#I really like the first drawing. why does he look like that?

[dantes-jacket]

Picture perfect

Dante x fem reader

Author notes: request #10!! You’re bored so you ask Dante if you can do a makeup look on him and he agrees. This has so much fluff, this is so cute (he’s so cute)

Today is a chill day with no responsibilities lined up. Even though you wish for days like these, you can get bored quite easily. To cure your boredom you decide to test out new makeup look.

You enter the bathroom to grab your makeup bag and head downstairs. You know if you’re going to try a new makeup look you should have more space and a bigger mirror to look into compared to your compact mirror. But you want to be by your boyfriend. Dante’s been all over the place recently so it’s been hard to sit down and enjoy his presence. Since he’s finally here and to stay for now you want to be around him as much as you can.

He’s quietly sitting on the couch cleaning and taking care of his weapons. You sit down at his desk and pull out all the stuff you need. You think about a look to do when you’re suddenly hit with an idea.

“Dante?”

“Yes baby?” He turns his attention from his weapons to you.

“Can I do a makeup look on you?”

“Sure.”

“REALLY!?”

He chuckles at your excitement, “Yes baby. Let me just put these away first and you can do whatever you want.”

“YIPE!”

He gets up and puts his weapons neatly away in the little armory he has. Dante then falls back onto the couch and spreads his legs giving you the go ahead to come over. You quickly rush over to him with everything in hand and plop down into his lap. His hands automatically grab your waist to hold you steady.

“So baby what’s the plan?”

“I wanna do a rock look on you.”

“Like the kind with the heavy eyeliner?”

You grin at his question, “Yes, exactly! The contrast between the black eyeliner and your blue eyes should make your eyes pop.”

He smiles at your excitement, “Well then, go ahead.”

You dig in your bag for your headband. You find it at the very bottom and pull it out. You slip it over Dante’s head and push it back so it’s holding his hair out of his face. When no stray hairs are in your way you go to find your eyeliner.

Dante reaches up and touches the headband and feels little bumps on the headband top. “Uh why is there bumps on your headband?” He questions.

“Oh it’s suppose to look like panda ears.”

He smirks, “I like pandas, now I can proudly say I am one.”

You giggle while tilting his head back a bit. “Okay you have to stay still for this so I don’t poke you in the eye with my pencil.”

“Wait you’re drawing on me with an actual pencil!?” Eyes blown wide by hesitation.

“No! It’s an eyeliner pencil…”

“Oh… yeah right I knew that.”

You roll your eyes and murmur, “Yeah sure.” He pinches your side and you wiggle in his grasp. You send him a look and he immediately stops his actions. You once again tilt his head back and begin.

You start at the waterline because you know that’s going to be the hardest part. You gently put some pressure down on him while coloring his water line. You try and go as quickly as you can so he doesn’t squirm or blink his eye. Which is proving to be difficult.

After shimming under you, you place your hands on his shoulders to stop him. “You gotta stop moving handsome or I’m going to accidentally end up hurting you.”

“But my eyes are so watery from not blinking.” He whines.

“I know but the quicker you let me do this part the quicker it’ll be over.”

He relents and stops moving. You then take the opportunity to keep going. You just have a little bit more of the waterline to color then you’re done with that part. You go closer to the corner of his eye and make sure to get the little inside corner. With that you finished step one of the eye look.

You ask him to close his eyes and he does so without question. You quickly draw a line across his lash line and bring it further out past his eyes to create a wing. You then reach your finger up and smudge it to give it that faded edgy look to it. Step two done.

You then ask him to open his eyes again and he does so without fail. You then draw a thick line under his eye and bring it up to connect to the wing you just made. For a second time you bring up your finger and smudge the line to create the same look you just did on top. You pull back a bit to look at your masterpiece. You were right with your claim from earlier. The black eyeliner makes his eyes POP.

You jump up and down a bit under you feel a firm send of hands slam you down. You focus more on Dante’s whole face instead of just his eye and you see him looking directly at you. “As much as I love you bouncing on me, if you keep doing that you’re never going to finish this.”

You flush at what he’s implying and you just slowly nod your head. “I finished your eyeliner look on that eye. I just have to do the mascara then I’ll do the other eye.”

Dante lets out a low hum to let you know he understands. You grab your mascara and quickly put it on both set of his lashes. You once again look at your masterpiece and grin ear to ear, “It looks great! Time to do the other eye!”

You quickly copy the look on the other eye and Dante actually doesn’t budge one bit. He must be use to it or he’s just zoned out. You lean back and compare both eyes and make tiny adjustments so they perfectly match one another.

Dante asks if you’re done yet and you explain to him you still have to do his face makeup. He doesn’t put up a fight but you can tell he’s getting a bit antsy. He can never sit around in one spot for too long, he always has to be doing something. With that you quickly put on concealer, foundation and powder. He already has perfect and smooth skin so the makeup doesn’t really add much but you’re having a lot of fun putting this on.

That’s also why you think Dante isn’t complaining about sitting here for so long. He knows he’s been gone a lot recently and he’s seen the toll it has taken on you. The thought of cutting this moment short and potentially upsetting you makes him unsettled. Even though it’s starting to get uncomfortable for him sitting here for so long, he’ll let it happen if it means you’re happy.

“Okay last part. Open your mouth slightly.”

He raises an eye brow but does as he’s told. You lightly put some clear lipgloss on him to tie together the look. You hand him your tiny compact mirror and he looks at it. He lets out a long whistle, “Damn baby it looks really good.” He brings his hand up around his eye to lightly feel it and look at different angles of it.

“Wait!” You hop out off of his lap and dart upstairs. You push open the bedroom door and go to your nightstand. You open the top drawer and pull out a camera you have. You slam the drawer and rush back down stairs. You grab Dante’s hand and pull him off the couch.

“It’s picture time!” You hold out the camera and jump up and down.

Dante walks to the opposite side of the room and starts doing poses. He does different rock poses, he plays the air guitar, and dances. You two are laughing and smiling uncontrollably while doing this photoshoot. Your camera definitely is filled with photos of him now but you don’t mind. You know you’ll keep these photos and memories close to your heart.

