#I have stuff I wanna get out of my head

[mugmegan]

ugh I dont wanna study I wanna draw

[tagarilaghost]

I SWEAR CELEBI'S THINGY IS COMING SOON BUT I REALLY WANTED TO POST THIS ALRIGHT

yeaah... future trio got me too...

and Darkrai is there too, because of course he is.

hey look i drew a cute Drifloon :D

...ignore the rest

whatever started at Darkrai doodles ended in brainrot of future trio + darkrai and I'm blaming @scribz-ag24 for this

[royaltea000]

Two young knights

[doktorhjarta]

in daniel matthews' case, it takes a village

[sonknuxadow]

LOVE LOSES !!!!!!!!!!!!

[honeycombstrudel]

I think it's cute how Amir has an (implied) little crush on Aoi. Some of his voicelines + KIM chat dialogues about his dating life just have me so curious about how he navigates having a crush on someone. Gah, I love him, he's too cute, haha

[lucabyte]

🐺🐺🐺❓

[kanerallels]

I'm finding it EXTREMELY hard to subtly foreshadow with the timeline I've set myself, so I miiiiiiiight have to stretch this farther. But how do I do that?

[goatdon]

oh 5 am insomnia thought so it’s not coherent or that serious but someone just explained to me what bright spark means:@2””/@-0:@

aka someone who appears smart but is actually dumb/foolish… and the way i would tweak out if i was santos. like Ohhhh the AUDACITY…... and the immediate beef off the bat from him……and like you would actually have to hold me back. like not even joking we’d have to fight

but it’s just so funny to see these characters in a situation where i would totally lose my shit. and it’s not the worst thing he’s said to her i just feel like personally offended on behalf of my dear cousin trinity santos

also. in my defense for not knowing what it meant i googled it originally when i heard it but ig i misspelled something so something else came up… entirely…involving beer iirc….and i just left it at that because other things were going on but 😭

honestly tho it just confirms to me that they have to duke it out at a parking lot at like 3 am. it’s the only way. they can’t work it out on the remix. i want dana to lock them in a storage closet where they throw things at each other and yell until they eventually start to talk abt their shared guilt post ep 10… and then I need for them to never acknowledge it again… like the emotionally stunted people they are

[itsmistyeyedbi]

So, these last few days have been...interesting. And are currently a little unpleasant, to say the least🧍🏾‍♀️

My marks for my English assignment were disappointing and my throat is sore and dry rn. And that of course started after I've been to the store💀

(Some personal stuff in the tags that might be/probably is tmi so you can just skip em if you'd prefer to)

[the-wiggler]

take me in your tender arms, roll me in the dirt

Sypnosis: It's not love, but Gage will take what he can (and remain in deep denial).

spotify play lover's dream by saints amongst sinners

[title is from cover me in roses in holden laurence]

word count: 1.3k

“Fuck, this party is boring,” They sigh, leaning on the counter and taking a swig of their beer. They were in the kitchen of some house party, the sound of some Spotify EDM playlist thumping in the background. 

Gage glanced over, peeling away at the sticker of some off-brand beer, condensation dripping down his hands. “Yeah,” He chuckled, eyes darting to them, “We should’ve known the minute we heard this music. It’s downright tragic.” His eyes follow the curve of their smirk, searching for approval. 

‘Down, boy. Your tail is practically wagging.’

Gage quickly averts his eyes, paying close attention to the way the ceiling light hits his beer bottle. He could barely look in their eyes most of the time, breathtakingly beautiful and full of promises. But now, when they were dressed in some tight top that left little to the imagination and showed just enough skin to leave him craving for more, Gage feared bursting into flames if he looked at them too long.

“I thought that parties now would be better than those booze-fests in high school but God,” They sigh, running a hand through their hair, “This is somehow worse. It smells like sex and artificial fruits everywhere.”

“That’s the vapes, I think. All the rage nowadays.” 

They wrinkle their nose, “Fuck, that must be it. God, I can’t believe I got dressed for nothing.” 

“I mean you look good,” He nervously forces out, taking a swig of his beer to fuel his confidence, “And maybe I could, uh, give that outfit the attention it deserves. Could think of a few ways to make it worth your while. Upstairs, maybe.” 

They return the look with a surreptitious smile and throw back a sip of their own beer, letting the question linger in the stale, suddenly too-quiet kitchen. “Yeah? And just what do you intend to do to me upstairs, mister?” 

It’s a game they play, sometimes at a frat party, sometimes when they message him in the middle of the night to come over, and they spend the hour making “small talk” before they inevitably end up in bed again. Always playing coy, dancing around what they really wanted. Teasing him and pushing him until he took the final step. It made Gage’s head spin. 

