#I have to finish all by tomorrow tho

[demaparbat-hp]

Almost

[khaotunq]

One Year of Only Friends ○ Ray Pakorn Edition Episode One ○ original air date August 12th, 2023

[xxplastic-cubexx]

chat i think im gonna be sick

(Powers of X #6)

[angelpuns]

Update on my health that no one asked for: mmmmbad

[mushroominaforest]

Mushroom 4am thought process.

The prompt was summer, so I drew an ocean. My brain was frazzled so I made it swirly and illogical. Abstract. Wheeee

Anyways let’s hope my ap art teacher doesn’t rip either of my drawings in half this time lmao.

[azaracyy]

to the next stage of our adventure! digimon survive week 2024 day 7: post-game / future personal thoughts under the cut - less about the artwork and more about shuuji and lopmon themselves. a long rambling containing major spoilers and heavy topics. will cause whiplash. proceed with caution.

other than the fact this may be boring and long-winded, cw and tw: there will be mentions of self-harm and suicide. if these topics make you uncomfortable, please step back. if you're sure, then alright. i'm aware this is a weird place to ramble about shuuji and lopmon considering the notorious highlight of their story would match the themes of day 5 (villains) and day 6 (dark & loss) better. unfortunately (ironically?) i never planned to feature them for those days, so... pretty sure i'm not the only one feeling this, but when i discovered that a good part of the fandom seems to loathe shuuji with utmost passion, even after they claimed to have completed the game, i was confused. the way his death happened and (understanding) the cause made me uncomfortable for a while, but never drove me to the point of hate... once i recovered from the initial shock, what i felt towards him was more pity, then respect (on truthful route). i feel shuuji should have been one of the most appreciated characters in survive. yet it was the opposite that happened. (between you and me though, knowing there was this discourse with the fact digimon survive is a visual novel, i'm not that surprised it turned out this way...) from my point of view, lopmon evolving into wendimon then killing shuuji symbolizes suicide, the act of taking one's own life. it was the climax of shuuji's mental breakdown, leading him to basically self-destruct, causing damage to everyone around him and ultimately himself. lopmon evolved, just like he hoped. but failed to do it like other kemonogami partners (maintaining control of themselves and fending off enemies). the next and final outcome was death, through his own partner actually eating him alive too. it reminds me how when someone thought they have prepared well for something important yet it failed spectacularly, the devastation and frustration would eat them in the same way from inside. and they probably would for one second think, "i'm better off dead". the more i pondered about it, the more it hit home, so of course, the last thing i could do is hate him, when his struggles sound similar to my own - having to rely on consistent achievements to prove your value, to feel you are worth living and not a waste of resources. the part where shuuji went all abusive on lopmon felt like the equivalent of pushing yourself to the extreme to reach your goal, to the point of neglecting your own needs. it's like a student so absorbed in their study, sacrificing food and sleep, until their body eventually snaps and shuts down for good (...this in fact happened to one of the students at my previous workplace. she was in her last year of high school. life was just about to truly start for her when her classmate informed us of her sudden death). even in truthful route where shuuji and lopmon survive that point, things aren't immediately nice and easy for him. you can see that he still has self-doubts, and what i think is impostor's syndrome. he could be making a great contribution to the team and still put himself down for having done "nothing". i have found it interesting that artists and writers tend to be especially fond of shuuji. so perhaps it's not just the matter of one's upbringing - whether you were raised in a harsh, competitive environment and/or with family with (unreasonably) high standards so you can relate more easily to him - but also whether one can see just what every struggle shuuji and lopmon went through symbolizes shuuji's mental state. out of all survive characters, i think shuuji and lopmon pulled off this thing called "surviving" the hardest, no joke. which is why i almost always gravitate to drawing them happy because that's what they deserve :') after all this, what i also would like to say is, it's okay if a character makes you uncomfortable. it's okay if you hate a character. but never, ever bring down the character to people who like them or even consider them their favorite or comfort character. if you must, do it in your own space and only with like-minded people.