Dante then takes the camera from your hands and holds it up. He turns it around so it’s facing you two. He pulls you into him and takes a photo. He then moves his hand that was lower on your body to the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss and takes a picture of that too.

Dante lowers the camera and throws it on the couch and uses that free hand to deepen the kiss. The kiss is a bit sticky because of the lipgloss you put on him. You can’t help but love the feeling though. Any time you get to kiss Dante it feels like you’re having your first kiss all over again. He’s never one just to do a simple kiss and leave it at that. He always has to deepen it and have it last awhile.

You two separate and you look at his lip. You laugh when you see the clear lip gloss is spread all around his mouth now. You stand on your tip toes and raise your hand to wipe off the excess lipgloss that isn’t on his lips. He smiles at your actions and at your delicate touch.

After you wiped it off you go and grab the camera and look at the photos. Dante comes up behind you and pulls you into his embrace. He sets his chin on your shoulder and watches you go through all the photos. When you go through all of the photos of him you take your time looking at the photos of you two. You both look so happy and in love. You wouldn’t trade these photos for the world.

“We should get these printed.” Dante voices.

“For sure. I can out tomorrow and do that.” You quickly agree.

“Sounds perfect baby,” he gently whispers before kissing your temple. “But print the one of us kissing a couple times. I’m putting one in my jacket so I can look at it when I’m away from home.”

You turn to face him with the most excited face he’s ever seen, “I love you.” You confidently state.

“I love you more baby.”

@moon-cakiie this was so fun to write! Hope you enjoyed it :)

[heyimkana]

Now I want to know how their confession went in pillow talk, please 🥹🥹

girlllll (gn) what if i told you that the confession happened on the same night he asked her to marry her 😭💀

here, have a super, fluffy drabble! 🥰

Sung Jinwoo lies in bed, one arm lazily draped around his wife, the other tucked under his head. The room is quiet, save for the soft rustle of sheets and the gentle rhythm of her breathing. She’s pressed against him, her cheek on his chest, fingers absentmindedly drawing circles over his skin.

The warmth of her body, the steady rhythm of her breathing, and the faint scent of her shampoo lull him into a quiet sense of peace. He could stay like this forever.

“You know,” he murmurs into her hair, voice rich and low, “I’ve been thinking about that night.”

She hums sleepily, her fingers idly tracing patterns on his chest. “Which night?”

“The night we first said ‘I love you.’” His tone turns fond. “The same night I asked you to marry me.”

She blinks and pulls back slightly to look at him, her eyes wide. “Oh my God. I still can’t believe that happened on the same night!”

He laughs softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah. I had it all planned. I found that spot in Japan by accident during a raid. It was secluded, but the sky was so clear, so beautiful. I knew how much you loved stargazing, so I took you there.”

“You were so sweet that night,” she smiles, remembering. “I didn’t think you’d be the type of guy who’d do picnic dates, but you went all out for me, didn’t you? Cooked me all my favorite food. Had a blanket and some music ready for me. Gave me some roses. When you took my hand and we slow-danced through the night… I thought I was in a movie for a second.”

“I was nervous, so I went a little overboard, I think,” he admits, a sheepish edge to his smile.

She strokes his cheek, her gaze loving. “You were perfect.”

“And you looked… breathtaking,” he nearly sighs in reverence. “That white dress, the way you styled your hair, the way you smiled—everything about you that night was just so… I had no words then, and I still have no words now.”

She titters. “Well, you were never really good with words to begin with. But I got it, honey, don’t worry. I’m the goddess you worship,” she jests.

“You really are,” he replies, nothing but sincerity on his face. “I was going to propose. Everything was ready. But then you beat me to it.”

She groans, face flushed. “Stop. I don’t want to remember it again.”

He laughs, turning to face her more fully, hand sliding up to brush a lock of hair behind her ear. “Why not? You were so cute.”

“I was so emotional.”

“That’s why you were so cute. Tears in your eyes, voice shaking, calling me every pet name under the stars. I was this close to asking if you were drunk.”

She sulks, poking him on his chest. “I was vulnerable because my boyfriend at the time never told me he loved me!”

“I’m sorry,” he laughs quietly, taking her hand to land a playful, apologetic kiss on her knuckles. “I really thought you knew how I felt.”

“No, I didn’t! At least I wasn’t a hundred percent sure. And I didn’t expect you to just suddenly propose! You never gave me any signs, never told me you loved me, and then suddenly… you pulled out a ring? A huge diamond ring? Like, who does that?”

He chuckles and tucks her closer. “I’m a very spontaneous man, Angel. I figured I didn’t need words when my actions could say it all.”

“You always say that.” She rolls her eyes, affectionately. “But back then, I was terrified, Jin. We’d spent so many nights together, but you never said a thing. I thought… maybe it was just physical for you. That I was the only one falling.”

His smile softens, and he cups her face gently, his thumb brushing her cheek. “You didn’t have to be scared, Angel. I was already planning to marry you since we went on our first date."

"What?" Her jaw drops. "And you still didn't tell me you loved me?"

"I was just… waiting for the right moment.”

“Uh-huh. And that moment just happened to be after I confessed like a sobbing mess?” she teases, narrowing her eyes.

“Hey,” he laughs, feigning offense. “Your confession was beautiful. Dramatic, yes. Tear-streaked, definitely. But beautiful.”

She groans again and hides her face against his chest. “So embarrassing.”

“I thought it was lovely. You were brave. Precious.” He kisses the top of her head. “But did you never realize it before then? Like, at all? I thought I was being obvious.”

“Obvious?” she echoes, raising a brow.

“Yeah, I mean… I cooked for you."

“In exchange for me doing the laundry.”

“I cleaned your apartment.”

“We lived together.”

“I fed Mr. Whiskers when you went on a business trip for a week.”

“Well, you couldn’t just let it starve to death.”

“Oh, believe me, I wanted to.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” He looks away, sweating. “Uhh… I took good care of you after we had sex?”

“As you should. You wrecked me.”

He chuckled proudly to himself, and she pinched his nose, hard.

