#I'M ALMOST DONE

[emperorofthedark]

[dementialmaiden]

homework

[brain-rot-central]

All aboard the "Astarion needs to bite when he comes" train. 🚂

edit: the fic is here!

[mysticmiav]

AAAA am alive guys!!! Haven't posted anything new for so long cuz uni has been keeping me busy and I'm slowly working through comms & projects✍️

Am close to finishing so!!! Hopefully I'll be back to posting soon🖤

[darcydarlingdabbles]

WIP Wednesday~

Preview of the At Autumn's End Sequel - At Mid Winter

Fluffy snowflakes drifted past the frosted window of the forensic professor’s dimly lit office, creating a mesmerizing dance in the amber glow.

The walls were lined with dusty bookshelves and glass jars filled with strange specimens, casting long shadows that seemed to pulse with life.

Alastor stood by the window, his tall frame blocking out most of the light as he turned to face Lucifer. His hand rested warmly and confidently at the small of Lucifer's back, their closeness adding a sense of comfort in the otherwise eerie atmosphere.

Lucifer's nose was filled with the scent of old books and leather mingling with the faint aroma of Alastor's cinnamon cologne.

His eyes darted nervously around the room, taking in the towering bookshelves and the imposing mahogany desk that dominated the space.

“Well, Professor Morningstar," Alastor purred, his breath ghosting Lucifer's ear and making him shiver. “Shall we begin our little…extracurricular activity?”

Lucifer's pulse jumped.

Alastor's hazel eyes gleamed with mischief and promise. It was unfair, really, how good the windswept brunette looked.

Cheeks sort of flushed, hair perfectly disarrayed, and a few snowflakes still clinging to his round wire-rim glasses.

"I…I'm not sure about this, Alastor," Lucifer stammered, desire warring with nerves in his chest. "Aren't professors usually the ones in control?"

"Color, darling?" Alastor asked, stroking Lucifer's hip.

"Green. I'm green. Just…this is new for me."

Alastor's lips curved. "I know. That's what makes it exciting. Trust me?"

"Always." Lucifer searched Alastor's face—so confident, so in command. Slowly, he nodded. "Okay. I'll try."

The younger man had done so much for him, made him feel things he never dreamed he could. The least Lucifer could do was indulge Alastor's fantasies.

"Good boy," Alastor praised, making Lucifer's knees go weak. "That's all I ask," Alastor said, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. "Now, Professor, about those grades of mine…"

The blonde may not know how to play a professor, but he knew exactly how to submit to Alastor's desires.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

He squared his shoulders, meeting Alastor's heated gaze. "Now, what was it you wanted to discuss about your performance, Mr. Le Blanc?"

Alastor's smile sharpened. He stepped closer, crowding Lucifer back against the professor's desk. "Oh, I think you know…sir."

Lucifer swallowed hard, his heart pounding as Alastor invaded his space. The younger man's presence was overwhelming as ever, his gaze intense and unwavering.

He thought, after a few weeks, he’d get over it. That the effect Alastor had on him would dull over time—but it was only magnified every time his lover looked at him.

Lucifer fought the urge to lower his eyes, to submit. He was supposed to be in charge here.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean," Lucifer straightened his posture, trying to embody the role of the bookish professor. He cleared his throat, adjusting his sweater nervously. “Your grades are exemplary. There's no reason for you to be here outside of office hours.”

Alastor's eyes glinted with mischief as he took a step closer, invading Lucifer's personal space.

"Oh, but Professor Morningstar, I think there's plenty to discuss. Surely there's something I can do to…improve my standing?"

Lucifer shivered, his body responding to Alastor's proximity, to the promise in his words.

He placed a hand on Alastor's chest, intending to push him away, but instead his fingers curled into the fabric of Alastor's shirt.

"Mr. LeBlanc, this is highly inappropriate," Lucifer protested weakly. "I'm your professor. We can't—This conversation is inappropriate."

Despite everything in his body that screamed to give in, he ducked around the younger man looming over him.

He crossed the office, grabbing for the door handle, pretending to open it.

“In fact, I’m going to have to ask you to leave—”

In a swift motion, Alastor pressed his hand against the door, effectively trapping Lucifer between his body and the wooden surface.

Lucifer's breath hitched; all doubt that Alastor wouldn’t be taking lead in this scene evaporated right out of his mind.

"What if I offered you something in exchange?" Alastor purred, his face mere inches from the older man’s. "Something…mutually beneficial?"

Lucifer knew he should protest, maintain the facade of the stern professor, but Alastor's proximity was intoxicating.

"You're far too intelligent for such tactics, Mr. LeBlanc," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

A slow, predatory grin spread across Alastor's face.

"Why, thank you, Professor. But perhaps I haven't made my intentions clear." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Lucifer's ear. "It's not just about the grades. It's about you…Professor Morningstar."

Lucifer was supposed to be resisting. He knew that. He should be telling the audacious student off.

