#So wish me luck yall

[honeysunspots]

how empty and emptied i felt walking away with all my words still on his floor.

- mona awad

collage inspired by Bunny by Mona Awad

[joltedfox-06]

Auhhhgg i have to go with my mom to pick up my brother from work but i really don't want to goooo 😭

[theghoulboysblog]

ryan bergara with his stunning smile and warm, happy eyes. thought you might like to see it.

[sweets-maoo]

Day 1: Dream

Aaah kirbtober has started, and I'm not prepared as always hehe. Decided to go with these sillies dreaming about well,, apples! (I'm very uncreative sorry 😞) I do hope I get to complete this year's prompt again!! And if you don't know I'm also doing a hollow knight themed inktober!! Basically a total of 62 drawings!!! (I post the hk and kirby prompts on my Twitter btw!!! @/realsweetstuff hehe)

Also!! The prompt list I'm using for kirbtober belongs to @/paintpanic so check them out!

[edenfire]

🩸❤️ WOAH HEY!! ❤️🩸

I'm cooking up something special with this design, so I cleaned it up a bit! and added a little marcille freebie too😊😊💗💞🌸

hopefully I'll be able to post about it soon, so keep an eye out👀

bonus marcille:

[arcanegifs]

I rarely voice my opinions on stuff like this but I think it’s ridiculous that people fight over a show that hasn’t even aired yet.

[valhallavalgrace]

Have you used your powers at all since getting to Hotel Valhalla?

Leo hasn't used his powers once in battle and it's probably costed him a couple losses. (The dreams are likely both from the gods and also from genuine demigod PTSD.)

I've posted a flashforward in-universe valgrace fanart about this arc here... he'll be happy again one day I'm sorry

prev ask

[pluplupluto]

IshiMondo Week Day 3: Roleswap

I had to use this as an opportunity to spread the protag Mondo agenda

Unused version and an extra doodle!!

[katischaos]

Doing a painting of the silly silly guy (has killed people by looking at them too hard)

Reference Image:

[sallymew4]

mob gets trolled :/

original image

[fleouriarts]

feeling bad about my art lately. will probably not post for a while. but i wanted to at least dump some stuff here before i retreat into my hidey hole

[ask-mark-stuff]

if angels exist, what about demons?

Demons are very nice! If you want to fulfil your dreams of working your dream career, getting a new pet, or commit tax fraud; just sell your soul to a demon, and they'll make it come true! :)

[iluvvaporeon]

sillies <3

[thelemonsnek]

[id: a turnaround video of an abstract sculpture. It is of a creature walking, with fin-like tendrils coming off of its back. Each of the images is a photo of the sculpture, showing off different angles of it. The sculpture is made from paper and masking tape, and is very smooth and organic looking. End id]

FINALLY DONE WITH THIS STAGE LETS GOOOOOOOO FUCK YOUUUUUU

This thing has taken well over 24 hours at this point broken up over several weeks, I am not exaggerating and I wish I'd kept track. It has eaten at least seven rolls of masking tape and at one point my fingers were deadass bruised from how much I was working on this thing

Wips under the cut :)

[id: three progress photos of the sculpture from above. In the first photo, the body is starting to be filled in, though lots of wire is still showing and the paper is very crumpled and scraggly. In the second photo, the body is more filled in, though the paper makes it appear thin and stretched. The final photo shows the body completed, with the tendrils starting to be filled in with paper as well. End id]

[id: a photo of the sculpture being flipped off by the artist. An explosion gif has been edited over it. End id]

[raineandsky]

#98

“And lo! Here approaches my best knight,” the king announces to the jester as the knight squeezes through the door. The poor jester looks thankful to see her as he hurries out of the king’s gaze. “Come, show me your skill.”

The knight throws a few carefully angled swings for the king. He watches with a delighted expression, but she can see the soullessness in his eyes. Her stomach flips uncertainly.

“You are an excellent swordsman, knight,” he says flatly. “Now, tell me, why should I allow you to stay within my walls?”

The jester averts his gaze awkwardly. Is she about to get fired? “… Because I’m an excellent swordsman and your best knight,” she tries, and the king huffs in his telltale way of saying WRONG.

“Perhaps that was on me for being unspecific.” He picks up a wine glass from the golden table next to his throne, swirling it idly. “I hear you liaise with dragons.”

The knight’s attempt to keep her expression neutral fails miserably. The king watches with keen interest as her eyes widen and her mouth moves in an abysmal attempt to form some sort of defence. She’s acutely aware of the jester watching curiously too—whatever she says next will be the castle’s gossip for the next month. Maybe two if nothing of interest happens before then.