“I took good care of you when you were sick.”

“Honey, that’s called being a boyfriend.”

“I took you out on dates.”

“Okay, now you’re just pissing me off.”

He laughs, the sound warm and deep, the sweetest melody to her ears. “Okay, okay. I admit it. I was terrible at saying it. But I felt it. Every touch, every look—I thought it was all saying it loud enough.”

“Well, I wanted you to tell me.” Her pout turns prominent. “Still can’t believe you didn’t say it even once while making love to me. Honestly, now that I think about it, it’s kinda rude.”

He smirks, eyes glinting. “Making love to you was my way of saying it without words.”

“Oh, you’re so annoying,” she says with a light shove. “That’s not how it works, mister. There are words that need to be said. Here, listen. I love you. See? Very simple, very easy. You should try it sometime.”

“Do I look like a toddler to you?” he asks flatly.

“You’re worse than a toddler. At least kids say it all the time.”

“Maybe, but I mean it more.”

At the sight of her sighing exasperatedly, Jinwoo titters again, wrapping his arms tighter around her. “I’m sorry I made you doubt, Sweetheart. I’ll say it more now, promise. I’ll whisper it every morning, every night. I’ll kiss you more, hold you longer. I’ll make sure you feel it, hear it, know it.”

“You will? Even with how deadpan you are?”

“Yes, even so,” he says, mimicking her tone playfully. “I may be quiet, but I’ll show you in every way—through touch, through how I hold you, through everything. And yes, I’ll say the words too. If it makes you happy.”

“It will.”

“Well then, that’s settled. You matter to me, and you deserve to hear it as much as feel it.”

“Good,” she says, a satisfied little smile on her lips. “I’m glad we sorted that out.”

He rolls his eyes but can’t help the amusement from showing on his lips.

“So?” she says, and waits.

“So what?”

“Say it.”

He swallows. “N-now?”

“Was that—” She bites back a laugh. “Oh, wow, you’re embarrassed.”

“I’m not,” he scoffs.

“Darling, your ears are so red.”

“It’s—It’s cold—I’m cold.”

“We’re literally cuddling under the blanket and I’m a second away from sweating, but okay.” She tilts her chin high, smirking. “Prove it then. Tell me you love me.”

Jinwoo scrunches his nose at that, but he takes it as a challenge. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself. “If you laugh at me—”

“I’ll join your shadow army. Go.”

He sighs again, but he brings his forehead to hers, his nose brushing gently against hers. She can feel his heart pounding beneath her palm, but she makes no comment. She already enjoys his struggles as it is.

“I…” He starts slowly, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed. “I love you.”

“Why are you saying it like it's killing you inside? Again."

He distances himself for a bit, squinting his eyes. "You are extra demanding today, aren't you?"

"And you're stalling. Go."

"Fine." He takes another breath. "I love you," he says it, softer, more heartfelt and she grins.

"See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” She simpers, patting his cheek like a proud mother. “Now, do it again.”

“Again?”

“You promised you’d say it more! Whisper it to me every morning and every night. Kiss me more, hold me longer—”

“Okay, okay.” He clasps his hand over her mouth, realizing only now just how embarrassing his lines were before. “I love you.”

“Mm, that’s better. Again.”

“How many times are you going to—”

“As long as it needs to until you get used to it. Again.”

He holds back the urge to pinch her cute little cheeky face. “I love you.”

“Put your heart into it.”

“I am. I love you.”

She turns devilish. “Again.”

It’s contagious, the joy—the hilarity that permeates her face. So much that he finds it growing on his lips, too. “I love you,” he says, much more naturally this time now that he’s gone past the initial awkwardness.

“Yes, so much better now. Again.”

“I’ve been in love with you since the first moment I saw you.”

“Ooooh, that was nice,” she giggles, practically kicking her feet. “Okay, now be creative about it.”

He shakes his head in amusement but complies. “I love you,” he says it earnestly, kissing her forehead softly, lingering. “So much that I’d rather fight with you than laugh with anyone else.”

Her eyes flutter closed as her glee swells in her chest. “Be poetic.”

A blush rises back to his cheeks. “I love you like… like a lost soul loves a light in the dark.”

“Honey!” She gasps, landing a hand on his chest, utterly impressed. “That was so good!”

He grins, his pride stroked wonderfully. “Yeah, you liked that one?”

“Mm, yes. Don’t do it too much, though. We don’t want to be too cheesy here.”

“Oh, you're so—What do you want this time, Princess?”

“Keep it simple, but… Kiss me more.”

Well, that one is certainly easy.

Jinwoo kisses the tip of her nose. “I love you.”

“Again.” Her voice takes on a sing-song tone, teasing.

“I love you,” he says against her cheek.

“Again, again.” She’s beaming now, practically glowing.

“I love you,” he whispers, lips trailing down to her neck. "I love you, I love you, I love you." He presses a kiss to her collarbone, her pulsating vein, nipping lightly at the skin, savoring the small shiver he draws from her. “I love you so damn much, Angel.”

Now satisfied, her hands find his face, pulling him in for a kiss full of fire and affection. “I love you, too.”

He deepens the kiss slowly, gently. He can feel her body melting closer into him, her free hand reaching up to hold onto his neck. He slips his tongue into her mouth, sensually gliding across her bottom lip. He wants to savor every moment, every second of this kiss. He keeps his kisses soft and sweet, his movements unhurried as he worships her lips. His grip on her is tight and firm, as if he never wants to let her go.

When he finally pulls back, leaving her breathless, Jinwoo brushes his lips over hers again and murmurs, “I understand why you love hearing it so much. I’ll never get tired of hearing those words from you, too.”

“Right?” She chuckles, a little dazed. “Want me to say it again?” Her mouth grazes his neck, her breathing hot on his skin. “While I leave my mark on you?”

He groans softly at that. Jinwoo tilts his head, letting her kiss along his throat, his voice a rumble. “Yeah, do it.”

But of course, being the smaller menace in the household, she giggles and snuggles into his neck, playfully, purposefully tickling him. “I wuv you, Sung Jinwoo. Forever and always.”