[figofswords]

i know ive made myself the #1 izutsumi stan in the eyes of all of my friends and probably some of you online people but what if i became a mithrun stan. there is something about him that compels me. i just want to *clenches fist* put him on the drying rack. lovingly stick him into a tupperware for later. make him into. a broth of some sort. do you understand

[codename-adler]

i’m thinking today is TSC read day

[kanene-yaaay]

Silver and Silk (Tickletober - Day 2)

Kanene's notes: Uhhhhh not gonna lie, this one was very difficult to me jhgfdfgh the only other damnei I know is Tian Guan Ci Fu and I don't really feel secure enough of their personalities to write them so I am not v satisfied with this fic kjhgfrdfghjk but well! It was worth a shot, let's go! :D

Day 2- "Chase" (From Tickletober) and "Danmei Crossover" (from MXTXtober

Warnings: Some insect tickling, besides that, nothing I can think of. Ticklish!Lan Xichen. Around 2.000 words.

[~*~]

Lan Xichen answered the call. As he should, as he always did. He smiled and thanked the juniors for leading him to the place and dismissed them. It was an old house, well loved and well taken care of, but that exhaled such a powerful energy that it made Lan Shizui apprehensive as he reported his latest mission to him.  As one of the most capable cultivators to deal with curses and their cleaning, he went to investigate.

Walking around it, across the nearby terrain, he couldn’t find anything related with resentful energy, no traps or alarms. The only sparks of energy came from inside of the house and so Lan Xichen began making his way to it. It didn’t really felt dangerous, but if all the cursed, strongest artifacts felt so, their work would be much easier. It always paid off to be careful and diligent.

He prepared his xiao and opened the door.

… Something was watching him.

Even with the sunny day outside, the interior of the house was cold, the prickling feeling that the thing that was in this place was plentiful aware of his existence. Sparkles of silver began splatting the further corner of the room. Taking Liebling to his lips, Lan Xichen began playing a calming song, one that talked about his intentions, about peace and about moving on, even if his heart arched a bit with each note, being exposed could be a well sharpened sword.

The feeling that the place got a little warmer wasn’t ignored as he stepped closer to the artifact, the sunlight coming from a window and illuminating what seemed to be a long string of white fabric that was adorned by multiples silver butterflies extremely similar to the ones used for communication by the Jin Sect. One of them shot quickly in his direction, barely giving him time to dodge. More and more got up from the fabric and followed the first lead and suddenly he saw himself surrounded by them from all sides.

It was not safe to draw his sword. Powerful artifact could easily connect through weapons to the yielder’s qi and, if it was not strong enough to chase it away, his core could get easily drained, only making the artifact stronger. Lan Xichen could feel how much older they were, being here much much earlier than his birth, it would be no good to make this bet.

At the same time, as much as the house was cozy, it was small and his maneuvers were being impacted. With decision, he ran back to the yard, dozens of butterflies flying right after him, throwing themselves at his face, arms, trying to reach anywhere they could touch. Twirling, jumping, contorning himself in anyway he could to not be harmed, Lan Xichen began infusing more qi to his song, the calming, reassuring song becoming more insistent, more direct.

In between the dance of white of his own robes, he didn’t realize as a part of it became astray and flew to his direction, only realizing his mistake as one end clung to his wrists, tying them up to his chest, forcing the song to end before he could . 

Lan Xichen ceased his movements as the butterflies stopped mid-air. In sync, Liebling and Shuoyue began vibrating. His eyes widened as the cloth began vibrating in a slightly different tune. His breath caught. It was tempering with his weapons. He could use Liebling and, with a quick, strong push of qi and a precise enough sound he could try to cut the fabric, but if it took ahold of them, he didn’t think he would’ve time enough to even send a signal for help.

Then, all the three of them went quiet. The cold that had been clinging to his skin disappeared. The butterflies continued to fly on the same place, not attacking further. One of the ends of the cloth freed itself and turned in his direction. Lan Xichen felt strangely seen.

