#THIS IS LONG OVERDUE AND I APOLOGIZE...

[momonyu]

blood red.

cw. mentions of blood/wounds, swearing.

fangs bared and flaring tempers. animosity in every look, an intensity that bubbles from just being in the same room. hate burns red, but then again, so does love. after all, isn't hate still an emotion of passion?

king is annoyed. he's pissed off, irritated – maybe even angry.

he drums his fingers against the fabric of the armchair. there’s a rip in his shirt, his hair is a mess, and – worst of all – his helmet is broken. he pushes his hair out of his face, irked that he can’t tie it up.

the bane of his existence walks in with a first aid kit. he sighs, loudly and obnoxiously, and you glare at him as you sit down.

“don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be.”

“who’s the one that made it difficult in the first place?”

without missing a beat, you simply state, "that would be you."

you carry on, unwrapping bandages, as king merely gapes at you. ever since kaidou placed you under his supervision, you have been nothing but disrespectful, disobedient and disruptive to what should have been an otherwise simple job.

"i'm not the one who tried to climb out a 10-story window," he hisses. "i should've let you fall straight into those thorns."

"no one asked you to help," you reply coolly.

the absolute gall of you.

"believe me, i don't care if you die," he squirms in his seat, biting back the sting of his cuts. "but kaidou wants you alive."

"as if i care what kaidou wants," you mutter as you cut away at his shirt. when he pulls away, you hold down his arm. "stop moving."

the idea of some brat ordering him around makes his blood boil, and if it weren't for the fact that he'd likely start bleeding again, king would love nothing more than to put you in your place.

"i'm not the problem," you continue, ignoring his death glare. "you're the one that's been hissy this whole time. you must be nothing special if your only responsibility is babysitting."

at the attack on his pride, his last thread of patience snaps. "you annoying brat! can't you just fucking cooperate?"

"fuck you!" you finally crack, a fierce anger taking over. "you want people to cooperate then maybe don't lock them up!"

"i wouldn't have to lock you up if you weren't such a pain in the ass!"

"i wouldn't be a pain in the ass if you weren't being an ass to begin with!" you grab his arm. "now fucking hold still!"

you slap disinfectant on king's bloody gash, and he howls at the sting. "that hurts, dammit!"

he glowers at you, seething at the pain. you tell yourself that he deserves it, but – to your annoyance – you can't bring yourself to relish in his suffering. unfortunately, you're not nearly as heartless as king is.

there's a twinge of guilt as you take in his dirty clothes and blood-stained skin.

he wouldn't be in this mess if he didn't rush to catch you.

to king's surprise, you don't make any sort of retort or taunt at his outburst. instead, you press your lips into a thin line and start wrapping his cut in silence. you apply the bandage firmly, but gently, and it doesn't go unnoticed by king.

too angry and proud to say anything else, king merely looks away as you finish dressing his injuries.

"don't move," you deadpan when you're done. "raising your arms will only open the wound."

"fine," he grits. he shakes the hair out of his face, growling in irritation when it don't move the way he wants it to.

you watch as he sighs in resignation, and that stupid voice inside you tells you to do the right thing. you curse your guilty conscience.

"here, let me help."

you stand behind king, carefully gathering his loose curls together. the air is thick with awkwardness as your gentle hands betray the hostility that you're both used to. you start tying his ponytail and take a deep breath.

"thank you," you say in a voice barely above a whisper. "for saving me."

king stills, at a crossroads for how he wants to handle this. it takes this small admission of your gratitude to make him stop and realize the gravity of the situation.

he did help you.

king – one of the all-stars of the beast pirates, right-hand-man to kaidou – showed you mercy when he had no reason to.

and you – captive of the beast pirates, prisoner against your wishes – showed him a grace that he doesn't really deserve by tending to his injuries when you had no reason to.

still staring at the wall, he mutters,

"you're welcome."

like it or not, the two of you are stuck here together – and maybe with some time and a little bit of kindness, you could learn to like it.

part of my (ongoing) character + colour series!

