#I am. biting them both

[timeofjuly]

Wishbone Chapter 3 Snippet

“sure,” he says, snuffing out the cigarette in one of the china teacups. Not his fault this fancy hotel doesn’t provide ashtrays and if his hands are shaking a little now that they aren’t occupied, so what? “so. how’ve you been? gotta be pretty jetlagged. what’re the netherlands like this time of year?”

Again, your face is still blank, but he can feel how thrown you are by the question. “I’m fine,” says your mouth, but the inner workings of your cognition are honest in a way that you aren’t. “The Hague was also fine.”

You cross the room and sit in one of the armchairs across from him, placing your bag neatly at your feet. His soul sings at your proximity.

“I fielded a few questions about the bond, but I redirected most of it to the Treaty. Your name isn’t in the media anymore than it was before.”

“okay,” he says. You’re so fucking close to him. It’s making his thoughts turn to mush. “your, um, hair looks nice.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, his skull flushes hot. What the fuck is wrong with him? Real fucking smooth.

Your hand flutters to your head. “It’s a good distraction technique - the tabloids care more about my appearance than they do the bond or anything else actually important. They’re talking about my haircut and not…” You gesture at him. “This. You.”

“you gonna get a mohawk if i do something really scandalous?”

Your face stays neutral, but he feels a tiny flicker in the flame, some mixture of incredulousness and amusement. Whether that’s because of the joke or his sheer audacity, he can’t be certain. “Please don’t do anything scandalous. The press will tear you to shreds, and I don’t have the time in my schedule to put you back together.”

Oof.

Okay, but amusement is progress! It’s not outright derision, at least! And you haven’t lobbed a single fireball at him. Take that, Undyne.

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[benevolenterrancy]

hi!! I think your art is *so cool* o(≧∇≦o)

do you think you could draw more moshang? either post canon or that au you did last time?? (baby mobei has my heart and all I own)

(˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ ) oh! how about return to childhood—moshang flavor?

don't question this king, shang qinghua, he knows what he's about

[rendevok]

The sensation of waking up next to you ❤️💙

+bonus doodle:

…and they mimir’d happily ever after the end. ❤️

(ID under cut!)

Miles is roused from sleep by sunlight shining on his face. Slowly, his eyes adjust to the light, until finally, his scope of awareness broadens to a body he had been sleeping on.

Page 2

Miles looks up to the figure that holds him, and upon seeing, his eyes widen in recognition.

Miles looks up to the figure that holds him, and upon seeing, his eyes widen in recognition.

The bottom panel of the page shows minimal details of a window shedding light onto the bed and blankets as seen from a higher view in the room.

Page 3

On the other side of the bed, Phoenix rests, his head propped by the headboard. His hair is messy from sleep, and his expression is thoughtful. The light of the morning highlights his features.

The sun shines through the blinds of the window.

Phoenix finally notices his observer, and turns to look at him.

Page 4

Phoenix takes Miles’ hand in his, and lifts it to gently kiss the ring on Miles’ finger. They both move to share a kiss, and their hands shift to hold one another. Miles’ ring sparkles in the sunlight.

Page 5

They link their fingers as they kiss, and the morning creates a quiet atmosphere around them.

They part, but remain close, their fingers fully interlocked. Phoenix greets “Good morning,” with a tender, loving expression as he looks at Miles. Miles’ own expression is soft, unguarded, and fixed on Phoenix.

Page 6

Phoenix and Miles settle back into their shared bed; the morning sun illuminates them. They both smile softly, seeming happy and at peace. Miles rests his head under Phoenix’s neck, and his hand on Phoenix’s chest. One of Phoenix’s hands rests over Miles’ own on his chest, while his other hand holds Miles closer, revealing a matching ring of his own. Both rings shine softly in the sunlight.

Bonus image

A small simple drawing of Phoenix and Miles having fallen asleep again while holding each other as in the final page of the comic.

End ID.]

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

fantasy au scribbles!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Alternative form of 'Hitting Wangxian with a Catboyification beam'

[arttsuka]

I LOVE Teen Stan and Ford, it’s sad they don’t get drawn enough, so thank you so much!

