#I’ll draw it one day maybe

[beheadable]

*crude stick drawing of Izzy and Minister, Izzy is frowning and Ministers gaze is wide and unsettling. They are both holding swords and covered in blood. Written above them is “the wives”*

An. Idea. I suppose

[xaelatailchomp]

Nagakage backstory cuz I should write it down somewhere.

A lot of it is honestly me fumbling because I didn’t know the lore and creating backstories for those accidents lmao.

I honestly think it’s only interesting to me cuz idk. This stuff will probs only be used if I RPed lmao.

Warnings: unedited, magical transition (incomplete), will probs be edited the more I learn about the lore of this game tbh

(977 words)

—

The baby Xaela was discovered by an old couple in Yanxia when they found it cradled in the arms of its wounded, unresponsive mother. They tried to help her but it wasn’t long before she succumbed to her wounds, having shielded her newborn from what seemed to be an attack on the merchant caravan she was travelling with. From talks with survivors, the newborn’s father too had perished trying to protect the caravan.

The child had no name, anyone that could have known had been slaughtered in the attack. The couple, named Okeya, gave the child theirs and a name they held onto, waiting for the kami to bless them with a child that never was.

The child spent less than five years with them in Yanxia until Garlemald succeeded in taking over Doma. The family Okeya, consisting of two elderly and one small child were given priority to board the boats, seeking refuge where they could.

They found refuge on the outer fringes of thanalan, amongst a small commune by the sea, where they kept to themselves. But it wasn’t long before the Patriarch Okeya found himself a widower.

Age was catching up to the dwindled family Okeya, their child only eight summers old before the lone patriarch could feel his mind going. Once a man of the sword, he taught the child everything he could remember, using sticks because Eastern blades were uncommon in this land. He taught the child the differences between Au Ra and Hyur, knowing not much of the Xaela himself, only that the child’s mother had been clad in yellow and that yellow was of the Oronir. It wasn’t long before the child was left alone.

Children fending for themselves weren’t an uncommon sight in Eorzea, especially in times of war, Thanalan is no different. The Xaela child grew alongside other orphaned refugees, relying on the kindness of strangers before that became infeasible as the war grew worse and many more refugees found themselves on Thanalan shores.

The child heard of Ul’dah, the towering jewel of the desert, but kept away where the other children dreamed of robbing the rich merchants that found home there. There were trade routes ripe for exploiting where they were, and the family Okeya never ventured farther than where their roots had been replanted.

And the Xaela child lived in fear. The child’s body wasn’t growing right, already taller than the midlander women they’ve grown up around, scales darkening farther than the other Xaela girls the child’s age. He was growing up an anomaly, but that anomaly was good. Because if he bound his chest and took on a variation of his father’s name, he would be given a blade and hired into the local mercenary group, almost taller than their shortest midlander man.

It was when his growth reached a plateau, nearly as tall as a Highlander man, that Nagakage considered doing something about it. He had spent his puberty as a man and found it fit him better than girlhood ever did.

He’s been hearing whispers of an underground potions trader, who’s been working on a product that could change the faces of those running away from the law. There’d been japes over tankards that it could enhance things where they mattered, ragging on the only man in their company that’s managed to keep a steady woman no matter how many times the couple fought.

Nagakage hunted down this man, giving an excuse that he needed to hone his strength alone and away from distractions. Though his sword skills were merely passable, he was known for being able to hold out on his own, so the mercenary troupe had waved him away, with no one bothering to volunteer after him. Their numbers had grown steadily over the years and though he knows he would be welcomed back if he were to return, he will not be missed. Alone on the fringes of Thanalan, he found his man and struck a deal with the alchemist.

He worked as the man’s errand boy and bodyguard as the potion he required was tested and perfected on his body. The process was slow going and Nagakage frequently found himself waking abed, body aching, having to recover from the side effects of the slow acting experimental potions. But it was working.

Nagakage found himself towering over the pale midlander Alchemist one day, and found his horns that once curled daintily forward, had now grown larger and thicker. They looked stronger now and curled inward over his face, pointed down, level with his chin, and tipped in red. His tail had grown longer too, though that had meant nothing to him. The Alchemist touched it often, measuring it with particular interest. Nagakage was possibly the only Au Ra the Alchemist had ever set his eyes on.