Perhaps it was sentient?

He didn’t had much more to lose.

“Can you understand me?”

The fabric tilted in what seemed a nod, got closer. He tried to not think too much about it wrapping on his neck and giving him a quick end. Usually, he was well attuned to intentions of artifacts and until now there hadn’t been any stronger push of vindication towards him, still, they did attack. Maybe it was well hidden.

“I apologize for trespassing into your home, it was rude of me.” True. Of course, announcing his presence would be absurd and he would do exactly the same if he were to repeat the ambushing, but he can acknowledge his lack of manners on it. Especially if it could led him to understand better the object in front of him. “I am Lan Huan, courtesy name Xichen.” The fabric tilted downwards and poked his sleeve, attention no longer held in him. Lan Xichen couldn’t say if this was a good or bad sign. Was it offended for his white robes and looking for an equal sentient path of fabric? Or was it offended?

“I came in the name of the Gusu Lan Sect, as their Sect Leader.” He felt silly explaining it. His sect was one of the Grand Four, anyone would look at his forehead ribbon, his guan and know exactly who he was and where did he came from. He had no way of knowing if this artifact was alive before his clan was even formed, however. “And I do not wish to bring harm. There were reports of a powerful force being found in this home, so I thought it was wise to investigate.”

The butterflies began circling him, flying with no hurry and fluttering their wings in the sunlight, which made him tense. However, the grip around his wrists loosened and the fabric appeared once more in front of him, bouncing twice before turning from one side to another. Lan Xichen hummed in the same tone Wangji did when there was a social cue he should step in but decided not to. Both affirming and denying, neutral enough to pass.

It seemed enough. With the corner of his eye he could see a braver butterfly getting even more closer to his side, almost behind him. As the end of the white silk shot up to into its direction, it brushed softly on his neck.

Maybe it was the adrenaline. The anticipation that has been following him all along.

Lan Xichen giggled.

And felt the silk and butterflies stop and stare directly at him, the still tingly, tickly sensation dancing all across his neck since he couldn’t even use his hands to rub it away.

Another brush. This time more purposeful, curious, deliberate scratching the soft fabric on the skin. Xichen squeaked and widened his eyes. 

The butterflies got closer.

Lan Xichen ran.

Trees and blurs of colors passed in flashes of light. He kept his breath controlled as he dodged each obstacle, not wanting to overdo and feel exhausted so soon. He jumped, dodged, made sudden turns and twists in the hope of distracting them away. Huffs and puffs of snickers still spilled from his lips as the fabric still clung to him, teasing his control with prodding and soft brushes across his neck. His steps continued trying to escape, even if everytime he looked behind and saw the sea of silver following him he felt the giggles getting harder to control and the silk double its efforts to make him stumble. He snorted at a particularly bad scratching under his chin.

It was wise to keep running around the forest, not skittering too much into it, both to evade being guided to a trap or throwing himself too deep into an unknown path. There was a wide smile in his face and heat on his cheeks. Leaves crunched under his foot and branches broken in a way that would make his uncle complain about his careless steps, talking about how they continued to alert his opponent where he was going and making him repeat the lesson until it was recorded in his mind.

It was very difficult to focus on that, however, when every light tickle of that silk reminded him how bound he still was, how at each look behind the butterflies got closer and closer to him.

“Nohohoho!” An undignified snort that Nie Mingjue loved to tease him about escaped from his lips as the tickling changed to a series of  poking and rubbing until there were more and more snorts mingling in his giggles. “Whyhihihihi.must you continuehehehe!?”

Soon he would be caught. There was no saving plan forming in his mind and the the butterflies naturally had an advantage, they were small, they didn’t have to dodge as much as him and, mainly, they weren’t being thoroughly distracted as he was, right now. One of them flickered its wings behind his ear and made his giggling evolve to a frantic squeak, especially as another butterfly took care of his other ear.

