#PROUD OF MYSELF NGL

[mellybabbles]

I'm not supposed to lose

Y'all, not even gonna lie, I cooked with this one. This shit came out FIRE (pun intended) Some end scene Bill Cipher art

[gr8ntaire]

help I was stressing abt this piece of writing I have to do for work n I was like. I have to lock in tf bc there’s a 48 hour turn around time but I thought I’d do some of it n then finish it later (sometimes I have to write in two parts to feel like I can do it well) but somehow I managed to write the whole thing in like 2 hours 😭😭😭

[lileu-u]

he would fight kaeya before the performance but this time its actually part of the costume 🖐️😔

[ellishyde]

guess what

oc ref spam, cuz i got so much done before artfight

watch me like, NEVER draw them again (i wish i was the kind of artist who drew nothing but ocs, but oh well. a slave to art trades.)

[mourky]

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[murmurmurl]

I'm back on my bullshit I guess

that redraw I was talking about.. previous versions under the cut

I like how it's less stiff now

[yuyulie]

follower gift set ✰✰✰

This took me so long to put together but I finally finished it 😭 thanks to everyone who participated in the pinterest board/sending me their inspo pics, I know I said I would only make a few things but I ended making a lot LOL, still there were some things that I tried do but were too hard or didn't work in game so maybe next time 🤞🏽 but fr THANKS EVERYONE for 2,100+ followers 😭🙏🏽🙏🏽 , I really appreciate the love everyone has shown me on here in the last few months 💕💕😙 Hope yall enjoy ✨(Pls let me know if there's any issues!)

✰ new meshes ✰ all LODS ✰ all under 10k polys ✰ disabled for random **the bag/purse can be found on the hat section.

✰ Download ✰ (alt) ✰ TOU

[dearestakaria]

Weige..

"But you were always my one and only weakness.." "Shadow, live with love, embrace the pain, the frailty, and the moments so unbearably shameful.."

Waiter waiter!! More doomed cookie yaoi, please

[lyknest]

when i'm in a downbadism competition and my opponent is nong thame

ThamePo ✘ Kiss Goodnight [inspo. ★]

[c-hrona]

Chapter 1: Back From The Dead

Part 1

Happy Wolfwood Wednesday with this little surprise. Here the first three pages of the new chapter of my Trigun post-canon doushinji Don't Miss Me.

CHAPTER 0

CHAPTER 1: Part 1

CHAPTER 1: Part 2

On my Ko-fi I'll start soon to show little wips of the new chapter, as well as little bonuses!

Thank you to all the people that supported me!!!!

[saffusthings]

second chances

mob boss! lando norris x reader

part three: clean up

word count:

warnings: bone cracking, minor violence, some threats, a usual day in the mob life yktv

two | three | four

The night air was damp with the lingering scent of rain and blood.

Lando stepped out of her apartment building, shoving his hands into his pockets as he made his way back to his car. The streets were quiet now—too quiet. Just an hour ago, the space had been filled with the sound of a man begging for his life. Now, the city hummed with its usual indifference, as if nothing had ever happened.

He had stayed just long enough to be certain. No phone calls. No texts. No neighbors suspiciously knocking to ask what was wrong. She hadn’t told anyone.

Good girl.

He slid into the driver’s seat, checked his phone — no messages, no calls.

Finally, some fucking quiet.

Lando finally leaned against the back of his seat, long fingers wrapping themselves around the familiar steering of his McLaren 675 LT as he drove away. He drove without hurry, one hand loose on the wheel, the other resting against his temple as he exhaled a long, measured breath. The events weighed down on his shoulders — not with guilt, of course, never guilt– just the meticulous web of problems that needed to be untangled into solutions.

And the idiots he worked with? They were the biggest problem of the night.

His fingers tightened around the wheel, knuckles pressing white. He could still smell the iron tang of blood from earlier, the sharp memory of the gunshots ringing in his ears. He had done what needed to be done—handled the aftermath, cleaned up their mess. But the fact that he had to clean it up at all pissed him off.

He took a few turns through the empty streets before heading toward his house — a looming, intricate work of architecture nestled in the more quiet part of the  city. The headlights sliced through the dark as he pulled up to the wide cobblestone driveway, shutting the engine off before stepping out, his boots almost silent against the stone.

His own place was nothing like hers.

