#Bleeding Your Colors

[intotheelliwoods]

A DTIYS entry for my friend @teainthesnow/@frosteaart !! :)

[httyd-art-requests]

Hey me again😁 could you do rosethorn from rise of Berk(or just a triple stryke in general) please 👍

Wowee people really like Triple Strykes. I didn't do a poll for this one like with the Sand Wraiths simply because I forgot. Oops.

Dragon #46 - Triple Stryke(s)

(These guys were probably the hardest to get right anatomically ToT why are they built like that)

[fairyroses]

— SMALLVILLE, “Lockdown” (5.11)

[color-ns]

Hey… @isalisewrites … I finished it… woooo…!

(I did NOT mean to post this right after the new chapter was out lmao)

For anyone interested, this is from Alysium’s Sanctuary chapter 6 and it’s SO GOOD go read it, you will not regret this.

[doveywovy]

tobiizu au were izuna is the protagonist of a harem BL type of videogame who accidentally transmigrates into a horror game. and immediately sets about wooing Tobirama, the halfway-through-the-horrors-and-constantly-suffering protagonist of the game

[pixxyofice]

imagine if instead of using his dagger, sif tried saying the name of the northern island to forcefully loop back

Owchie?

[brainrotcharacters]

[astrowaffle]

HRLP WHAT DID I DO THIS IS SO CRINGE HHHH I LOVE IT

um.

scene Jax

yes.

[shinozaki-ayumi]

drew myself a new twitter header that matches my icon 

[1978-combo-organ]

hi guys. it’s everybody’s favorite game. what artstyle has isaac devolved/evolved to today. happy october

[weaselishmcdiesel]

idea for a story on alternia. you get isekai'd pokemon mystery dungeon style so you're a troll too but you're adamant that you used to be something called a "human" and the troll that finds you is like "ok whatever silly lets get you back to your lusus" so ill be thinking about this

[alastors-radioshow]

🛁

Terzo would set up a nice one full of calming and healing herbs, and bath oils for a relaxing, soothing, soak

send 🚿 to join my muse in the shower! alternatively, send 🛁 to join my muse in the bathtub!

Even Alastor, who was notorious for not tiring that easily, could get exhausted. It had been a long day. Far too long. There had been some urgent issues he had needed to take care of, such as closing one of his contracts. It was always satisfying to conclude a contract, but it required energy.

So when he came home from his trip to the mortal realm, he was delighted to find out that Terzo had prepared a bath for him. One of the aromatic, calming baths he was so fond of.

Naturally, he hadn't expected to be alone. That Terzo would leave him be. And just as he had expected, he soon heard the sound of the door opening and closing. The sound of bare feet against the tiles. And shortly after, he felt the smaller body slip into the bathtub, settling between his legs, against his chest.

Arms snaked around the smaller demon, a low hum leaving him as he rested his chin atop his head.

"Bonsoir, mon étoile. I assume that I have been missed today? You have been such a darling to have prepared a bath for me~"

[billford-dump]

Ford has heterochromia- his eyes are two different colors. He wasn't born with it, but being possessed by Bill so often and for so long slowly bleached his right eye from its natural rich brown to a pale blue.

[artblock-tm]

OC moment :)

Without lighting under cut!

[deathmimedream]

::: Rest and Recovery:::

@alastors-radioshow

While Cici wreaked havoc above in the ministry, Terzo slept below in Hell.

Granted,he’d just been through quite the ordeal.

Being drugged, tortured, murdered, beheaded, and returning to life as a Demon tended to do that.

He drifted in and out of sleep and consciousness the first full day, vaguely remembering that at one point, Alastor was curled beside him, still fully clothed, monocule clasped in one hand.

Terzo hadn’t hardly registered why his beloved would be in such a state, his mind still hazy with exhaustion. He gave a raspy hum, tucked his head under the demon’s chin, and slid his arms about the stag.

Drifting right off again.

He didn’t wake again until at least a half day later, still healing, still tired, but more aware of things.

He pushed himself up slightly, body sore, arms shaking in pain as he lifted himself up, almost panicking over his new surroundings.

Not the gray fog of screaming and grabbing, clawed hands that was purgatory, but also not the purple and black of his own bedroom.

This room, was red and black.

The bed was double the size of his, a bit softer, warmer, and he was only wearing one of Alastor’s shirts.

The entire room bore the stag’s scent, making his panic subside.

This was Alastor’s room, so it meant that he was safe.

He rubbed at his eyes, and blinked, noticing the changes, one by one.

Firstly, His hands were also black, fading to grey then his own, tanned skin tone as the color moved up his arms, fingertips now a claw-tipped bright gold.

He stared at them, and the cross shaped wounds along each arm, mostly healed.

He gave a tiny, strained, choked gasp as he began to remember. But rather than reach to the scars at his throat, his hand sought out Alastor instead.

If this was Alastor’s room, surely he wouldn’t be far away from him, si?

[lv-tangle-universe-blog]

More inverted color fun!

( Yes, I tried my hardest,)