“Oh? You want me to say it here? In the kitchen?” He feigns disbelief, placing his beer bottle down, placing it on his chest in astonishment, “You absolute heathen!”

Mocking, joking, in an attempt to break the blatantly brewing sexual tension.

He’s still learning to get over his people-pleasing propensities, learning to ask for what he wants directly and accepting the consequences. But it’s a work in progress, and when faced with his friends-with-benefits that he’s not in love with, his resolve crumbles and all he knows is to beat around the bush, to laugh off any sense of intimacy between them, to hide any semblance of yearning on his part. 

“Hmm,” They smile, enigmatic as the Mona Lisa. Putting down their beer and moving to face him, they crowd him against the countertop, pressing their barely covered chest to his, eyes slowly dragging up, lingering, very pointedly, on his lips before meeting his gaze, “Me? A heathen? You’re the one who’s been staring at me all evening, don’t think I haven’t noticed.” The words whispered against his lips, softly, their lips grazing against his for the briefest of seconds before pulling away, like it was a secret only for the both of them. 

Cause at the end of the day, that was all it was, wasn’t it? They were each other's dirty secret, whispered under the loud music of a frat party, said in the silent looks sent across the room. And Gage was fine with that, really, he was. The physical satisfaction of feeling them close to him, sending waves and waves of pleasure coursing through him, sneaking out of their room even before the sun had risen, hiding away in closets and watching them flirt with other people, just for him to end up in their bed again. He was absolutely ok with that. 

That’s what he tells himself, at least, as he surges forward, closing the distance between them with one hand cupping their face, the other dropping down to their waist, removing any semblance of space between them.  

They move in tandem, lips moulding and bodies pushing against each other. God, they tasted good, like beer and passion and wanton lust. He was addicted to the taste, addicted to them, their hands roaming his body, their body grinding against his. An erotic display of bodies moving against each other, grasping desperately where they could, tiny gasps and moans entirely too inappropriate for the back of some frat boy’s kitchen.

They part, eyes still closed, his lips desperately chasing theirs. “Shall we, uh, adjourn to the bedroom, my liege?” Even now, even when they’ve made clear their desires, will he continue to hide the hopeless pining of his heart. Because this isn’t what he wants, not really, no matter how much he lies to himself, tells himself otherwise.

He wants to kiss them because he wants to, wants to kiss them over morning breakfast, wants to be greeted with their sweet smile when he comes home from work, wants to learn the quiet, intimate, inconsequential details of their everyday life, wants to become so intertwined with them that he teetered on the very edge of losing himself. 

Most importantly, he wanted them to love him the way he loves them.

But that’s for another night.

For now, he revels in their breathless chuckle, letting them pull him through the throngs of drunkards into some random’s bedroom. There, they push him onto the bed, grinning deviously as he lets out a quiet oof before climbing on top of him and continuing their heated kiss. His hands move to tug at their hair, swallowing the groan that falls from their lips while they move to slip under his shirt, cold hands against his warm body making him shudder. 

“Watch the hands,” He breathlessly warns as they part, even as he quickly pushes his sweater over his shirt, “Oh- fuck- wait, my sweater uh- a little help please?” They snort, breaking the mood momentarily as they carefully manoeuvre his sweater over his head. 

“Ok, ok quit laughing, asshole,” He complains, tugging at the hem of their tight shirt, “C’mon, off. S’not fair I’m the only half-dressed one here.” 

“Wait.” They mutter, moving their head down to press a light kiss to his neck, forcing a gasp through Gage’s lips. They continue their assault on him, pressing soft kisses all over his body, marking him, smiling against his soft body as he falls apart under their ministrations. 

And maybe one day, Gage will ruin this perfectly good arrangement, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week. But for now? For tonight? When they’re worshipping him like this, sweet praises falling from those kiss-bruised lips? When their hands are pressed against his sweaty body? Gage will tell himself that maybe, just maybe, they feel the same way he does, that they want him the way he does. 

That maybe their heart also threatens to burst when they hear him laugh, that they search for him in every room without even meaning to. That every joke they tell is just to hear him laugh, that every love song seems to have that one specific line that so perfectly describes him, that they have a secret playlist for him that they listen to in the dead of night. That every kiss they press to his body is an admission of love, of adoration for his entire being. 

He lets himself forget, momentarily, that this is all a dream, that in the morning (if they even stayed that long) this would be over; that the love and ecstasy he feels is only a means to an end for them, a temporary distraction for his aching heart. 

For tonight, he forgets. 