Large, sleek, classical — all marble and dark wood. A skyline view of the city stretched wide beyond huge church style windows, lights flickering like static against the black water of the pool. It was pristine, everything in its place, every surface immaculate. But that was the difference between a house and a home—he didn’t need comfort. He needed efficiency.

He stepped inside,  letting the heavy metal door slam behind him, the sound like a gunshot in the vast space. He turned and reactivated the alarm system from a side panel before shrugging off his jacket, letting it fall onto the back of a chair. The blood on his boot had dried by now, a small, insignificant detail, but he noticed it anyway. He always did.

Inside, the air was thick with sweat, smoke, and the stench of blood that hadn’t been properly cleaned up. A few men were already there laughing and talking, the remnants of their work sprawled out before them — discarded gloves, a half-empty bottle of whiskey, the stench of sweat and gun oil. They weren’t worried. They weren’t tense. They were acting like tonight hadn’t been a fucking disaster.

By the time he came up beside his seat, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves,  he was already seething. He stood and glared with the kind of measured posture that should have put them on edge.

It didn’t.

Because they were idiots.

Lando took his time stepping forward, peeling off his gloves, his gaze sharp and unreadable. He watched them—studied the way they barely acknowledged his arrival, how one of them laughed under his breath about something, how another flicked a cigarette against the ashtray with a lazy, unbothered wave.

It was insulting.

“You are all too comfortable,” Lando murmured, his voice a quiet blade.

Fewtrell is, of course, the first to notice. Once he goes quiet, the others are a lot quicker to be pulled out of the blissful ignorance of whatever nonsense they were blabbing about moments ago.

Conversation died instantly.

The three of them turned to face him, their relaxed postures stiffening under his gaze. They were good at a lot of things —intimidation, violence, making money— but it seemed like reading Lando’s moods was never one of them.

Which was a shame. He wasn’t in the mood to be patient.

Slowly, he reached for the whiskey bottle on the table, lifting it to the light. Amber liquid swirled lazily inside. He turned it in his grip, then—without warning—he slammed it down, shattering the glass into jagged shards across the wooden surface.

The men flinched.

Finally. Finally, they realized.

“You think tonight went well?” he asked, voice even. Controlled. “You think that was a clean job?”

Silence.

“Because from where I was standing, it looked sloppy.” His words came slow, deliberate. “Messy. Reckless.”

He leaned forward, placing his hands on the table, watching as they shifted uncomfortably under the weight of his stare.

“It was just some low-level asshole,” one of them muttered. “It’s not like he had protection. No one’s gonna come looking.”

Lando smiled. It was a sharp, humorless thing.

“You really think… that’s the fucking point?” he asked, voice deadly quiet.

The man swallowed.

“Are you all fucking stupid?”

One of them, Daniel —a lanky Australian bloke with a knack for fixing vehicles who’d been part of his team for a few years now— shifted, running a hand over the back of his neck. “Look, man, it was clean—”

Lando moved fast.

A sharp, brutal swing of his fist connected with Daniel’s ribs, knocking the breath out of him instantly. He staggered back, wheezing, but Lando didn’t let him recover. His hand shot out, gripping the front of Daniel’s shirt and yanking him forward until they were inches apart.

“Clean?” Lando echoed, his voice dripping with venom. “You brought him and dropped him in a place people actually walk through. You never sweeped the area. Then, you left a fucking body in the open? You idiot,” he seethes. “And now you’re standing here telling me it was clean?”

Daniel’s hands grasped Lando’s wrist, but he didn’t dare push him off. The others watched in tense silence, knowing better than to intervene.

Lando released him with a rough shove, sending him stumbling back onto a chair. He stepped around the table, slow, purposeful, like a predator sizing up its prey.

“You guys got cocky,” he continued. “You were loud. You did it out in the open, like amateurs. And you left yourselves exposed.”

Another beat of silence.

Lando’s gaze flicked over them, assessing. He didn’t mention the witness—the quiet, bookish girl who had stumbled onto something she was never meant to see. He had handled it. They didn’t need to know.

“You don’t get paid to be stupid,” he said finally, his voice smooth as if they were merely discussing the weather, yet something about it had their hearts lodged in their throats. “You get paid to be precise. To be efficient. And if you ever,” he pauses, “-fuck up like that again, I won’t be cleaning up your mess. I’ll be cleaning up you.”

The threat sat heavy in the air, settling into their bones.

Good.