Well shit. Might as well fall into treason headfirst.

She reaches a hand into the front of her breastplate, earning a soft squeak from something inside. The king leans forward on his throne. The jester peers as close as he dares.

Her hand comes back with a short purple string laced around her fingers. Or she does at first glance, and closer inspection reveals her ribbon to be a tiny dragon, yawning and digging tiny claws into her fingers.

The king roars so loud the dragon startles. The knight and the jester don’t fare much better. “Beast!” he howls.

“Beast! Beast! Beast! Beast!” the room echoes back to them.

“You bring this creature within my walls?” he demands. “You slander my name—my rule—with your disregard to my kindness for you?”

“She’s harmless!” the knight cries over him. The dragon isn’t a fan of the racket, and is making a great effort to slip up her sleeve. “She looks after my finances.”

“Disgusting beast,” the king spits.

“The dragon,” the jester says quietly, valiantly ignoring the way the king’s stare snaps to him, “is your accountant?”

The knight fishes a coin from her pouch, gently tapping the dragon with its edge. Its gaze snaps to her gold, its past endeavour with her sleeve forgotten as it grapples for her coin. It twists its body around it excitedly, gnawing at the edge like a toddler, a quiet hum emitting from it as it does.

“That noise it is making,” the king shrieks, “it is going to attack!”

“No!” the knight shouts over him. “It’s like a cat—she’s purring. It means she’s happy.”

“Dragons do not purr,” the king retorts, but the dragon is undeniably making a noise that sounds remarkably like purring. The jester takes a cautious step closer.

The knight tucks her finger under her chin, giving it a hearty scratch. The dragon’s humming gets louder, her eyes closing blissfully at the touch.

“How does it… work?” the jester asks. The knight offers him a smile that she hopes conveys how grateful she is for his interest in the face of the king’s disgust.

“She takes my coins—my salary, my earnings, anything.” The knight adjusts her hand so the dragon sits more comfortably in her palm. She doesn’t seem to mind, too busy clamping her jaw around the gold to notice. “She keeps a hoard no one but her can find. I earned her trust, and whenever I need money she gives it to me.”

“She is a thief,” the king spits, but the rage is losing momentum in the face of such a cute little thing. The knight doesn’t miss how she’s suddenly not an ‘it’.

“I give her all the money she has. She’s just better at keeping money than most humans,” the knight says with a grin, “because she doesn’t spend it all in a tavern.”

The jester snorts. The king raises his eyebrows. Silence falls for a moment as they all watch the dragon get comfortable in the knight’s hand, her tiny body choking her coin, a claw wrapped around her thumb as she nestles in and closes her eyes.

The jester lets out a short “aww,” that’s louder than he probably intended.

“Tsch,” the king says. He leans back in his throne like he’s lost interest. “A beast is a beast. I am most displeased you were disloyal to my word, knight.”

“I apologise, your majesty,” the knight says. It’s all she can say, really. “I will fix things.”

“You… may keep the thing,” the king continues after a moment of intense deliberation. The knight attempts to not to look too surprised. The jester doesn’t even try. “But it is your accountant and nothing more. If I discover it torching my palace I will execute both it and you.”

“Accounting is what she’s best at, your majesty,” the knight says brightly. “You’ll never have to see her again.”

The king nods shortly, though his gaze is traitorously locked onto the purple ball in her hand. “I would not be adverse, knight,” the king says slowly, like he doesn’t quite want to, “if you felt it right to study. We did not know dragons purr, or like coin.”

“Your majesty?”

“Gather your resources and come back to me with knowledge of the beasts.” He waves a hand dismissively. “I will reconsider your treasonous actions if you can prove that your creature poses no threat to my rule or my people.”

A lot of questions are rattling through her brain. “Your majesty, what do—”

“That is all. Jester!” The king turns his attention away from her and back to the jester as he takes centrestage, looking a lot less stressed than before. He gives her a subtle nod and the lightest smile—a small gesture between the servants of the castle, a simple well done.

The knight leaves the hall with the king’s uproaring laughter following her. The dragon stays curled in her hand, and she runs her thumb over it carefully, the dragon’s body warm and prickly to the touch.

A knight to a scholar in one conversation. She doesn’t even know how to write.

[the-lavender-clown]

The worst thing about getting braces it that even 4 years later I can’t handle chewing ice cream