A laugh bubbles up in his chest as he buries his face in her hair, heart full. His fingers stroke through her hair with reverent affection. “Forever and always. That’s a promise.”

She pulls back just enough to smirk at him. “So… do you want to show me how much you love me now?”

His expression shifts into something darker, more mischievous, as desire flashes in his eyes. “Oh? You think words aren't enough now?”

“Some idiot once told me actions speak louder, you see.”

“Hm, I wonder who that was.” He slides his hand to her chin, tilting her face toward his. His gaze is locked on hers, voice dipping low. “Then I guess I’d better show you—right now—exactly how much I love you. Physically.”

His words spark electricity on her skin. “Our baby is sleeping, though, so we should keep our voices down.”

“Can’t promise you that, love,” he says, rolling her to her back, spreading her legs apart from him. “You got your way with me before. Now I’m going to do whatever”—he dips his head low, his lips opening and closing around the supple flesh of her thigh—“I”—they move higher—“want”—higher—“with”—closer—“you.”

He finds her core, mouth clamping tight, tongue darting out, tasting, exploring, devouring and—

Yes.

He’s definitely going to make her scream tonight.

***

[pmegranatefl3shdyke]

some lico content for yall since i havent actually draw him (in my style) in a long while (partially inspired by this post)

my reason as to why licorice cookie gets bigger tits is simply: he likes them. but also because i personally feel the horns and devil tail from the original costume are just magic illusions (like toh maybe?) he put on himself to look more intimidating. the big tits are apart of that, except instead of trying to look intimidating with them, he justs wants to look hotter? i guess? this design is just a joke but if i really did ever use it this would be the reason. does any of that make sense?

this was such a pain to draw honestly. conjurer is my fav costume but its so complex to me.. and this is my first time drawing it.... needless to say i will never torture myself like this again LMAO

edit: added a doodle i forgot to include lol.. then removed it because it made the post ugly ill just post it separate atp

[sillygoofyqueer]

AUGH AUGH AUGH AUGH [sounds of me dying the longer I go without writing about the mad scientist AU] Nie Huaisang has just received a message written in blood via a crow that does NOT look alive, likely from Wei Wuxian due to the reference of what his sect is like, similar to how he first approached Nie Huaisang with a message. He isn't quite sure what to do - he should go to his brother at least with this information, but he is very busy planning the war with Lan Xichen and Nie Huaisang doesn't want to cause any more stress for them. So! He instead goes to Lan Wangji, who is, as always, helping out in the medical tents whenever he's not on the battlefield. Instead of saying anything that could draw attention to the situation, Nie Huaisang just waves him over and then shows off the yin filled - almost definitely dead - crow, before gesturing for them both to leave the medical tent. Lan Wangji goes without question.

Nie Huaisang shows him the message and is like "so uhh I'm pretty sure this is from Wei Wuxian." "Why is it written in blood?" "he's in the Burial Mounds, you can't expect him to have ink." Lan Wangji concedes this point, and wants to know why he is being told this, so Nie Huaisang explains that to have a batshit insane Wei Wuxian on their side would be very damn useful. Issue is, they need to find the Wen siblings and Xue Yang and get them to safety in order to get his support in the war, and Lan Wangji is great for field missions during this lull in the fighting. It's not like Nie Huaisang is going out!! He works best behind the scenes, after all.

Of course, Lan Wangji is more than desperate to make up for the mistakes he made by not attempting to help Wei Wuxian when he first had a chance to, so he goes out of his way to hunt for the Wen siblings and Xue Yang, chasing down information in a way that is basically like what he was doing during those three months in canon. He finally learns that they are in the supervisory office of Yiling, and goes on over there to collect them - and take back Yiling in the process. Yes, there is a thought of how close Wei Wuxian really was to his family all along, but it's overshadowed by the realisation that they need to explain to Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen what's been going on while they've been busy plotting and planning to save the Jianghu.

Lan Wangji makes the executive decision to bring it up during a meeting, and there is varying degrees of skepticism to the news. Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen are open to the chance of a changing tide in the war, plus they owe Wei Wuxian the protection of his family after they so carelessly overlooked him before he was thrown into the Burial Mounds. Jin Zixuan is like "I said right from the start that he was brainwashed, but nobody believed me!" so he's willing to take the risk of harbouring three wen associates if it means being proven right through the powerhouse that could be Wei Wuxian. (I should explain that they believe that he must be pretty powerful right now because one, he's actually survived in the Burial Mounds, and two, he's had previous work with resentful energy, he had to be getting up to some kind of work in the hellsite.)

Jiang Fengmian is like "I don't know all that much about him, but he did save Jiang Cheng's life, and he's the son of my bestie" but Yu Ziyuan (who is obviously there because why wouldn't she be) is NOT having it. Why would she? She's a hater. She's saying all sorts of insults n shit, but Lan Wangji basically left the moment he got assent from all of the actual sect leaders, so it's all for naught in the end. Lan Wangji is too busy showing up to the supervisory office in Yiling with a small group of soldiers, kicking ass and taking names like there's no tomorrow. Xue Yang, who is quite rabid at the moment, is watching the carnage and being like "I'm going to fucking kill anyone who touches Wei-gege's notes" while Wen Ning and Wen Qing are getting ready to escape. Lan Wangji catches them in the act but is like "we're here to help" and shows them the note that the crows sent.

The lads (Wen siblings + Xue Yang) realise that Wei Ying is alive and go through so many different emotions but they don't have time to unpack all of them - Xue Yang wants to go into the Burial Mounds himself to collect Wei Ying, but Wen Qing shuts that down. They don't know how Wei Ying survived, and they have no clue if Xue Yang would survive. It's best to just let Wei Ying come back to them, like a stray puppy. Xue Yang does not like this, so Wen Qing instead gets him with a needle and Wen Ning carries him along, used to this turn of events. (Yes I have decided that Wen Ning is the shy but sweet brawns to his older sister's brains. He's not not smart or anything, I just think it'd be neat.)

