#That's the wip title

[somerandomcryptid]

Dnb au where Techno is a nether gardener/merchant and Dream is a farmer that lives on the edge of his town and is kinda considered the village hermit

Techno looks scary to the townspeople because big ol' piglin in dark robes but he's actually really nice and friendly and just wants to talk and sell his funky nether flora. Everyone kinda thinks he's a witch (neutral), he's not. He plays into it sometimes for the bit, but he thinks he makes it clear that he's just some weirdo who likes plants from his home and wants to spread them with the overworld.

And Dream is incredibly resting bitch face and closed off to the point where everyone in the town just assumes he's mean. But he's so cottagecore that no one assumes he's like. Anything but a weird mean farmer. Secretly he has a little basement filled with crystals, herbs, mushrooms, and all the makings of a novice witch.

Not many in the town want Techno's wares when he passes through, but they point them in the direction of Dream's farm, nessaled into the crook of the woods at the edge of town.

Dream is infact very interested in Techno's wares. Techno doesn't get why he was warned that Dream is mean and rude when his eyes are sparkling so much at every mushroom and plant, and when Dream has to stifle a laugh and a smile every time he tells a joke.

He gets the weird feeling they've met before too....

[malsorie]

WIP!!!!!

experimenting with nightwarden minthara hairstyles ideas

hehehe

[sassypantsjaxon]

Since there's nothing to prove me wrong and none of you can stop me, I've decided that TodoIida is canon

Okay. Look at them emotionally and physically supporting each other

Look at them being recognized as a perfect pair

You've never fallen in love with the boy who helped you find your right path? Because I have, and so has Iida

Look at Todoroki using Iida for protection and Iida completely understanding

Also, look at them graduating because they're adorable

Yeah. TodoIida canon.

[3cosmicfrogs]

“It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another."

companion piece of the frankenverse

[dazzlerdrawer]

my wip so far... ahHHHH its taking too long for me.

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

《山河令》 WORD OF HONOR (2021) | Episode 34

A-Xu … A-Xu, where are you? Why is it so dark? Let me tell you, tonight I got all of them drunk! I‘m so happy! I‘m so happy tonight, listen. Last time when I was drinking with that old monster I was actually really sad. I was afraid… afraid that you couldn‘t live for much longer. Afraid that you wouldn‘t accept me. Afraid that I had no right to be your hao xiongdi. But now everything is fine! Here! Drink with me! Let‘s have a toast!

bonus:

[cadavercrafts]

I only wanted to share this when im done but i think he's a special little guy and made me laugh so i decided to post a WIP. Ignore the 50 packs of gum in the background, i don't have a problem

[limeskye]

BETTY'S OUTFIT IM DYING

[msphagime]

The King of the Wilderwest || Hiccup III Queenslayer

"Whatever do they say of that so-called King's character?" "They deem him a most dour young man... who finds joy in naught but his beasts and the havoc they wreck." (That, of course, was but a foul misrepresentation. Indeed, the King was actually deemed to be of a rather pleasant disposition. But why would he ever show his enemies that?)

Hiccup portrait for a little portrait series I've decided to do, based on my AU ::)

Hiccup || Heather

[aychama]

"Ah Queen Heket! Its a pleasure to finally meet you! Yknow since you hardly show your gorgeous face in these kinds of events! Haha Anyway we have met before but I should intruduce myself, I am-"

"King..."

"Ah, pardon?"

"King Heket... I am no ones wife... I am... the ruler of my kingdom, no less than my siblings and... I will be addressed as such."

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

"I don't miss!"

I,, might've gotten a little carried away with gravhammer Donut, ya know, just a smidge

local artist not immune to putting their favorite in vaguely god-like finery

[alecz-obssesionz]

[WIP] The two types of HK fanart

[flekh]

wow she is the woman ever

[petricorah]

something something i will follow you into the dark (comic wip)

[dadvans]

Short Term Solutions for the wip game! 💕💕💕

for the WIP title meme!

tbh can't remember what i've posted from this one before--

Tommy feels like he’s walking onto another scene when he shows up at Evan’s apartment. There’s smoke, albeit thinning through every open window, and Evan is standing on the table waving a sheet pan at the detector high overhead on the ceiling. “Hey.” Evan doesn’t look down at him. Tommy sees a smothered pot on the stove’s back burner, hallmark of a grease fire. “How do you feel about pizza?” “I love pizza,” he offers, like there’s a monster out there that somehow doesn’t. He tries to hide the worry in his voice and makes his way around the kitchen island to the stove so he can help dispose of the smoldering remains of dinner. “I’ll call Dominoes as soon as I’m not afraid of this alarm going off again,” Evan says. “Don’t worry about it.” Fuck Dominoes. Evan’s clearly had a long day, and Tommy is hungry but he’s not that hungry. They’re doing the overpriced hole-in-the-wall down the street where Ryan Gosling was apparently caught by paparazzi last week. He’s fine paying. “I can call.” Evan gives in without a fight, so he must really be at his limit. “Thanks.” It’s tough to see him like this. His usual spark has been dimming more and more the past month since Gerrard resumed control of the 118, and even on the really bad days, he seems reluctant to talk about it. The first time they did, Tommy tried to pass along wisdom from what he remembered of Gerrard: keep your head down, don’t go out of your way to do anything you weren’t asked to do (especially on a call), stay in your lane, and document every goddamn thing as best as you can the second it happens. But these days Tommy can see it in the dismissive way that Evan will crack open a beer on the countertop and say, “Nothing, nothing, you know, asked me if i moved out here ‘cause California is the land of fruits and nuts again,” that there is something worse and more complicated going on under the surface, something Evan refuses to let him help carry the weight on for a variety of reasons. It sucks. Tommy wants to help, and watching Evan struggle and buckle under whatever is going down at the 118 without him is starting to scare him. Something’s gotta give, and Tommy knows it inevitably will. The best thing he knows he can do until further notice is focus on short term solutions. He can take care of a smoking pan while Evan stands helplessly on his kitchen table. He can order a large Hellraiser, extra meat. He can get Evan so far outside of his head he’s boneless and thoughtless and can temporarily forget. “Delivery ETA is sixty minutes,” Tommy announces as he gets off the phone. “Shit, I’m sorry,” Evan says, gingerly getting off the table and setting the pan down. “I told you I’d have dinner ready, you’re probably starving. I can probably throw a salad together���“ “Don’t worry about it,” Tommy says, and that’s when he notices one of Evan’s hands is loosely wrapped. “Are you okay?” Evan seems to have forgotten about it, and looks down at his own palm when he sees Tommy staring. “What? Oh, yeah, got distracted, burned it. Then totally forgot I left the heat on high when I went to take care of it, and“—he waves his good hand vaguely around at the thinning smoke, a half-laugh catching in his throat clearly directed at himself—“yeah. Just can’t seem to stay out of my own way today.” There’s something unsaid there, some kind of weakness Evan doesn’t seem willing to part with, and it breaks Tommy’s heart. He maneuvers his way over to Evan’s side, taking him by the wrist to gently kiss over the burn. “Well, we have an hour.” He sighs. “Tell you what. Let me take care of you, get you out of your head for a bit. Then, after dinner, can we talk about it?” Evan stares up at him, eyes so big. Some invisible weight seems to slough off his shoulders at the suggestion alone, and he nods. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

[sabeedraws]

pretty boy got smacked in the face during training

sure sure I'm writing a fic based on my own sketch and what about it? I'll add the link in the replies when it's done