#RAAAAH I LOVE THEM

[nerdykorgi]

i know these are late but heres some other wittober prompts I did

day 7 - free

14 - fight

ill post the otehr two here in a minute i just noticed a mistake on one :,)

[tarteggs]

bought dmc on a whim last month and then got a little too into it

[benetnvsch]

winged knkdz au.

haven't thought abt it much but everyone is either born w/wings or not and ofc those with wings have different culture/rituals vs those who do not.

dazai was born with standard wings, and knkd born with stunted wings. both his parents didn't have the winged genetics but somehow he got it via mutation in utero which caused them to form late and thus rlly small.

bc of this and the fact that his family is not winged, he grew up without knowing the standard rituals or behaviors amongst those who are winged.

Cue a very confused dazai trying to do typical flirting behaviors to an oblivious knkd

[mango-ti]

FEW MORE MAGIC BLOOM STUFF FROM IGINIO'S INSTA YIPPIEE

[monocub]

the s.e.e.s. juniors !! 💕💕💕

[tspek0]

say hi to the goobers for me

[dangoarts]

drew the clown and bean as dragons in my notes today and i really liked how they came out so digitize time :]

here's og sketch (lined paper </3)

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

More Ghost pirate AU ! Finally a ficlet this time !

"What are you doing out of your bunk, sweets ?"

Cumulus startles, turns toward the voice. Cirrus looks especially beautiful bathed in moonlight, loose shirt flapping around her body with the wind. Her hair is tucked under a slightly too big hat that's definitely Swiss' judging by the extravagant feather on it, the few dark strands that escaped its confine framing her features.

Cumulus watches as Cirrus comes to rest her elbows next to her owns on the railing, so mesmerized she nearly forgets to answer.

"Couldn't sleep," she finally gets out, a beat too late. Cirrus is staring straight ahead, eyes lost in the gentle waves rocking the ship gently, but her lips curl into a smile at the breathiness in Cumulus' voice. Though a crease appears between her eyebrows when the words register, and she turns to look at Cumulus with worry shining in her silver eyes.

"Nightmares ?"

Cumulus is quick to reassure her.

"Oh no, nothing like that. Just...restless. Too much thoughts."

Cirrus hums, reaches out to tuck one of Cumulus' curls behind her ear, fingers lingering against her cheek, sending sparks of warmth under the rapidly redening skin. Cumulus wishes she could pinpoint what exactly it is about Cirrus that makes her crumble so easily. Maybe it's the confidence with which she carries herself, the mischievious edge of that wicked grin curling her mouth whenever she teases, or the elegancy that seems to ooze out of her in any situation. Cumulus is not entirely convinced Rain is the only siren on board, because she would absolutely drown for Cirrus. For the time being, she settles on staring adoringly at the other ghoulette with a smile that might be, sue her, a bit dopey. Cirrus chuckles.

"Like what you see ?"

"That's so lame," Cumulus complains, even as she scoots closer until they're pressed against each other and she can run her thumb over the scar that curls around Cirrus' jaw. She grins down at her, face alight with mirth and eyes soft with affection.

"It's true though."

Cumulus rolls her eyes with a huff.

"You sound like Dewdrop, or worse, Swiss."

Cirrus gasps in mock-offense.

"Sweet Satan, please take that back."

There's laughter making the edge of her voice shake, and it breaks free when Cumulus pokes her in the ribs. Cirrus sneaks an arm around Cumulus' waist and another around her shoulders, swaying them both lightly. Cirrus is still sleep-warm, shielding Cumulus from the chill in the air. They both start humming, harmonizing with the sound of waves crashing and the wind wistling in the sails. Cumulus reaches out again, this time skimming the pads of her fingers along the bridge of Cirrus' nose, a bit crooked where it got broken, once ; drifting to another scar that follows the sharp cut of her cheekbone ; coming to rest at the base of her neck, raising goosebumps on Cirrus' skin.

Cirrus's eyes are so very soft when she bends down and presses a kiss to the mermaid inked under the skin of Cumulus' collarbone.

"Are you still thinking too much darling ?"

Cumulus sighs.

"A little bit, yeah."

Cirrus looks up, and the devious expression on her face makes Cumulus' stomach flip.

"Want me to quiet your head for you ?"

Warmth floods Cumulus, a tingling feeling from head to toes. She grins.

"Do your best, gorgeous."

Giggling as Cirrus drops a kiss to the back of her hand, Cumulus follows the other ghoulette and the promise that lit a fire in her guts below deck.

[nyxi-pixie]

on a more srs note asagiri making fyodors pitfall not understanding emotional motivation properly is very dear to me in this era of loser men idolising being a super genius who equates optimal logic to the total disregard of emotion

like at evry point dazai one upped him its just cos he can work with people and understands emotional connection better (knowing tachihara had more loyalty to the pm than to the hunting dogs [or at least to their ideals] for example and being able to put every inch of his trust in chuuya saving his ass for the 58284892nd time while fyodor is busy assuming they have a shallow bond😭).