But every time Alastor leaned over him like this, caged him in, he wanted to melt into a puddle.

The blonde tried to maintain his composure, to stay in character.

"Mr. LeBlanc," he began, his voice wavering slightly, "This behavior is entirely unacceptable."

Despite his words, Lucifer made no move to push Alastor away. His body betrayed him, leaning ever so slightly into the warmth radiating from his lover.

Alastor's eyes sparkled with amusement, clearly seeing through Lucifer's weak attempt at resistance.

"Is it, Professor?" he murmured, one hand coming up to trace the line of Lucifer's jaw. "Because I think you’ll be very interested in what I have to offer."

Lucifer's gaze darted around the room, taking in the shadowy corners and the bizarre jars lining the shelves.

The soft patter of snow against the window seemed to echo his racing pulse. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice.

"I…I don't know what you mean," he stammered.

Alastor leaned in closer, his lips barely brushing against Lucifer's ear. "I've seen the way you look at me during lectures, Professor. The way your eyes linger when you think no one's watching."

Lucifer's resolve was crumbling rapidly.

He could feel the heat of Alastor's body, the strength in his arms as they caged him against the door. The room seemed to shrink around them, the air growing thick with tension.

"Alastor," Lucifer breathed, forgetting the pretense for a moment. "We shouldn't…"

"But we want to," Alastor finished for him, his voice low and husky. "Don't we, Professor?"

Lucifer's eyes fluttered open, meeting Alastor's intense gaze.

In that moment, all pretense fell away. The role of the reluctant academic dissolved, leaving only raw desire in its wake.

I am...so sorry to cut it off there but that's the first 1,000 words RIP. Also...12 chapters...some are cute, a few are Christmas family drama, and half are smut Happy Holidays~ XD

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[milliesfishes]

guys should I post the 12 days of christmas today

[k-chips]

Currently drawing Furina and Neuvillette getting the hugs they deserve after the Archon Quest.

[nuttersincorporated]

Random lore from The Villains Lair

Scar and the hyenas guard the castle

Before the events of Beauty and the Beast, Gaston fought in a war. He has boasted about sleeping with war widows in the village after the war ended. Gaston might be the reason they were widows in the first place. He has claimed that he was teased as a young child for being small and when he grew big, he hunted down the people who laughed at him for fun and sport.

Ursula has or had Maleficent’s wings

Maleficent throws shade on everyone while still respecting rank. She is rarely offended when people do it back and is much more likely to find it assuming

Evil Queen killed Snow White’s father and Lady Tremaine killed Cinderella’s father

Anastasia and Drizella feel the need to compete over everything and constantly put each other down. They think marrying well is the only important thing. They will fawn over a man and argue about which of them he should love, even as he sings about how men are always superior to women and should be willing to change everything about themselves to please men.

Maleficent will call out misogyny when she hears it

Sanat is in the dungeon being tortured by Oogie Boogie

The Queen of Hearts is just sort of there. The other villains want specific things, she just seems have fun yelling about beheading people. The others tolerate her but don’t respect her.

The face in the Magic Mirror is often watching things in the background when the villains are talking, even when Evil Queen isn’t around.

Ursula can appear in the Magic Mirror when she wants to

Ursula has stolen someone’s – possibly Ariel’s voice – again

Despite everything; Rapunzel, Cinderella and Snow White would still like to have a good relationship with their respective abusive mother figures.

Frollo hates most of the villains for being women or magic. However, he seems to have a soft spot for Prince Hans.

[sharkrocket]

Me: An ask about Daniil crying? Let me bang out a drawing real quick, I know exactly what to do

Also me: Takes a month to carve out a 4 page comic with full render color and landscapes (with a scrapped 5th page because I'm bad at drafting and layouts)

PAIN

[drawsdenfiles]

30. Past

[theirloveisgross]

someone should have told me jinx was a louie.

i would have watched arcane sooner!

[conradforrest]

I have nothing to say, at least I finished the main cities, but I have to digitise Nirsk, Cherrywood and a fancanon city that only applies and appears in the lore I have for Kolechia

Anyway, I'm not really sure what role they would play either, so for now I think I'll just stick to personality

Mergerous: he is the capital and the most socially and culturally closed, he is relatively friendly but if he can avoid unnecessary interactions he will do so. He gets on well with the other capitals, but with Paradizna he finds it difficult to empathise

Skal: he shares a border with Arstotzka, so it is easier for him to empathise with Arstotzka and his cities most of the time. Sometimes he takes on the role of a border inspector

Lorndaz: well, I think he'd be a nice guy to hang out with, not as sociable as Skal but more so than Mergerous. Maybe he's the type of person who loves horror stories that take place in the woods

[postapocalyptic-cryptic]

About to embark on what's hopefully my last year of undergrad. Considering only about 5% of people with ADHD who attend college graduate, I'm feeling pretty good about managing it in five years.

[terrykun]

Update on me

hello🙉

[akumanoken]

taking a break from art hellooooooo how is everyone??