Meanwhile, the crows are watching all around because they're in Yiling, and they report back to an anxiously awaiting Wei Ying, who has been pre-emptively gathering an army of resentful spirits who could find closure in fighting and violence and death. He's helping them all be chill through a gentle melody session, and the Burial Mounds is dragging more spirits into Its grounds to help out Its precious son! Wei Ying learns that his family is not only alive but close to him, and is simultaneously kicking himself while also thanking the Gods that they are alive and they're going to be safe in the grasps of the Sunshot Campaign. With that knowledge handed to him, he feels a lot calmer as he squares his shoulders, pushing all the pain to the side and focusing on the army of resentful spirits he has created.

Oh, the Wen won't know what hit them.

[floralcavern]

https://www.tumblr.com/communities/critics-of-the-helluvaverse/post/782804402529583104/tw-for-assault-i-think?source=share

I just found all this out, and I am beyond furious. Everything makes disgusting sense now. The way Vivziepop refuses to acknowledge the abuse dynamic in Stolitz, the way she rushes to defend Valentino a literal rapist and how she brushed off a fan who related to Blitzø’s trauma? That’s not ignorance. That’s not bad writing. That’s someone who’s into this kind of shit. Stop sugarcoating it

She was drawing sexualized art of her underaged OC Addison back in her Zoophobia days, who was paired with an adult. Let that sink in. And the absolute worst—she deliberately brought someone with a known rape fetish to storyboard for a sexual assault survivor like Angel Dust. The playlists are non-con. This isn’t “dark storytelling.” It’s fetish fuel and it’s bleeding into the show, and people are still defending her? This should absolutely be part of the conversation when talking about Stolitz and "ValAngel"

Why the fuck isn’t this talked about more? Why is this not common knowledge? Survivors have spoken out saying Angel Dust’s portrayal makes them uncomfortable—and what does Viv do? Nothing. No accountability. No listening. Just more bullshit dressed up as “representation”

I’m sick of seeing her get away with this under the guise of “queer art” or “edgy humor.” Vivziepop has a massive platform, and she’s using it to normalize abuse dynamics and sexual violence through stylized animation—and her fans are still defending her like she’s some misunderstood creator

This should be everywhere. These screenshots, these receipts, this truth—it all needs to be shoved into the spotlight. She loves arguing with fans online? Great. Throw this in her face. Expose it. Stop letting her hide behind a fandom that worships the "aesthetic" and ignores the rot underneath

I am done. Done watching survivors be dismissed. Done watching people call this “deep” or “meaningful” when it’s just thinly veiled fetish content. Vivziepop is not a victim of “cancel culture.” She is a woman who’s shown us who she really is and it’s past time we believe her and act accordingly

link:

I’m guessing you checked the videos in those photos? For context for those not know what they meant by ‘dark storytelling’, I asked for context for those videos. If they were noncon videos, or dark short films. I’m guessing anon actually looked into it. And.. ya. It definitely explains a lot. People have been speculating that she has a rape fetish for a LONG time now. The way she actively follows people who make ValAngel art, the way she defends Raph to the grave. If you want more context as to how Viv clearly doesn’t give a shit about SA, look at these posts

If I had the equipment, I would make a full length YouTube video going into this. This is disgusting. Share this around.

[cozymochi]

Did any of your OCs have early designs that’re different from them now? If so, do you have any remaining pics?

Oh GOD of COURSE. It’s so fucked up. Had to dig through 2023 photos and one really old Medibang file that thaNKFULLy still had some original layers left that I didn’t trash.

HORRIFIC IMAGERY UNDER CUT, and me articulating my words poorly. I haven’t done much reading lately, it seems.

Starting from least drastic to most drastic, because. It’s so weird to look back on— this was Cecils first drawn image ever, next to his final.

He doesn’t exactly look any different from how he does now aside from… I guess me being more comfortable drawing him. Oh, and his nose is more pronounced now than my previous initial cowardice. He just hit the right vibes from the start 😩 There really wasn’t much to change at all. (Even if his current render imo is also somewhat outdated, but I still use it as a reference so I guess it does it’s job. Idk why I messed up his hand so bad later, it bugs me to no end.)

BAD NEWS! Most of Emilio’s initial drafts don’t exist anymore. He was the first guy made, so whatever headspace I had is just lost now, coupled with the whole “learning to draw twst” thing. HOWEVER! I did manage to see ONE weird layer that i happened to not delete on his original render file. Just look at him next to his current form.

I’m not sure what I was doing at that point, but considering this was the only “earlier” draft layer left, I was probably honing in on what I was going to end up doing. TBH in general he was just a face for a named guy in this fic, so there really wasn’t any strong personality direction in mind for his visual concepts (even in his final). He’s a little more fleshed out now I would hope, but much like his inspiration character he kinda gets muddy sometimes. He was probably shown too early for my taste but I sure do give into pressure.

Nyoka’s initial draft is SUCH a far cry from where he ended up. I drew it traditionally so there’s just this one single ominous photo of it that i never shared ever, until, like now I guess. He changed significantly compared to the others. At first I was veering much closer to a… sycophant snake henchmen type…? He was like, small, skinny and kind of a crazy freak.

LIKE WHO EVEN IS THIS GUY? WHO IS THAT! Besides, there’s already a crazy snake freak in a hoodie-blazer combo at school.

Either way, he had no progress until for whatever reason until a month later. I randomly had a “but what if he was like… an academic type in Savanaclaw?” then the floodgates just FLEW open (and was also just a better twst-energy parallel). Throw some glasses on? ✋Cinema.✋Even his second redo attempt, while it certainly was closer to where I would ultimately end up later that year— is still pretty different compared to the final, aside from stylistic shifts since twst wasn’t nearly as much of a hassle to draw by that point. “MAKE HIM HANDSOMER!!” *BREAKS IKEMEN BUTTON*

There’s a reason this stuff takes me a year to do (or more, even) 😭 SOME KNOCK IT OUT RIGHT AWAY, others take a second wind or more. I’m sure for everyone aside from Cecil there were MORE iterations, but I no longer have them. It’s weird. Cecil was technically made last chronologically, but Nyoka wasn’t in his “final form” until after he was made.