The white fabric gave the spot under his chin a last scribble before worming its way to his armpits and drilling, Lan Xichen squawked and stumbled and fell on the grass with an uncharacteristic ungrace. He hadn’t time to think about this, however, before all the other butterflies finally reached their target, seeming to only be fuelled by each one of his reactions. They were on his ears, his neck, even walking and fluttering their ethereal wings non stop over every line and corner of his hands, chasing the most ticklish spots like hunters and honing them with precision until each one of their movements kept sending him tiny, unbearably light and soft tickly shocks. 

Lan Xichen tried to momentarily squash his face on his shoulder, lips pressed shut as squeaking yelps and crackling giggles bounced excitedly on his tongue pushing for their freedom.

The white silk, seemed much offended to no longer being able to listen to his laughter, only the smalls huffs and quiet snorts that managed to escape from him and descended to his highest ribs, pressing down and vibrating like it was fighting for its life.

Loud laughter filled the air. They held no words or sense, all giggles, snickers and squeal floating freely between the trees, and nothing more, just a single cultivator on the ground squirming and hugging himself without even realizing he was already unbound. There was a giant smile on his face as they jumped from a spot to another. Ruoye was literally vibrating in excitement! Such a lovely laughter he hand, such adorable reactions!

A few pokes on his rubs on his ribs and he would start squirming from side to side, a little squeezing on his sides and there would be funny squawks filling his laughter, some digging and scratching on his tummy and then high giggles would take over. Even his elbows! When his sleeves had show this free path of skin and a few butterflies started tickling it he began squeaking softly and running to cover his mouth. How delightful! He was almost as ticklish as his master and Ruoye couldn’t deny being impressed by it.

How could humans just go around with their lives being so ticklish? Probably the reason why this cultivator used so many layers of robes, the poor human couldn’t even walk without a gush of wind making him fall on the ground with laughter. 

Ruoye got up and saw the glistering of water on the corner of his eyes and waved for tickling to stop. Then snuggled on his chest and it still shook with his last giggles. Maybe it should talk with his weapons again before they had to part their ways, acquiesce that their human was really truthful in his intentions as their promised, perhaps share a story or two about silly humans and their silly ticklishness. It could wait a bit, however., the lull of the cultivator taking deep breaths only to fall again into a quick bout of tittering even if they had stopped attacking him for some time already being fun enough to distract it for a little more.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

fuckfuck fuck i need to make more physical crafts i need to create tangible things that i can hold with my two hands and put it somewhere i can See It and think Wow. I Made That.

[thekingscourtroom]

I would never miss international sabo day

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY CRUNCHY LITTLE GUY

[fly-sky-high-arts]

have an art WIP cuz it's a big one!

[morrigan-sims]

The other post was getting long, and this is a different sword, so here you go:

I actually fucking finished a mesh edit!!!!! Well, at least the meshing part. This thing has parts from three different sword meshes. Tomorrow it's on to texturing hell. I've never textured anything before in my LIFE, and I just know it's going to be miserable, lmao.

Especially since I assume I'm going to have to make a new uv map and I don't know shit about that. But I at the very least need a texture for renders, and this sword is low-poly enough that I could probably make it an in-game accessory too.

[biscuityskies]

to catch a fallen star, to hold it in your hands

"Does it bother you at all?" Cody asks, slipping an arm around Obi-Wan’s waist and pressing a sleepy kiss to the underside of his jaw. "The blue sometimes going away." As Obi-Wan looks himself over in the mirror, the surface level changes pale in comparison to the gold of his eyes. He tugs down the stark white robes and wraps a jet black belt around his waist, clips his saber to it. Golden eyes meet brown in the mirror as he leans back into his lover’s touch. "No," he says simply, a smile on his lips. "It reminds me that I have you." 

for day 5 of @codywanweek! this covers both Sith AU and established relationship >:)

[seumyo]

we’re cooking with this (bnha oc insert RAAGH 🦖)

[todayisafridaynight]

daigo-gets-trolled kinda fuckin panel