[stormbreaker-290]

In other news:

[akechis-special-case]

Sometimes I feel like as if I am in a creative overload. I have so many things I want to write (and draw but mostly writing for lore reasons) yet I always sit there and debate what first.

Right now my brain is fighting to expand on my P5 fic lore (aka the one for Lukanja) by starting to plan and write one of their Confidants or continue the P4 fic or go on an all OC thing or doodle a bit. Oh, and I wanna continue noting down the lore for that one AU before getting to the desgins for it.

I cannot decide. I want to show off so much (including several own characters) but I only have so much time! And my head is always spinning on what to do next!

[drpicklesart]

so I had the idea for something like this a while ago, but last night I walked in on my sister watching those compilations of stuff just. getting crushed in a crusher and I knew what I had to do.

[somegrumpynerd]

I have a scene in my head that I wanna explore in my truce au but I have to draw so much first to get there so here are scribbly contextless doodles in the meantime

[toxictac]

Welp, took a bit of time but i finished with the drawing (somehow)

Sooo for context i been kinda relapse into fate brainroot, due to 1 finishing fate zero and 2 getting fate go to work in my pc... so i kinda decided why not and with some random generator stuff decided to make and oc

So here she is Silvia Winfree and her servant durga,i think it turn pretty nice but i might do some digitilisation and other stuff with her since i have some ideas for her

Also i am going to yap about this gal for a bit if you excuse me (i spend a day researching stuff of fate and irl i need to put the brainworms somewhere)

So first off, this gal as i said is Silvia (as in nature of forest/ queen of nature) Winfree ("wini" as friend in old german and "free" as in the english word, aka friend of the free), is part of the Winfree family, a the fourth generation of magus family that specialises in astrology, specificly in regards with the magical effects of outside forces of space (like commets, asteroids, moons, ect.)

Originaly the Winfree family was part of the more religiously incline Winfried, a magus german family suspected to be active since the holy roman empire as astrolgoist and clerics. This family while a magus family due to their unique history keep tight ties with the holy church as direct protectors of "the peace of god", helping the church as mercenaries and assasins in service of god However in 1985, the next in line to be the lead of the Winfried family fell in love with a woman outside the creed, this eventually left this man and others like him to migrate to the americas, separing their ties with the Winfried family changing their surname intecionaly to Winfree as mockery of their original family name

The Winfree family established themselfs in Argentina Rio negro, there they begain to take to the land, stablising a very renowned fruit company, mostly known for their apples, in there the new magus family would take a more agnostic desire to undestand the stars and a much more free form view of magus, setting freedom as the paradigm of their philosophy The winfree family due to their previous connections with the holy church had a hard time fitting in the magas associaton, tho due to the fact they posses some of the knownlage of their previous family some menbers were allowed on the clock tower, while not outstanding they did get quite the reputacion for their multiphased spells and their help in research in the astromy deparment, tho due to their belive of "freedom" had mix relations with the menbers in said deparment, despite this over the fourth generations they have become quite the part of the deparment of astrology

Silvia Winfree was born 1984, tecnicly the second in line her brother stand out of his possition (this is normal in the Winfree family due to their general polocies of individualaty and freedom) making her the lead of the house of Winfree, however she always is quite the controversial figure in her family, despite being an execellent magus and her suprising innate talent to simply spells to conjure them faster and accident an early age and a faithfull encounter made her a christian beliver, due to this part of her family while acknolage her capacities despises her due to her religuos affiliations and how they echo old wounds of the separation of the main family Still Silvia has take it in strive, being quite a talented mage and her blatan lack of self awareness socialy has made little to divert for her own goals, taking the mantel of head of family very seriously, going at the age of 16 to the clock tower (even tho she was tecnicly not invited yet, but it didnt matter much to her), since then she study as much as she could trying to perfect her family (and secretly her own) magical abilities

However there is something more to this entusiam, in her faithfull life or death encounter she learned of the holy grail world, unknown to her family she has dedicated herself to learn as much as she can of it, in the ideal of participating in the next holy grail war She belives with the power of the holy grail war she could recrated a litteral bing bang of magical energy, bringing the age of myth back from the past, this is because ,despite respecting the rules of the clock tower, she belives all human should be able to do magic, because to her magic is the means of which one defies their destiny (their *fate* if you will)

While in my mind the Holy grail war she is a part of hasnt happen, she is destine (ironicly), to summon durga which she would have a complicated relation to (a destructor god meets a mortal that wants to defy gods and is intrincly facinated by life, so you know toxic yur-)

Andddddddddd that more or less it, sorry i ramble for like 10 years, i need it to get out of my system