And even then because I’m fickle, I still end up adjusting and shifting minor aspects. BUT!! FOR THE MOST PART!! I think everybody is in a state of equilibrium. There was borderline no art of any of these guys beyond basic reference stuff prior to publicizing. So, that’s as deep as this goes 💀

Tia was made before all these guys of course, but I kinda showed that off a little on some other ask I currently cannot find.

BYE

[otakudragones]

Laito Sakamaki

As a Boyfriend

• At first, it’s teasing. A lot of teasing. He calls you "Little Kitten," "Bitch-chan," or some silly nickname to fluster you.

• But there’s a shift. When he’s serious, his eyes soften, and the teasing becomes gentle.

• He watches you more than he touches you — observing everything about your body language.

• Is scarily intuitive: knows when you’re lying, when you’re sad, when you need quiet.

• He’ll flirt with others to get your attention, but if you genuinely look hurt — he stops immediately.

• Laito shows love through attention: he remembers your favorite book, the way you hold your cup, what songs calm you down.

• The moment you show him consistent care, he becomes possessive, but in a “I’ll follow you to the ends of the Earth” kind of way.

Imagine:

You fall asleep while reading.

Laito covers you with his coat, kneels beside the couch, and whispers:

—How unfair… you're even more beautiful when you're unaware.

As a Husband

• He’s surprisingly domestic — loves brushing your hair, folding clothes with you, walking barefoot through the house late at night.

• Cooks only occasionally, but when he does, it’s absurdly good.

• Still flirts, but it’s softer now — more “you’re my everything” than “I’m trying to get in your head.”

• Will randomly appear behind you and hug you with a smirk:—Did you miss me, wife-chan? I missed you terribly.

• Gets genuinely scared when you're upset with him — he hates rejection more than anything.

• He listens. Like, really listens. He remembers conversations from months ago.

• Will literally sleep on the floor outside your bedroom door if you kick him out.

Imagine:

You come home late, tired.

He kisses your hand and says,

—Welcome back to my arms, where you belong.

As a Father

• Laito as a dad is complicated. He never imagined himself as one, but… once it happens, he’s obsessed.

• He spoils the kid rotten, but also makes sure they know when he’s being serious.

• Reads them gothic fairytales in a dramatic voice, voices included.

• Super affectionate. The type of dad who kisses his kid on the forehead and calls them “little star.”

• Protective to a fault — heaven help anyone who threatens his child.

• Keeps little mementos — locks of hair, drawings, tiny socks.

• May cry the first time they call him “papa.”

Mini Scene:

Child: “Why do you always call me your star?”

Laito: “Because you were born in the dark… and you shine even brighter.”

In General

• Loving Laito means accepting the thorns with the rose.

• He will test you, push you, even hurt you emotionally (sometimes unintentionally)… but if you stay — if you really see him — he becomes deeply devoted.

• Will call you “his” a hundred times a day — not out of ownership, but fear.

• Being loved by Laito is chaotic, healing, overwhelming, and intoxicating.

• He becomes soft in private, laying his head on your chest like a lost child, whispering,

—Don’t leave. Please don’t leave.

Mini One-Shot: “The Real Him”

It was storming.

You found him on the balcony, drenched, eyes vacant.

—Laito, come inside.

—Do you think I’m disgusting?

You blinked.

He smiled. Not his usual grin — something broken.

—If you do… it’s okay. I just want you to lie to me.

You walked forward, held his face.

—I love you. I don’t have to lie.

He collapsed into your arms, trembling.

—I… really didn’t think someone like you existed.

Traducción

Como Novio

• Al principio es solo juego. Mucho coqueteo. Te llama “gatita”, “Bitch-chan” o algún apodo raro solo para incomodarte.

• Pero cuando se pone serio… sus ojos se suavizan, y las bromas se vuelven ternura.

• Te observa más de lo que te toca — nota cada gesto tuyo, cada cambio.

• Es peligrosamente intuitivo: sabe cu��ndo mientes, cuándo estás triste, cuándo solo quieres silencio.

• Puede coquetear con otros solo para provocar celos, pero si realmente te hiere, lo deja al instante.

• Demuestra amor con atención: recuerda tus libros favoritos, cómo tomas tu taza, qué canciones te tranquilizan.

• Si ve que lo cuidas de forma constante, se vuelve posesivo. Del tipo que cruzaría el mundo por ti.

Imagina:

Te quedas dormida leyendo.

Laito te cubre con su abrigo, se arrodilla a tu lado y susurra:

—Qué injusto… eres aún más hermosa cuando no te das cuenta.

Como Esposo

• Sorprendentemente hogareño. Le encanta cepillarte el cabello, doblar la ropa contigo, caminar descalzo por la casa en la madrugada.

• Cocina de vez en cuando, pero cuando lo hace… lo hace perfecto.

• Aún coquetea, pero ahora es más suave, más “eres mi todo” que “quiero jugar contigo”.

• Aparece de repente para abrazarte desde atrás con una sonrisa pícara:—¿Me extrañaste, esposa-chan? Yo a ti, terriblemente.

• Se asusta de verdad cuando estás molesta con él — teme al rechazo más que a nada.

• Te escucha. De verdad. Recuerda cosas que dijiste hace meses.

• Si lo echas de la habitación, dormirá afuera de la puerta sin quejarse.

Imagina:

Llegas tarde, agotada.

Él te besa la mano y dice:

—Bienvenida de nuevo a mis brazos. Tu verdadero hogar.

Como Padre

• Ser papá no era algo que imaginaba, pero cuando sucede… se vuelve loco de amor.

• Mima demasiado al niño, pero también le pone límites con ternura.

• Le lee cuentos góticos con voces teatrales.

• Súper afectuoso. Es el tipo de papá que da besitos en la frente y llama a su hijo “estrellita”.

• Protege con fiereza — que nadie se atreva a tocar a su hijo.

• Guarda recuerdos pequeñitos — dibujos, mechones de cabello, calcetines diminutos.

• Puede llorar la primera vez que le digan “papá”.

Mini escena:

Hijo: “¿Por qué siempre me llamas tu estrella?”

