#also a little bit of

[smalldumbpigeon]

sketch dump of various haurchefants i may or may not have shown

also bonus of Haurchie and Francel :3

[seongghoul]

hmm. christening my new sketchblog with some lucifers.

[lungache]

thinking about how pangzi calls wu xie tianzhen and how the meaning behind it transforms. because there comes a time where wu xie is inarguably not a naive kid anymore. and how pangzi probably mourned the loss of that innocence a little bit because it came at such a cost. but also how pangzi keeps calling him that- a little as a joke, but also not. maybe he says it as a reminder of who wu xie was and is. because time stole wu xie's innocence but his curiosity and some of that wonder and hope remain, even after everything.

[andypasta]

another sketchbook dump

[translightyagami]

New L/Matsuda fic

Going Up

L and Matsuda get stuck in an elevator, and Matsuda confesses he’s always been in love with L. In an attempt to do a good deed before he dies of overheating, L says Matsuda can do whatever he wants with him. Will he regret his selflessness when he sees how big Matsuda’s dick is, or will that be L’s heavenly reward?

This fic is inspired by one of the most silly DN doujinshis of all time: Elevator Action. I always liked how over the top the story was, but it felt a little short and unfinished to me. So I re-envisioned the whole elevator sex idea with a little more meat on its bones. Hope you enjoy!

[blingblingsparklesparkle]

I read Three Assassins. Now I’m obsessed with cicada…

[akirakirxaa]

I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way Still I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday (I know I'm bad news, I saved it all for you.)

[eggs-can-draw]

Hey did you know I am now capable of drawing Ibuki consistently

[rosesutherlandwrites]

Happy new year friends! Wishing you all the very best , and a year that is sweet and kind, wherever it finds you. 💕

...I can’t believe it: I can finally say today that my book is coming out next year! You can expect fun A SWEET STING OF SALT updates to start coming later in 2023 as all the really wild things begin to happen, like a cover reveal, and an official release date dropping, and preorders and all that jazz.

[our-stars-graveside]

Sad, sad demise of the Team: Sam and Destiel ~ aka i could not think of a name for this crackfic that i took a tiny bit seriously

✨✨happy birthday @naughtystiel !!!! seemed like a fun event and i have no idea if you like stargate (checked your ao3 but no luck) so tada this fic requires no knowledge of it but it’s there :)

dean/castiel | 800-ish words | supernatural/stargate sg1 (just the concept of stargate ig)

warnings: destiel (and sam) gets gate-napped but they are also canon and alive. i don’t know

—x—

Cas stepped into the suspect’s living room, gaze focused on a book.

“Dean?” He murmured. It was not at all like Dean didn’t know Cas would never speak so softly to Sam. So he definitely did not always have to pretend he didn’t find it intolerably adorable. Nope.

The man in question glanced up from where he lightly traced the symbols on the ugly yellow wallpaper.

“Yeah? What’d you find, Cas?”

Dean did also not ever say Castiel’s name more often than necessary. He was just not soft for him like ever.

He stepped back over the rolled-up carpet to meet the angel halfway across the room, hanging over Cas’s shoulder, not so close he could feel his light exhale or anything.

“These markings appear to be drawn by the same hand as those on the wall,” Cas mused.

At Dean’s brow raise, he continued, “They are not Enochian, but I have seen some like them…long ago. Those,” he pointed to the large ring of symbols on the wallpaper, “-are a sort of parody of the original, I believe.”

Dean studied his focused frown just because his eyes accidentally ended up on his mouth of course, pursing his lips.

“So what you’re saying is, we don’t know anything. Someone thought flexing artistic license on ancient voodoo charms was a good idea so they vanished the guests in the middle of their dinner party. Great.”

The moose assumed bitchface #7 as he headed towards the two from the hallway, opening a desk drawer. His hoof scrabbled on the handle for a tense moment. Cas flipped a page.

“I am sure it was not intentional,” he told them.

“Oh yeah?”

A loud click interrupted Dean’s hangry overworked hunter rant. Then another. All eyes turned to the drawings on the wall: out of 39, two at opposite sides of the circle had lit up.

