#ahaha I’m here for it

[somerandomdudelmao]

CASSSS CAS CAS CASS I MADE THING FOR YOU

*holds out hands to present picture*

I give you hoofsies because I thoughts they were cute

:0 Hoofsies…….oooooHHHHH I LOVE IT

[silversoulsociety]

Gojo Satoru ✰青のすみか

[timethehobo]

What’s happened this time?

[crazymecjc]

armand iwtv save me,,,, save me armand iwtv

[booplesnotts-art]

hi! could you maybe draw micheal and/or dagon?

Hello hello! Of course🖤

So I’ve literally never drawn Dagon before in my life and this was a STRUGGLE so I am sorry if it doesn’t really look like them I tried😭😭

I planned on answering this request with a drawing of them actually interacting but this is what I have for now

I plan on drawing them kissing though I mean what

Bonus cause I thought I was funny with this one

[fishy-strawberries]

I want her, Lark 🤍

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I know I’m slightly late to the I Prefer Girls redraw trend but consider, Ilsalanna is good for my soul ☺️

(This is on my main blog instead of my art blog on purpose! It just feels better here)

[chimerahyperfix]

Run down your list. You are currently on your way to intercept the King, before he gets to the house. Whenever he gets there, it’s a bloodbath; metaphorically and physically. How many more times do you have to see everyone get frozen? See the King smash those who stand before him? You can’t see it again, you can’t you can’t you can’t, so you sneak out to face him instead. If he can’t get to the House, no one has to die, right? Simple as that. The endless night of his approach hangs right over Dormont, so you have to catch him, NOW.

You make a pit-stop at the Favor Tree anyway. It’s tradition at this point.

You did… something, here. Before you started looping. The hypothesis is that whatever you did at the Favor Tree caused the time loop you’re trapped in. You know you wished, a ton— at least ten times, or maybe twenty? All in as many different ways you could think of. Stretching outside the realm of how you know to wish. The desperation drove you to doing random things in hopes it would save you, and— well, it kinda has? You’ve doomed yourself for everyone else’s sakes.

That’s all well and fine enough, you rationalize. One person for many. Who knows what’ll happen if he actually takes the House; you don’t want to find that answer out.

The Favor Tree is huge. It’s a nice tree, lots of leaves, lots of shade. You could probably climb into its branches and never leave, get trapped in a web of tree bark and leaves like a cage, birds and squirrels and other such animals as your jailers. Maybe that wouldn’t be too bad. You could try that, next loop, if you failed here. You know you’ll fail, because nothing has worked so far. Your mind flashes with images of blood-stained floors, of screams both by and for many, many people. Hands reaching to you, hands reaching out.

Breathe. The memory fades away. Your hands curl into fists.

You depart, to fight the King. To stop the King.

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The King is very tall. A couple stories high, you’d reckon. He towers over you, the trees and everything else. The clearing you’ve stopped him in is very close to the House. Too close for comfort. Shouldn’t have stopped at the tree. Everything is swamped with the scent of burnt sugar.

He looks down at you— do you look like an ant to him? One singular ant? Wouldn’t that be interesting. A single blockade to the anthill, standing its ground. One mistake and he’ll turn you into a dark stain, or an icy statue. One mistake is all it’ll take for him to rip through the House like paper.

The Craft Bomb is heavy in your pocket. The backup potions, seven or eight of them, all in little tossable vials, toxic and burning and acidic, weigh down the other pocket of your lab coat. You remember drinking at least three of them. They all killed you. Painfully. Curse your desk for not being clean before you started looping. If you’d just taken a few minutes before you wished, so many deaths would’ve been avoided…

But that’s not important now. The fire in your throat, as imagined as it is now, still hurts. Your voice has taken an odd rasp to it now, the consequences of toxicity and blind reaching for water forever etched into your very being.

“How have you done it?” The King asks. You can’t see his eyes, past his endless, wild mane of hair and his gauntlets covering his face, but he sounds both confused and enraged.

You don’t answer, instead brandishing the bomb you worked so hard on. You made it in record pace, this loop. It too reeks of caramel.

The King simply moves a hand. You know what’s coming, and you move before he does. The curse of being so, so tall, is that you’re faster. The bomb goes flying, and you toss the potions all in one go for good measure before skittering out of the way. The King lunges for you as the bomb explodes, sending waves of fire and craft energy everywhere. Blinding, deafening. Its force knocks you to the ground.

He still moves, though. Not enough. Damn. Maybe you need two bombs… do you have the materials for a second one? You hope, as he swings his giant gauntlet down onto you to mash you like a bug, that he sees the weird shade your eyes have taken lately. A pair of blaring, dangerous warning signs.

You’re not scared anymore. This has happened many times.

You still scream.

His attack hits, and through the veil of absolute agony, there’s a tug on your stomach. Back to the drawing board.

[deus-ex-mona]

real talk: lxl should continue to explore romance fantasy concepts in their songs. it’s clearly working for them~

[seagull-scribbles]

By unpopular demand, 💕 Val

[whumpy-wyrms]

hey. why does he look like that. all i’m saying is that if he wanted to drink my blood i’d let him

[coldpintglass]

It’s my birthday today 💃🕺🎉

But spurs, Liverpool AND Bayern are all playing today so if we could make sure my party hat isn’t replaced by a jesters cap that would slap.

[ninyard]

what are your opinions on people replying to your exy twitter posts as if they’re in-universe fans? (obviously not the tweets about the trial but the others like the nathaniel reveal, tattoo etc.) would you feel like it’s infringing on your work or would you be 9k with it?

hmm. i’m not REALLY sure what you mean by this to be honest!!

like using the tweets i’ve made specifically in different posts? i’d personally not be crazy about that i know i don’t own the idea of exy fans on twitter or whatever i would never be like STOP UR STEALING MY IDEAS but using things ive posted is not suuuuuper cool with me

mostly because i plan on making more of pretty much all of them that i’ve made already but again i can’t/wont stop anyone from making their own i guess??

[myvirtuesuncounted]

i go outside to study in the fresh air and i come back inside with hayfever…

[loderlied]

CHILL PLEASE CHILL OUT ROMEO DREAD AND DOOM MY CONSTANT COMPANIONS BRRATHING DOWN MY NECK LEAVE FOR 1 SECOND

[whump-in-the-closet]

saw whumpwillow’s poll about whumpy music lyrics and wanted to do one of my one

(all are by the Score)

song 1: Stronger

song 2: Best Part

song 3: The Fear

song 4: Fire

song 5: Head up

song 6: Can you hear me now

[deus-ex-mona]

petition to let them fight over the ichigo au lait