Though it is possible the Alchemist merely measured his tail because, even with the experiment going this far along, there has yet to be anything growing where it mattered. His body everywhere else was distinctly male, even his chest had flattened out. The only issue now was that he lacked manhood. He’d now woken up plenty of times now, sore between the legs with nothing more than an ache to show for it.

When his growth had plateaued here too, he decided to leave the Alchemist. The potion wasn’t perfect but on his errands he’d been hearing of this new underground potion that could do things better. A potion that once, rumors say, changed a Hyur man into a delicate Miqo’te girl. A fantastical potion people have been calling Fantasia.

Eyes on the city of Ul’dah, the jewel of the desert he’d once sworn off, he goes.

(Only to find later that the experiments he’d undergone had only allowed Fantasia to work for a single sun before being reverted where the changes were wanted)

[doctorsiren]

apparently this AU Stan is a favourite so here’s a couple drawings of me tryna get a feel for him

[ponpasta]

they’re in my home ruining everythig

[kyuyua]

My cyberpunky Joel design 🌸

Seven Holy Nights of Jeremy (Joel Week) Day 4: Diverging Paths

[remxedmoon]

practicing self care (projecting my stims on my blorbos)

greyscale vers below the cut!

[demonic0angel]

Story Idea

Story idea where the Batfamily stumbles upon a painting that was kept away because it's considered haunted and take it home. It has reportedly caused hallucinations, dizziness, headaches and nosebleeds, unnaturally unlucky incidents, “accidental” deaths, and much, much more, whenever one is kept in someone’s home. It's one of the Team Phantom members, but I like to think it's Jazz because she's a good introduction to the ghost craziness.

However, at night, they discover why the painting is called haunted. When night falls, the painting talks and has conversation with people, just like a regular person. At first, only Jason could see it and he thought he was going crazy until Jazz was eventually able to chat with all of the Batfamily members and says that she’s actually part of a collection. A collection of 7 paintings that were all created by her little brother for their family, which also included his portrait, and they have to collect them all or the paintings will continue to wreck havoc on the mental and psychological health of everybody around them. (The only reason the Batfamily is safe is because Jazz is a less haunted painting than the others and the Batfamily are already halfway insane).

Cue ghost and spy shenanigans as the Batfamily all have to search for the 7 paintings created by D. P. Fenton, a mysterious individual who created 7 works of art and trapped his loved ones’ spirits inside of them.

Sketches of the paintings

[merlins-strawberriesandroses]

POV you’ve informed the Queen and the Court’s Sorcerer of something and they very clearly know something that they’re not letting on

[artsymeeshee]

Been having major Stan twins feels and needed to draw out an idea I got out. I just feel like deep regrets and feelings will come out of nowhere for both and get overwhelming, sometimes they need each other’s company

[snidy]

mage viktor x au older jayce comic at 4/6 pgs, gettin’ close to done here!!!

[saixria]

24 HOURS BEFORE I GET TO LISTEN TO ITHACA SAGA MANIFESTING ODY ATHENA HUG AHHHHH

[a-stars-art-blog]

Happy Holidays to me I made a comic of these two.

Rest of the comic down below. It’s not explicitly NSFW. They’re just making out and REALLY feeling it. Pants stay on tho 👌

[notherpuppet]

I KNOW YOU USUALLY DRAWING RADIOAPPLE BUT I JS WANNA SAY I LOVE HOW YOU DRAW ALASTOR AND HUSKS RELATIONSHIP THE TOXIC OLD MAN YAOI IS AMAZING!!!!!11

I’M MULTISHIPPER AF

I know the majority of my fanart is radioapple (I just think of too many antics for them haha) but I like to travel on many ships 🚢

I am limited by my drawing hand and the hours in a day 😭

[okartichoke]

phoenix wright drawn with totk’s hero’s path !!!!

some zoom outs

i’ve had this dream of drawing something with the hero’s path ever since it released in botw,,, and now i’ve done it‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🙌🙌 letsss gggooooo

there’s also a shrine that i somehow missed ( here in red),, i decided im gonna save it to be my last shrine now lol

[orphetoon]

aichi sendou you will always be famous to me

[ashartstuff]

miscellaneous creek bc that’s all I draw atp

(memes under the cut :P)