#JUST CREDIT ME

[suveramort]

Painted portrait i finished yesterday

[sleepysilver]

oldish sonilver edits

[b0vidine]

Darling icons!

Gif version below because it has flashing so stay safe <3

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Salecrow Icons || Sunset Vibes

[inkysquelched]

AGGRESSIVELY THROWS MY TABLET

i finished :)

[spirit-praise-and-beauty]

haha silly kiyo, you can't have drip--

[ericaportfolio]

Today is my last day of being 24. So, to celebrate, here's something I've been working on the side. I wanted to try out the American Arcadia style as a challenge. Have colored versions of Willow Malton and Elijah Walton. If you guys want to use this concept in your American Arcadia Fanfics or Fanart, have fun with these two. Even Out of the Blue studio can have this for free if they want to make a sequel if the demand is there.

If you are struggling with ideas and need a backstory to brainstorm: The local Broadway actress and dancer about to have her breakout performance has her life ruined by a DNA 23 and Me test dare. Now, given the custody of a talking head of her grandfather/great-grandfather, to have it all, she'll have to dance and run for her life.

[niafromheaven]

MOMMY IS HERE!!!!

Honestly I believe that Lilith has good reasons for leaving Hell behind, along with Charlie and Lucifer. I think she is still on Hells side. Remember that deal that Lute mentions at the end of Ep. 8? I think her being there definitely has something to do with that.

Because Charlie said that her mother shared the dream with her in the pilot (or something similar to that). I don't think she'd actively work against the hotel, she might just appear to. Like a spy on the inside.

Idk, I love Lilith. She's so mommy 😍

(I'm straight.)

[a-dorky-american]

Me when I see that the germerica, gerame, OR ameger tag hasn't been updated in almost 3 months:

Fanfic Prompt Idea:

Germany decides he wants to invite America over to Bavaria for the annual Octoberfest (to show off his culture and stuff). Only, there is a problem: Prussia is going to be there, and we all know how overprotective he is over Germany. Double problem: Prussia's bringing England with him, and he does NOT approve of Germany (years of fighting, thinks he's a bad influence on America, blah blah blah you get it). TRIPLE problem: England, as much as he hates to admit it, loves to gossip with France about America, and France ABSOLUTELY does not approve of Germany. If France catches wind of America hanging out with Germany at an Octoberfest, where there is going to be alcohol (Fun Fact: canonically, France doesn't like it when America drinks alcohol bc he still sees him as "too young") the couple will have HELL to pay.

Germany is aware of the obstacles, but America isn't. So the entire evening is basically Germany desperately trying to hide America from Prussia and England while trying to continue the date as normal to not stress out America.

[oppitfs]

Headcanon ITFS 3#

After much insistence from Yuji, Megumi taught him to do some hand gestures that he uses to call his shikigami. The problem is that Yuji's fingers are too big and his joints aren't used to the movements, so imagine the fun time they both had with Megumi trying to correct Yuji and Yuji trying not to laugh with the place full of rabbits, dogs, nue, frogs and Max Elephant.

[theunknowntako]

POV: You're the Guardian now

[somekidwithpersonality]

Greetings once again!

I have made an edit to one of my favorite songs concerning a specific intended lore drop made by the man himself, Douglas Adams. Writing the classic Who episode, The Pirate Planet, the original intention was to make the villainess of said story, Queen Xanxia (pronounced Zanzia), be revealed as The Masters' daughter later on. Now, with Missy having mentioned her, with a dark star alloy broach, I easily saw the connection as to his intent for making not just The Doctor suffer. Also displays quite a bit of how The Doctor can, even if accidental, be a MASSIVE hypocrite.

Honestly, the first song edit I've done, and I'm super proud of it.

Song: Children Go Bang by Nekromantiks

Album: The Gothic Sounds of Nightbreed Vol. 1 (I actually recommend the entire album. It's even on YouTube)

[endercupids]

I DREW NIBBLY‼️‼️

two different statements for y’all :P

[sneakyswag]

Remembering a song I wrote for a Mega Man fic in 2022 I never used. I probably will in the future but for now, here!

Happy happy birthday,

my dear robotic friend

all of us are hoping,

that your joy may not end,

Happy robot birthday

our dear robotic friend,

oh, please have a long life

and we hope you live it right

Robotic Happy Birthday lolz

It’s not my proudest work but hey, it’s something.

Enjoy, I guess?

Idk if you guys want to use it you can just credit me lol

[artists-wonder-emporium]

Hey, just quickly checking to see if you’re ok with your art being used as a profile pic (with credit given of course!)

Hi thank you for asking first! As long as credit is included, I'm happy with people using my art as profile pictures 😊

I just don't allow reposting of my art (even with credit) but reblogs are welcome 😊

[iolypse]

blood debt.

Phil does not get a chance to wipe her blood off his hands until Tallulah has fallen asleep and he manages to will himself from her and Chayanne's bedside. They've pushed their mattresses together, determined to keep vigilant in close proximity throughout the night.

They are unsuccessful. They are children, after all, drained by pulsing adrenaline and cold terror coursing through their veins. Only when Chayanne's head hits the pillow, an arm thrown protectively over Tallulah, does Phil silence himself and stagger out of the bunker, double and triple checking all of the locks before he finally unravels within the supposedly definite security of his own home.

Wilbur is going to be pissed.

He entrusted Phil to her care, and until now, he had done well. A few nightmares, the occasional slip-up, but Tallulah had been safe. With rune-engraved armor, an army's worth of golden apples and shimmering totems, and five personal bodyguards dedicated to her survival, she should have been fine.

Then the sky itself rolled over and everything began and ended in quick succession.

Her death was inevitable, Phil tells himself, as her blood burns beneath his fingernails. There is only so much one can do against a swarm like that. There is only so much one can do against a being of unreality that should not exist and does not fall.

They left that fight one life lighter, lifelong guilt laid where it once was. His teeth taste like iron. His tongue is dry as bone. They were not meant to see the morning's sunrise.

At least she did not die alone.

Hands shaking, Phil turns on the faucet and scrubs until he cannot tell the blood swirling down the drain from his own.