[dreaming4peace]

Yandere Jade?

Yan! Jade makes you depend on him. Honestly, how can you not? Whatever you want or need, he is always at your beck and call. He fulfills most of your requests and somehow always knows whatever you want at that moment.

Unbeknownst to you, Jade had committed your actions, interests and habits to memory. He notes items or objects that catches your fancy and would gift it to you, under the guise of a hunch that it might be something you enjoy.

Gradually, Jade will become your only source of comfort and the only person you will ever need once your friends start cutting contact with you. He reassures you, with a big smile that he will never ghost or insult you. Anyone who attempts to get comfortable with you will instantly give up once they see the look on your very dear friend.

This is how it ought to be, he muses to himself as he observes your lonely figure from a distance. Soon, you will find yourself under his benevolence and Jade does have some requests to make of you.

[ahllohehn]

hiya! i saw your post on doodle requests & was wondering if it's still open? if yes, may i request a doodle of my hpma OC? if not, totally understand! your art style is cute! 🙂

lil evelyn doodle :]

[tyrramint]

George sketch that I’ll (hopefully 😭) be cleaning up and coloring later

[avoiltaire]

wanshi/pgr - super old lightning/colours practice i did a month ago 😭

[ghcstlykisscs]

@thesunandmoondreams

Gray Yeon / Sieun Yeon as the Nure-onna (濡女)

A Japanese yokai which resembles a reptilious vampiric sea serpent….With the lower body of a serpent and the upper body of a beautiful woman along with a forked tongue and long wet hair that sticks to their bodies. Their name comes from the fact that they always appear soaking wet.

[safyresky]

Scrimbly Jacqueline 36/52: tfw you sacrifice yourself to save a pal from experiencing The Horrors™ too early and fucking up the ENTIRE timeline

She's seen the time fracture in action. She knows exactly what it wants to do. And she knows exactly what she needs to do. The moment she sees the fracture zero in on Lucy, she's running. She drops her staff (it disappears before it even hits the ground) and relies on her instincts. Shoves her hands back as the summer sprite glamour falls. The snow jumps up to aid her, but it's not enough, it's not enough, she needs to use her full power set or it'll be too late and Lucy— She grits her teeth. No. No. She's not gonna let that happen. The snow pushes her forward as she reaches up and tears the simple silver bangle with the small hourglass charm off her wrist, tossing it down into the snow behind her. The second glamour drops. Her powers are at her full disposal once again and she is flying across the battlefield, piercing blue eyes set on the large, dark, fragment hovering dangerously above Lucy. She'll make it, but only just. "Wait!" "What are you doing?!?" "J—Winnie! Winnie, STOP." She ignores every single warning. Mel, Jack, and her Lucy fall on deaf ears as she closes the gap between the splintered piece of time and pre-Horrors Lucy. "This is gonna hurt like a bitch," she says, and springs off her pile of snow like a diver jumping the high dive, arms out, crashing right into Lucy as the fracture hits her right in the back. It's breathtaking. Literally. She can't breath. Pain blossoms. In sharp succession. Onetwothree (all THREE?? REALLY? FOR FUCK'S SAKE, she thinks) shink-shink-shink and she is bleeding, she is bleeding so so bad but Lucy is tucked up against her and is safe, she's in one piece and she is there and she is okay. They fall to the floor with a thud, rolling for a moment. She grabs the snow, stopping herself, letting Lucy go. The redhead rolls once more before managing to stop herself and sit up on her knees, watching with horror as 'Winnie' pushes herself up. A puddle of blood is quickly spreading around her, and in the distance, Mel and the other Lucy are panicking, frazzled, wands out and at the ready as they rush across the field towards them. Blood seeps between her fingers. She coughs; a dribble of red creeps out the corner of her mouth. She moves her right hand away from her chest, blood glistening against her pale palm. She winces. Her left hand is still holding her stomach tightly, glowing a light blue now. There is a sharp cracking sound as ice blossoms across her stomach, a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding. Lucy can't help but let out a sharp gasp. She looks up at her, then; a sharp, piercing blue gaze, concern lining her features. She coughs; blood splatters. "Are you okay, Luce?" Lucy doesn't say anything. She is transfixed, staring at the blue eyes, the very very familiar blue eyes. She thinks back to that familiar warm presence, acutely felt as she sought to help Jack. The warm presence that had returned every time she was near older Lucy's friend. "Jacqueline?!"