[ace-dodo]

I'm so so so so normal about them

MJ MY LOVE

[chickenoodle145]

HI I HAVE SOME MOTHER HIGH SCHOOL AU ART TO SHARE

Claus and Ninten🫶 Ninten would just ramble about literally anything that comes to his mind

Lucas and Ness🫶 (I've made this a while ago but I forgot to post it)

ALSO TAKE SOME DOODLES

[mulchergeist]

"and the blood from your mouth drew my eyes up to the sky"

Drew @crystallized-crow s OCs!! They were telling me the lore and I got such a vivid image in my head I had to draw it :]

reblogs appreciated btw

[yarningss]

OH RIGHT now that Art Fight is officially over, here's some attacks from this year! :]

Mandy and Alouette, belonging to @artsy-dragoness!

Aryl, belonging to @arbitrarycrowexecution!

Casey, belonging to @eye---karos!

Rielly, belonging to @peterofthedrakes!

Charles, belonging to The-Fruit-Bucket on Art Fight!

Emerald, belonging to accidental-skeletons on Art Fight!

Aaand Dierdre, who belongs to @aderblack!

Had a blast during Art Fight this year >:] here's to unleashing even more attacks next time

[found-wings]

Wanted to try my hand at a mostly conversation only writing with a few extras, so :D

[ There‘s a brief clicking noise as the recording starts. ]

" There we go. Alright- "

"It’s on?"

" Yes, yes. First question, then. What‘s your name? "

"Etoiles."

" What‘s your age? "

"I am 1671 years old."

" Oddly specific number. That‘s not your age. " He didn‘t get it.

[ There‘s a small, almost strained chuckle from Etoiles. ]

"It‘s not? C‘mon Phil, how do you know?"

" Mate, there‘s no way you‘re that fuckin’ old. But let‘s move on. What‘s your relation to me? "

"Oho, personal questions here we come!"

" Etoiles, just answer the question. "

"Fine, fine. You are— the light of my life."

"Did you just- ..what the fuck."

[ Phil wheezes. ]

"Where the fuck did you even get this lantern from?" Why didn‘t he get the references?

"What can I say?"

"You idiot, alright. Now answer the question, properly."

"Okay okay. Friends, we are Friends. Good friends."

" Alright, alright. "

[ Silence. Scribble noises follow and stop abruptly. ]

" What is your species? "

"Not entirely sure, some kinda nature plant thing."

" Interesting. Hobbies? "

"Fighting the code. Adventuring, combat, fighting the code. I like hanging with friends. Have I told you I like fighting?"

[ Phil snorts. ]

"You like fighting. Combat, pvp, all that good stuff?"

"Yep!"

[ More scribbling noises. ]

" Would you be interested in partaking in an experiment? "

"Do I get to fight?"

" Yes and no. I‘d like to study the effects of certain potions on you based around combat. I‘ll make sure you are paid well for the time spend. "

"What kind of potions?"

[ There‘s a brief pause, followed by a little bit of shuffling. ]

" I made them myself. It‘s a personal project, so not Federation related, if that worries you. "

"Do they know about it?"

" No. "

[ Etoiles pauses this time, going quiet. ]

"..Can I ask for more details?"

" Are you worried for your safety? I can do the experiment again alongside you, if it makes you feel more comfortable. " Again?

"Oh? Sure, sure. Gonna poison us both together, then, how fun!"

[ Phil laughs, Etoiles chuckles quietly before joining the short lived laughter. ]

"Alright, I‘m not gonna poison either of us."

"Yeah yeah, that’d be too easy, wouldn’t it?"

"Are you accusing me of trying to murder you?"

"What?! No no no, no, I would never! I’d trust you with my whole life!" He has and would again and again.

"Uh-huh, whatever you say."

"So, what time?"

" Does tomorrow sound good for you? "

"Oh yeah, sure. Morning?"

" Morning. "

"Sounds good to me."

" Alright, thank you for taking your time for this little interview, then. Hope I didn‘t bother too much. "

"No no, you‘re always welcome here, Phil. You could never bother me."

" Thank you. I‘ll see you tomorrow? "

"We‘ll see each other tomorrow."

" Great. "

[ Another click, the recording stops. ]

[ . . . ]

Fit sighs, fingers rubbing against his head in an attempt to soothe his growing headache. "He doesn‘t remember."

"He doesn‘t remember," Etoiles confirms with a defeated sigh.

[soapysapling]

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[reddiamond505]

me hyperfixation is starting to convince me to do lore analysis