The trio moved back to the center of the room, Dean taking a defensive position. Yes, he brought a knife to a…well, a something-fight. Something that was absolutely not natural.

Four more clicks sounded, and four more symbols sent gold light onto the dusty floor in rapid succession as Dean hissed, “Cas? Tell me you’ve seen this before?!”

Castiel looked worried, dropping the book, but he said nothing. In the sudden golden glow, Dean looked positively ethereal, fierce-yet-scared look and all. He very much wanted to count his freckles again, though that would have to wait for later. Naturally he dropped the book for some other reason though, like because a seventh symbol clicked and lit.

The moose practically honked when the wall exploded. Pretty much literally, only within the circle, which sucked the explosion back in before it could touch the frightened wild creature.

Dean rushed to Sam’s side, pulling him away with difficulty because a massive skittering foot struck out and hit him in the calf more than once. Poor literate moose.

Inside the circle glimmered a puddle. It looked like one anyway, and Cas found himself stepping towards the glowing, water-like portal with undivided fascination. The shade of blue reflected beautifully off the angel’s eyes, Dean noted.

That was the last thing he noted before a purple tendril yanked Cas into the puddle. Dean dropped the moose and leaped…and fell, arms empty.

Two sets of shoes appeared before his gaze. Dean struggled back to his feet only to see himself, and Castiel.

“Cas?” He started.

But this Cas was out of breath, sweating, and trenchcoatless. So not Cas.

Fake!Dean supported Definitely Not Cas as he stumbled into the room.

Dean stared and clenched his knife except he dropped that one already. He grabbed a different knife from his belt to grasp angstily instead.

Dean:///// took one look at Dean and a cursory glance at his startled right-hand moose and seemed to realize something.

“Can you…” he glanced back at the innocently shimmering portal-puddle. Porta-puddle?

That-ain’t-my-Cas shook his head, panting. “Take..too long. To,, imbue..them.”

Secondary Dean hummed and nodded. He eased Not Even Castiel onto the floor, leaning him against a chair that was probably there purely for plot convenience.

“Who are you?” The moose spoke up because Dean was too busy analyzing Cas????? to be sure he could not be Cas. He was still pretty so it was hard to tell.

Dean #2 ignored him.

“Well, we only need one of us here, wouldn’t you agree?”

Evil Dean spun, elbowing Dean in the ribs so hard he stumbled towards the portal. With a last kick, since the supposed hunter lost all fighting capability the moment the storyline formed, Dean fell inside and was gone.

“Oopsie,” Victorious Dean snickered. He leaned down to press a soft kiss onto Cas-not-Cas’s lips.

Knew it, Sam thought.

“Looks like we’re staying, huh?”

Cas smiled a little.

Sam emerged from his DeanCas moment and gaped.

Five minutes, three futile bullets, and chaotic moose kicks later, he was gone too.

Because morally highly questionable actions running this thing or not, what CW Spn does will always be worse.

Destiel wins. Sort of.

—x—

thanks for readin, love ya! <3 and happy birthday again to the host aha ✨

@motionlessblackveilbride you are legally obligated to read this. sorry.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[a-sweeter-solarsystem]

take my hand for a moment

your objective from this point on is to survive

the election results are going to take a few days. The world is going to be very tense. I want you to take all the things you like to do to distract yourself and splurge on them. I want you to go eat your favroite foods and spend time with friends. I want you to do what you gotta do to make sure you can make it through the week.

There are people out there who want you to survive. There are people out there who are just as scared as you are.

We'll get through this. We will find a way

[cracklewink]

table for one

[dirtflunk]

th unsettling knights r kissing in the dungeon, m'lord.

[andypasta]

I’m decently sure I haven’t put these here yet, but hey if I have you get to see them again. More of the guys because they’ve taken over my brain

also my friend’s whiteboard Alastor

[saphushia]

btw. i made this quick guide of some of the natural size and proportion reference points in the human body. of course this all varies even irl, and you can stylize however you want, so ymmv but thought it might be helpful for some folks.