I think this is number 3?? Of 5?? Of the @kscribbs suggestions! This one is delightfully angsty. I've mentioned before about how I bug her about a "The Forgiven" AU that involves ML Lucy and Jacqueline time travelling and nonsense ensuing? Yeah! This is where this is from 🤭🤭🤭

Quick Facts:

Mel knows from the get-go who Jacqueline is. Lucy, as well, but that's because she doesn't really need to disguise herself the way Jacqueline does!

The pair of them pop into this timeline to take care of a time fracture that escaped from their timeline, and immediately get their asses handed to them bc it was stronger than either of them expected—the question is, why?

They go to Mel after that immediate defeat and stay with her while they figure things out

They both have a glamour to appear younger; the little bangle I describe? FT gives it to them to help with said glamour and make their powers seem not as advanced as they are, since they're trying to appear the same age as Forgiven!Lucy

Jacqueline has a second glamour she wove into her staff to make her appear more summer spritey than winter spritey. Since she's dead in this universe, she disguises herself as a summer sprite and goes by Winnie (short for Winifred, she claims, and definitely NOT Winter which is definitely NOT her middle name because she's definitely NOT a very alive and well Jacqueline from another universe) for reasons. Which I have. But am too sleepy today to elaborate on, lol.

Forgiven!Jack and Lucy are sus but Jacqueline is okay at keeping her true identity on the DL, probably bc Lucy and Mel are a HUGE help with that bc let's be real, Jacqueline ain't SLICK

They drag her to the Springs and then CS General after this. She is a terrible patient and her non-existence causes problems in CSG and so does she

But she'll be okay! :)

Forgiven!Lucy finds out who she is after THAT stunt; Jacqueline asks her not to tell Jack while she's bleeding out so, y'know, given the whole bleeding out thing, Lucy agrees (for now)

Jack finds out a few days later after Jacqueline does more dumb shit bc post hospital visit, she gets fed up and misses her wife and kids (that's milf jacquie babes!) and is like I WILL GO FIND THE SPLINTER MYSELF and learns VERY VIOLENTLY why the splinter is so much more powerful than they expected!

Ends up on Jack's couch with a magic shortage and it all goes down then >:)

hmm...I think I'll leave you with that!

Will I ever fully write this thing? I don't know! It's fun to theorize and entertain K with, and this drabble sure was fun, but my GOD her writing is so fucking GOOD I don't think I could match the gorgeous style at all! Please read Miller's Law if you get the chance, it's so so SO GOOD! And The Forgiven, which is an alternate ending to the Jacqueline Dies AU! Which you can find Part 1 of, Blood Upon the Snow, HERE and Part 2: Ghosts of the Past, HERE.

(Like the titles? I've been trying to name that sucker for AGES. Still not totally sold on Part 2's title, but for now it works :)

Design wise, I bugged K for what she thought ML!Lucy would look like at this point as well as Forgiven!Lucy, and she showed me some lovely little doodles and I based them off of those! I really like oldML!Lucy's design a LOT! Look how cool her hair is!

Perspectives and proportions are all off but! A) this is a SCRIMBLY! I'm not supposed to THINK about that sorta stuff! That was the POINT to them! And B) I'm only just starting to refine doodles and it's baby steps! Practise makes perfect!

Colours wise, I am going to fistfight the purples I used for older Luce bc they looked lighter based on the caps and the test lines and when I used them? YEAH. NO. WAY DARKER! IT'S TWO DIFFERENT SHADES AND YOU CAN'T EVEN TELL!!! One day, I'll have a full set of the alcohol based markers I like and THEN I won't HAVE that problem, IN THEORY! AH. And Mel's SHIRT is too YELLOW! GRAHHHHHHHH.