One of the men —Carlos, the Spanish man who had been in charge of planning tonight’s job— shifted in his seat, clearing his throat. “It won’t happen again,” he said, accent curling at the ends of his quiet words.

Lando tilted his head, considering him. Then, in one fluid motion, he reached for the man’s hand resting on the table, grabbed his pinky, and snapped it.

Carlos howled, jerking back, but Lando kept him there, gripping his wrist in an iron hold as he leaned down to just beside Carlos’s ear, lowering his voice to something eerily calm.

“I know it won’t.”

He let go, stepping back, watching as Carlos cradled his mangled finger, his face twisted in pain.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood,” Lando mused, wiping his hands on a napkin before tossing it onto the table alongside the rest of their earlier rubbish. “Now, clean this shit up. And next time? Get it right the first time, yeah?”

“I had to take care of a loose end tonight because you were sloppy,” he continued, his voice cutting through the room like a blade. Sharp eyes flicked between them, his lip curling in disgust. “I believe it should be clear by now that if you ever put me in that position again, I won’t be dealing with a loose end — I’ll be dealing directly with you.”

Silence.

No one spoke. No one even breathed too loudly.

Lando exhaled sharply, shaking out the lingering tension in his knuckles before rolling his shoulders back. He unfolded his collar, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt as though he hadn’t just threatened to kill them.

“Sort the body. Properly,” he said flatly. “Let’s see if you can actually do something right.”

They nodded, silent and obedient.

Lando turned on his heel, walking toward the grand staircase at center of the house without another word, not bothering to glance back.

By the time he got into his room, the remnants of his rage had dulled into something more calculating. He had made his point. They wouldn’t mess up again—not if they wanted to keep breathing.

And as for her —the girl wrapped in her blankets, now fast asleep in her too-small apartment, oblivious to the choices being made in her name— he still hadn’t decided what to do with her yet. He hadn’t brought her up, didn’t tell them how close they’d come to getting their ]ittle job tonight exposed because she was his problem now.

And if it ever came to it? 

He was more than willing to solve it himself.

a/n: thank you for the response so far! likes, comments, and reblogs are the fuel that motivates me to go work on the next chapter. lmk what you thought of this one!

[aperfecttimeforscreaming]

My may header for the @alt-zadr-b1tch3z calendar project, available for download now!

[flame-shadow]

quick sketch requests for folks on bluesky

characters belong to: @sunflowerwilds @supermair0 @lordbobart @czalserafino @mechanicalrot @machine-finch @othermario @someguyiguess23 @trapitorag @sevilai [also colethebug and tmantheman on bsky]

[aluminumneedles]

today's spinning practice :)

y'all don't quote me and I don't want to jinx it but I might be starting to get it...considering here was the previous attempt:

anyway, yay :) gonna go write about it in my craft journal

[cocogum]

I don't know what possessed me to color one of Wakfu's fanart pages, and yet here we are.

For more context to this particular page, this was a fanart made by Ancestral Z that Ankama placed in their Quest for the Six Eliatrope Dofus volume 1's fanart section.

This is genuinely such a clever idea to make: mixing Wakfu with Dofus by putting our iconic wakfu idiots in the dofus manga style 💕💕 No wonder Ankama took notice of the art: it made perfect sense! The fanart can be seen in the first volume, specifically on page 217.

Full process of the coloring under the cut

[marmastry]

Moomers comic masterpost

I just wanna link everything here chronologically at least

pilot ep. First forgotten meeting

About Lockers

Promise

Salmon Run ep

Hasa's team + Missing

Maya in Alterna

Quarrel

Agent 3s

Pike

Call

Rainy Fever dreams

The Climb in B-Rank

A Little Reading session

The 4th member

A-Rank

Hasa and Azure

Girls!!!

Red Squid Plush

Birthday Present

Maya

Team

Missed Calls

Recap + Hasa and Maya

Deep Fry

MY lockermate!

Hazard Level: MAYA?!

Two Squids at the Park

Iodine's Unrequited love

Friendly tussles

Cold Feet and Warm Hands

At Maya's Place

Soda Pop

Closer

To be updated

Doodles

Hasa meeting Lil' Peri

Maya's eventual team (earlier sketches)

WereCeph AU: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06

General doodles: 01, 02, 03,

Maya a week after turfing (comic)

Maya & Hasa when they were 18 + AU doodles

Team Love

Year End doodles (2023)

Hasa's New Math

References

Hasa and Maya's home (ACNH build)

Outfit refs