrodite 🩷.

[skrunklyprisonprincess]

Jefftember day 12! Prompt: PURPLE Which could mean only one thing. Weyoun :)

It's a good thing Jeff doesn't really have any social media because oh boy, the horrors he would see. I sleep soundly at night knowing this will never reach his eyes.

Oh and bonus warmup sketches while I was at work

It was on my brain I couldn't wait 7 hours.

[direwombat]

remember when i said that my last wip wednesday was probably going to be the last snippet of ch7 that i'll share? yeah that was a lie. have some more.

He drags her out the door and down a series of hallways. They wind their way through the dark and hauntingly vacant corridors, twisting and turning through the labyrinthine hospital. Every step the soldier takes echoes heavily down the hall, heavy thuds bouncing off the chipped plaster walls.

The whole place is eerily empty.

Her shadow stretches grotesquely in front of her, its shape flickering in time with the unsteady buzz of the fluorescent lights overhead. The sharp, lemony smell of antiseptic stings at her nose, but it's quickly overwhelmed by the heavy, metallic taste of rust and fresh blood that comes to rest on the back of her tongue and throat. Bloody claw marks mar the wall they're following, only to divert down a hall where, somewhere further down, a helpless victim begs for death.

Her stomach lurches. The hair at the back of her neck stands on end as she's hauled past the pained wails and pleas for death; away from yet another victim of the cult she couldn't save.

The man drags her through the Veterans Center until finally cutting through an empty industrial kitchen and shoving through a side door that leads to the building's dumpsters. Gingerly, he unhooks her arm from around his shoulders and leans her against one of the bins. "Wait here," he mutters. "I'll be right back.

She slumps against the dumpster as her Friend scouts ahead. In her sudden sense of stasis, the weight of her body comes crashing down on her and the haze over her mind returns. Her knees buckle and she slides down the metal siding. Her stitches prickle, the skin itchy and tight. That aching throb begins to resurface without the painkillers to dull it. She leans her head back, knocking against the hollow dumpster and producing a resonant clang.

She goes stock still. Eyes wide, breath held; her muscles coiled to push herself upright and bolt at the slightest sign of trouble. Shit that was loud.

Her teeth are bared, fingers curled, prepared to claw and bite anyone who dares come to investigate.

She waits.

But no one comes.

The fine hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Her heart hammers against her rib cage. Her teeth fucking itch.

This is a trap.

It has to be.

Why else would her Friend carry her so close to freedom only to abandon her? Why else would he discard her behind a dumpster like some stray animal?

It has to be some sort of sick, twisted game.

Catch and release.

Jacob and his men have to be out there, watching. Waiting. Lurking in the shadows, patiently waiting for her to run, all so they can chase her down and haul her ass back, like demons dragging a sinner's soul down to Hell.

She'll be damned if she doesn't take at least one of them down with her, first.

All she sees is the flash of red rounding the corner and she's on her feet. She lunges, one hand grappling the stranger's arm while the other wraps around their throat. With her bare feet planted firmly in the dirt, she swings the other person's weight around until she's holding them against the grimy brick exterior of the building. The webbing between her thumb and index finger notches just under their Adam's apple and she presses against their windpipe, teeth bared and snarling.

"Easy—" She chokes them harder. "—Easy! It's me."

It takes longer than it should for her to recognize the voice. The choked, frantic whispers are so different from the hurried and hushed ones she'd heard from her Friend as he was dragging her through the halls. But in those pleading, dark brown eyes, she finds a sense of familiarity. She's seen these eyes before.

Her Friend sucks in a quiet, shuddering breath. "You're in control here, Deputy" he whispers evenly. "Kill me if you want, but if you do, you'll be on your own in a den of hungry wolves."

The threat doesn't escape her, but his logic is enough to get her to release her grip around his neck.

But only barely.

"What's your game?" she growls, and she pulls him towards her only to slam him back against the wall. "The fuck're you gettin' outta helpin' me? Who are you?"