Right. So. This is the FIRST September scrimble! One more and I am caught up to where I should be next week! And I PROMISE the next two are gonna be so cute and fluffy and silly I SWEAR!

[divineningyou]

@erabundus

No matter how careful the sages were, the gods could smell the birth of a newborn deity in their world. Irminsul would never let an irregularity like Shouki no Kami exist, either. With so many divinities against him, the little god was smite by Celestia the moment he awoke, all traces of him removed from the tree. Dottore had forgotten him. Those sages who sang him endless praises had forgotten him, and somehow, a piece of him was shredded.

With no one around to maintain the workshop and tend to him, he stood suspended from those cords, bound to the cockpit of the mechanical body until someone severs those strings. A hundred years pass. Nothing happened. No praises were sung. No prayers sent to him. His divine body felt no calls to action. He remains standing, unmoving.

He closes his eyes once more to dream for another hundred years. By the time his weary eyes open again, the opening to this underground lair had caved in. Droplets of water fall from a leaky roof. Foliage had reclaimed much of the area, including the platform. Shouki no Kami, or Kurikara, isn’t the only one feeling the neglect. The robotic body was showing signs of rust. Purple metals faded in color, browning as it too undergoes deterioration.

He closes his eyes for another fifty years. There is still no praises. No prayers. It’s as if the whole world had forgotten him. The hole is bigger, more leaks pour through. Kurikara can’t move his arms. He waits longer for someone to save him, but he feels his arms and legs loosening. How long will it be until he falls apart? Already his tail seems to have shrunk from so many years of neglect.

[mezmer]

American Psycho meme of Patrick caption saying "If you'll excuse me I have some amends to make"

[toftie]

breajking my silence

[orionis13]

Manifesting that after work I have the energy to draw the new lizzie design

[pirateborn-a]

     interrupts impromtu hiatus to say that Roger would have celebrated the hell out of Shanks birthday or anniversary-of-lowkey-kidnapping with banquets and parties given the chance. That’s the day his life changed forever and for the better, the day he got his Boy™, he’d spoil Shanks as much as he could to celebrate him              perhaps in nonconventional ways, probably ended up with explosions on more than one occasion       but he’d do his best to make his boy happy

[cocolacola]

no art post im forcing you all to look at this messed up creature that im leveling in the only spare time i have left

[tempestclerics]

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[etchedstars]

daffodil and camellia <3

daffodil ⇢ do you have siblings? if yes, in what ways do you think you’re similar to or different from them?

yes i do!! i have a little brother a few years younger than me :) i think. i think we're very different people but that is simply because im Biased and i know he acts a different way around me vs my parents vs his friends. which i do too! so we're similar in that aspect. also we both have signature Sports, we're both seen as smart (although he is an Obnoxious Soccer Bro and i am not), and he has my reading taste from when i was 11 (part dystopian part realistic fiction)

differences ummmm i dont know ,, he's simultaneously a much nicer and also meaner version of me i think LMAO he actively tries to be on my parents good side and like is physically affectionate with them and makes a very big show out of loving my parents. but ive also seen him w his friends and he is just. sort of a bitch lmao ,, i like to think im the opposite

camellia ⇢ what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot?

oh this is such a loaded question because in all honesty i do not remember anything about my childhood. my bsf says i was a bitch tho so i believe her <33 i also like to think ive gotten better. um i was like. A Nerd lmao but also a bitch at the same time many people have been like "oh you scared me a lot in elementary/middle school" which like . i was standoffish ok .

in all honesty irl i am still sort of a bitch but i do my best to tone that down. im still pretty sarcastic but the whole smart person thing has kind of toned down bc im notably shitty at math and im still pretty standoffish ,, but somehow i have friends and friend groups and things so . i must be doing something right

[crystalclawed]

Apology.