Laito: “Porque naciste en la oscuridad… y brillas más que nadie.”

En General

• Amar a Laito es amar la rosa, pero también sus espinas.

• Te probará, te retará… incluso te herirá sin querer. Pero si te quedas, si realmente lo ves como es… te será leal hasta el alma.

• Te llamará “mía” mil veces al día — no por posesión, sino por miedo.

• Su amor es caótico, sanador, abrumador… adictivo.

• En privado, se vuelve suave. Apoya su cabeza en tu pecho como un niño perdido y susurra:—No te vayas. Por favor, no te vayas.—

Mini One-Shot: “Él, de verdad”

Llovía fuerte.

Lo encontraste en el balcón, empapado, con la mirada vacía.

—Laito, entra.

—¿Crees que soy repugnante?

Parpadeaste.

Sonrió. No su sonrisa habitual, sino una rota.

—Si lo crees… está bien. Solo quiero que me mientas.

Caminaste hacia él, tomaste su rostro.

—Te amo. No necesito mentir.

Se derrumbó en tus brazos, temblando.

—Jamás pensé que alguien como tú pudiera existir…

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

hi! I saw somewhere that Jason is manipulative. Would you want to write him with a nerd reader? Maybe where he's like. An extra bad person?

Ooh yeah, Jason's darling being a nerd would certainly bring out an...interesting side of him. I hope this lives up to expectations!

Yandere! Jock With A Nerd Darling

Gn! reader

Warnings: Yandere character, gaslighting, sort of stalking, Jason makes mean comments, manipulation, emotional manipulation, Jason's a bad boyfriend, he's also really obnoxious, jerk mentality on Jason's part

divider credit goes to: @k1ssyoursister

Yandere! Jason who never would have seen himself with someone like you, not until he ended up in a class with you, anyway. He'd never been one to interact with the nerds (or the losers, as he liked to call them) during grade school, not even to bully them. He simply pretended they didn't exist, minus the odd rumor here and there. That little habit of his didn't change much once he got to college, especially with how much bigger crowd was around him. He had his crowd, and the introverted smarties had their own. There was even less reason to keep them in his mind than before.

Yandere! Jason who doesn't think much of you when he ends up sitting next to you in class one semester, on the first day of the class. It's a rather packed class, and he did arrive late, but he doesn't really care about the less-than-stellar seating arrangement. It's not like he knew anybody in the class anyways, so why does he care who he sits by? You clearly won't bother him, nobody with a brain would. If he's lucky, he'll be able to skate through the class without needing to do any groupwork.

Yandere! Jason who's quite pissed when he finds out that he is going to do group work, enough so that it's a rather large part of his grade. At least he's paired with someone who looks relatively smart. He'll just have you do all the work and he'll claim his grade. If you oppose that idea? Well...he'll cross that bridge if he gets to it.

Yandere! Jason who thought he'd hate being paired with a know-it-all looking loser, forced to listen to longwinded rants about lord knows what while he nods off into his laptop. He's surprised to find that you aren't like that, not really. You're smart, he can tell just by briefly interacting with you, but you aren't overly obnoxious about it. You'll spit out information when you need to, but for the most part you keep to yourself, doing your work quietly. Plus, you end up doing his portion of the work without complaining once it's clear he won't be doing it, so it's a total win for him! He gets a free grade, and he doesn't have to worry about some annoying groupmate!

Yandere! Jason who thought that would be the extent of your relationship. And yet...as each class passes, he can't help but look forward to the next one, where he gets to see you again. You don't speak much, but every word you do say has some sort of allure to it, drawing him in with every syllable. It doesn't help that your easy on the eyes, although a style switch up wouldn't kill you...

Yandere! Jason who slowly begins initiating conversation with you, mostly teasing, joking remarks. His occasional comments turn to regular annoyances that go on as the class progresses, never ending in their frequency. You don't respond most of the time, but your occasional protests are like music to his ears, filling him with an even greater desire to hear your sweet voice. If only he could get to know you better...

Yandere! Jason who slings his arm around your shoulder one day, casually chatting you up while you walk back to your dorm. He talks about everything and anything with you, mostly teasing still, being obnoxious as always as he asks you about yourself, probing for answers. You can try all you'd like to go anywhere else than where you live, but he'll just keep harassing you until you let him walk you to your dorm. He will find out where you live, regardless of your willingness to tell him.

Yandere! Jason who uses his newfound knowledge to harass you even more, not just during class. He'll figure out your schedule just to be able to catch you as you're leaving for class. Lord knows you're not going anywhere else. And don't try to change up your schedule so you can avoid him, because he will figure out what you're doing.

Yandere! Jason who would have laughed if a couple months ago, you'd told him he'd be paying so much attention to a nerd like you. It's not so funny now, not when you've made him utterly infatuated. Even he doesn't understand it. Why would someone as inconspicuous as you catch his eye? You're not like the models and athletes he's used to dating, you've got nothing particularly eye catching about you, so why does he crave you so badly? Is it because of your soft genuine nature, so unlike the prissy suck-ups he's surrounded by constantly? Is it your unconscious anxiety around him, turning you into a shy mess of a human whenever he speaks? Maybe it's the taboo nature of the relationship, a hunk of a guy like him with a pathetic teacher's pet like you?

Yandere! Jason who's unsure of a lot, but he knows one thing: you're too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Yandere! Jason who actually begins being a little nicer to you as time goes on. He'll drag you get you into the best parties on campus, he'll get you little gifts he thinks you might like, he'll even start complementing you more often. Of course, you aren't doing the most with your looks and he'll make sure you know that, but he offers to help you out, so it's not too meanspirited! If your what he's got to work with, then work with you he will. he'll make the perfect partner out of you yet.

Yandere! Jason who doesn't take long in asking you out, despite the jibes and jeers from his friends. They know of you, it's hard not to when Jason's been dragging you everywhere with him, but he doesn't care. He'll have you, no matter what his friends say. They'll like you soon enough.

Yandere! Jason who's ecstatic when you say yes, not that he expected any different. It's not like you had much choice either, with him publicly asking you out in front of his gang and all. Now he can really start getting to work on you.