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[bolithesenate]

fun fact of the morning is that to me Tarre Vizsla was a cringefail jedi twink so horribly bad at jedi-ing that he did an accidental 180 and became Mand'alor

man's could not find a lightsaber crystal for his goddamn life, so much so that a mandalorian deity had to come and help out

then he crashed in someones backyard destroying half their tuber harvest when he took a wrong turn after going home from a bandomeer agricorps summit

the shame is too big so he ditches everything and becomes a weaver for a like year

only after that year does he even realize he landed himself in karking mandalorian space (the weaver he holes up at is an old lady and doesn't wear armor so he just never noticed)

meanwhile everyone back at the temple just assumed he died

over his year as weaver-apprenticing he also did odd little jobs here and there around the village. mostly helping people with paperwork and taxes and how to price grain to sell the next city over

which gets him implicitly elected like mayor of that village (mostly because no one else wants to do the paperwork)

which is how he, a failed jedi that crashed in someones backyard and just wallowed in shame ever since somehow is made to attend a city/region council as representative of that village (it is there that he realizes that wtf that's too many mandalorians for this to just be coincidence. those CANNOT all be bodyguards) (yes he had stereotypes)

still, apparently he is one of them now

(he is standing there like 🧍🏻 the only one in the room without any armor to speak)

but also definitely the only one with a single political bone in him (it was forcibly installed in him by the temple's teachers). and also the knowledge of How To Do Taxes (that and he weaves a mean rug)

which once again gets him elected representative of that council as well

so now he has to go to a House meeting in a month

(which is bad, he has a deadline on a new tapestry that needs to be done by then can't they just postpone? also what is a House and why do they have meetings)

the lady weaver who kinda just is his adoptive mom now just laughs and pats him on the head and tells him he'll figure it out. but oh maybe he should wear some armor for that one, House meetings have a tendency to get wild and many things are settled over honor duels. and the city/region he's representing sure would like for their needs to be defended.

meanwhile Tarre is panicking because the one thing he was worse at at Jedi School than actually being a jedi was lightsabering

he's decent at hand-to-hand but that was NOT worth any points in the eyes of the Battlemaster

(turns out he shouldn't have worried. 'decent at hand-to-hand' for an old republic jedi still meant 'kriffing lethal' in comparison to everyone else.)

his region's demands have never been represented better

especially since he also does know the maths to make it work in the long run.

that gets him noticed by the like son or heir or whatever of the Head of the House, who promptly makes Tarre his right hand (Tarre agreed to it either while drunk -- he is a sad drunk and JEdi aRE SupPOseD To hELP aaaaaaaa -- and was guilttripped into it OR he misunderstood the assignment to be a weaving commission)

(because, in Tarre's mind, that IS still his day job)

and so on and so forth it spirals out of control farther and farther until one day he is there helping represent the mandalorian side in a trade dispute with the republic and the other side have jedi with them (ofc) and he is one again just doing his best statue impression trying not to be noticed only he forgot that mandalorians announce themselves and their whole allegiance and lineage in front of everyone so he gets first-name-last-named by his new boss in front of his old boss and it does horrors to his nerves that much is certain

only the jedi just kinda squint and then leave it uncommented so he thinks he's safe until HIS OLD MASTER JUST TELEPORTS STRAIGHT INTO THE DINNER ROOM DEMANDING TO KNOW WHY HE WASN'T THERE FOR THE LAST TWELVE LINEAGE DINNERS

[neo91502]

i hate this sopping wet cat so much why does he look like that (i love him look at the guy)

no because like i noticed i started to give him 2 tufts of hair there.... why djd i do that. i mean i like it but When did i even do that ... it bevame so clear in my mind i go "oh wait don't forgey his two tufts!!" anytime i draw him

also no i dont know whays up with my pjone camera whh does he look like hes glowing... HE'S NOT !!!!! it blurs the edges too idk what i did to it unless i smudged it somehow then yeah ...

anyways wip bevausw i wantsd to do a headcanon design of my own for smg4 and i am too tired to continue (im also sick) i need to add more along with things that happened in canon even tjough i can only think lf 2 things rn ...

okay enough yapping, have some art that's a work in progress... i might continue it tomorrow idk