Does Ford ever help Stan when he gets overstimulated? Or maybe when he has a rage response and suddenly starts crying and calls himself stupid?

Here's the other post with Ford

[danmeichael]

it's really cute when a character is completely obsessively devoted to someone they are entirely aware is toxic. submissive not because they're naive but because they are completely content with being taken advantage of.

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

They like holding hands

Source: AziracrowDaily on TikTok

[laurrelise]

if they were ken dolls i’d be smashing their faces against each other

in case you were wondering, yes they were getting yelled at by cuddy here

[imminent-danger-came]

WHAT WAS HE GOING TO SAY. WHAT WAS HE GOING TO SAY! WHAT WAS HE-

Sun Wukong: "Kid—new armor isn't going to cut it! We have to hit Azure with everything we've got! You can't just, ignore this whole part of your power because it scares you!"

MK: "I-"

-

LITERALLY WHAT. WHAT WAS IT. MK HONEY SWEETIE DARLING WHAT WERE YOU GOING TO TELL WUKONG HERE

[mossy-paws]

some doodles! (PHIGHTING!)

A collection of recent subspace and Medkit doodles! The final thing is actually a remake of a really silly meme I made like. God how long back in August of 2023? Geez I’ve been in the fandom for awhile,,, it’s crazy how my art has evolved since then for real!

also… these, no, no I am not giving ANY sort of explanation for them

[kinokoshoujoart]

the coolest kids in forgotten valley!!☆

(…it seems there may have been a stretch of time where rock and lumina were the only kids in forgotten valley…🥲)

poseref

[krshush]

I'm sure this post will be funny as I finally maybe learn the whole story of whatever's going on, since I'm still quite early into Metaphor, but. Just.

I cannot stop thinking about how Metaphor's protagonist+party place their hopes and dreams onto the Prince, the way he's sat so high on a pedestal. Just,,,

You're the Prince. You're young, but you're also your father's son, so he's passed on his ideals for the world to you, so hopefully the world will be better under your rule one day. But you're the only prince, and so an attempt on your life is made. It fails in the short term, but now you're cursed, and it'll kill you slowly. You're cursed, and it's impossible to break, and nowhere in the Capital is safe anymore, so a few people your father trusts whisk you away from the Palace.

You make perhaps the first friend around your age, a boy on the lowest rungs of society, survivor of his village burned by your people. He still listens to you, talks with you on equal ground. You share your favorite book, one that ponders utopia so unlike your world, and you and he share the same starry vision for a world that's equal for all. He's the last person you speak to before the curse spirals you into sleep.

And sleep and sleep and sleep. For years, the curse grows stronger and you and your body fight, but start standing weak against it. You're proclaimed dead by your kingdom, and your curse-caster kills your father, The King. Your first friend grew up into a young man, and is sent away from you(r body) to help the last resort of saving you: killing the man responsible.

Because you have to become King, after all. It was what you were born for, if the tradition of the Kingdom has one thing right. You're the Prince, and you're kind, and clever, and good at magic, and actually alive. Along his way your friend makes friends, comrades who hang their hopes all on you (the ones they don't already hang on your friend)

Because, of course, you'll make it out of this alive and fine. You will. You're your father's son, and rightful heir to the throne, and actually alive. Right?

Do any of these people say your name when they speak of you? How do they know you'll be just right as rain for Kinghood after nearly a decade comatose? Your father wanted a world free of strife, of equality for all under its banner, does this not include you for the burden of upholding his ideals?

You were just a little boy who got cursed. No matter how well-spoken, how talented, how befitting the title you were molded for. How inspiring and horrific then, to be the holder of such high hopes.

Time marches on, and the age of a new king draws nearer, is spoken by a storyteller over your sleeping body.

[hazyupset]

“… I actually feel happy.“

@gothic-mothic….. ur narrator…. i hope i did him some justice its hard coloring a man with one color and trying to make him scruffy….

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

more laughingstock pleaseee? 💙 💚

Yes Yes Yes i have this very small soft scribble to offer <3