Yandere! Jason who starts off slow, at first. He'll let you get used to the relationship before doing anything rash, slowly warming you up to his touch and affection. His obnoxious teasing doesn't let up, but rest assured, he'll make you feel loved and safe. He'll prove he can be a good boyfriend to you, if you'll let him. How can he expect to help you in any way if you don't trust him in the first place?

Yandere! Jason who gives it a couple months, implementing tiny, miniscule changes as he does so. Integrating you into his friend group little by little, getting you articles of clothing he'd think look good on you, asking you on more public dates every time you two go out. You don't notice anything, and he's grateful for it. It'll make the next transition much smoother.

Yandere! Jason who begins to get a little meaner after a while, though not by much. In fact, you could be misinterpreting things, conjuring up issues that don't actually exist. That's what Jason says, at least. What do you mean, he's getting more pushy about the clothes you wear? he just thinks you would look nice in the outfit he bought you, is that so terrible? What are you talking about when you say he's been making jabs at they way you talk and act? he's just been making harmless comments, what's wrong with that? Seriously, are you feeling ok? You're reading way too into things, this is normal in a relationship.

Yandere! Jason who knows you believe him, and he knows it's driving you crazy. He's not stupid; he's seen how your demeanor has shifted. You've started suppressing the little traits he's made comments about, consciously forcing yourself to behave in a manner he said he likes more. You've ditched most of the unflattering clothes you used to wear when he met you, changing your wardrobe to fit his tastes more. You've stopped talking about your more nerdy interests once you figured out he won't pay you any mind, staying quiet as he shows you what his actually interesting hobbies are. You're still nerdy, but he's changing you little by little. Just like he planned.

Yandere! Jason who can feel pride swelling in his chest as he sees how different your becoming, how pliant you are. He knew you'd be easy to shape to his liking, he knew you'd follow his lead, but it's still beautiful to see the fruits of his labor unfold before him. Of course, he still loves you, he always has. Even when you were still a nobody, he loved everything about you. But he needed to make you change, he needed to! Not only for himself, but for you. How was he supposed to carry on dating you and leave you as you were? You were a loser, a nobody, someone who only managed to catch his eye by pure chance. For the sake of his image and yours, he had to help you.

Of course...I does help that you'll listen to whatever he has to say, isn't it?

Yandere! Jason who does feel a bit bad for you. You've changed a lot of your personality for him, a personality he was rather fond of. He can see how quiet and depressed you've gotten since getting with him, and in a way, it breaks his heart. Still, it's for the best, he knows it is. He's opened up so many doors for you, surely you'll learn to adapt to his changes, right? He still loves you, you know that, right?

Yandere! Jason who knows you're still a nerdy, shy person at heart. But he can change that. He can break you down until you're everything he wants you to be, rebuilding you as his own perfect partner. You're still a work in progress, but that's ok. For you, he can be patient.

He can be patient.

I hope you enjoyed!

[can-a-tuna-fish]

Oh god there’s two of them. Everyone hide.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

what if (only if you want to btw) you draw charles holding baby erik (the one someone sent in the asks)

who put his ass on baby duty

[royaltea000]

cannot STAND this guy

[chibishortdeath]

I love making Simon my personal dress up doll <3

These are a bit old now, it’s been in drafts for a while cause I forgot about it, but eh.

Random explanations under a cut for funsies—

First one is pretty standard Simon fit stuff, belts armor, a tank top, boots with the fur, etc. Inspo mostly came from just looking at random pictures of belts on Pinterest and finding one with a cool like flail head on it! Which is just neat in general, I’d imagine Simon would probably find it convenient to have the different end attachments for the whip to be easily switched out, so yeahg sure he’s got it on his belt now lol. I tried looking through my boards to find the belt image but I think it may have gotten deleted :(

This one is an outfit I ran into that said “draw ” thing, also saw it on Pinterest, but it took a bit to track down the original artist of it: the artist is “ HEAVEN . “ on Pinterest, also @/luffydguzzler on Twitter. Hopefully drawing Simon and not one of my OCs in this outfit was alright, unfortunately when I ran into the post it was from someone on Pinterest who straight up stole the artwork (;_; ). That being said, if I find out that this is against any boundaries at all, I will take this drawing down. But related to the art itself, I drew him in it because the outfit ratio fit him perfectly. Tight shirt, something on the lower arms, midriff showing, tiny skirt, belts, furry chunky boots— these are all combinations he’s had in his designs before. :3

This one I also just saw a little caplet thingy on Pinterest and went “wow he’d look cute in that” and yeahg. I actually have a Pinterest board that’s entirely for random clothing I think he’d wear! Which is such a uh very normal about a character thing to have 💀.

He’s working out— POV you are Simon’s sparring partner (he’s very happy about it) (also you’re about to get kicked you might wanna block tha— oh no eee— on your left— ooo aaa oof yowch yikes—). Anyway I feel like I made his head a little awkwardly small in this hmmm. Either that or I took the photo of it at a weird angle. But yeah now you have seen Simon with leg warmers, you’re welcome!!!

[disposal-blueeee]

from this thing lolz

ty to @cherry-207 for the idea !! XPP

vargas by zarla-s

[yepmadness]

“The Ghosts at the window echo all our quiet Prayers…”

Yeah so, there is definitely a theme of loss/grief this season, and the different ways of addressing and dealing with it. Of acknowledging it. And how it changes over time. These aren’t even all of them (clearly, I mean, Arthur died too—I’d count John understanding himself as like a rebirth) I just picked three I thought fit with the lyrics from “The Garden” by the Crane Wives.

[moeblob]

OC OTP. Just a prince (Ego, the ginger) and his wonderful energy alien fiance (Serenity) who he doesn't know is an energy alien. Ego also doesn't know that the future marriage is never going to happen and he's been lied to his whole life.

[numberonetribble]

Stuck at my mom's house until the 27th, can't finish the comic I was working on until then :( here's a rough Cowboy!pinup sketch of Bumblebee and some Breakbee + Piston angst: