#and i'm not that good at drawing curly hair ;;

[lunacias]

these are the silt verses, and I name our disciples thus

[bonicedemandarina]

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Shotout to Leona and Cheka for singlehandedly getting me out of the worst artblock I've had in months, love these guys

Tbh I just wanted to draw Cheka doing that one thing kids do when they treat you like a climbing tree, I have other drawing about that but it's a work in progress, it was supposed to be animation practice but Ibis got some crunchy quality on the canvas if you don't pay so. Yeah. Also Grim is here bc why not

[skullsandcorals]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @apiratefellinlovewithastar 🤭💜💜💜 !!!!

I hope you like it ;)

(click for better quality if you're on the mobile app. do not repost.)

[million-golden-drachmas]

𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗅 𝖡𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗈 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦 by @percy-and-rachel-events (late entry) 🔹𝖧𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁

A twist to the original 'meme' where Percy calls Rachel a good girl for saving him with that dam blue plastic hairbrush.

Does this even qualify as an entry for the Hairbrush prompt tho😅?

[ask-lana-and-lala]

Original images 👇

Marina and Phos belong to @the-trash-phrog

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

The usual up-late-wanna-draw subject.

[miralands-resident-conspiracist]

I decided to hyperfixate on drawing Renatta in the style of The Last Unicorn for no reason

[hekateisconfused]

I received a vision from the gods.....

[morrigan-sims]

I was playing with looks for Rook for during his time with Wolf the other day, and LOOK AT HIM!! My poor, tortured boy...

[the-acid-pear]

Art VS Artist 2023

I think 2023 is the year equivalent of being skinned alive and the sheer volume of L.L.s I drew is definitely a proof of that.

[linalilia]

me: i always try to make my oc designs look as unique as possible :)

also me when it comes to hairstyles:

[missing-her-hour]

shit she's pretty cute interesting funny charming smart athletic strong confident dances AND she DRAWS??? This is not ok

[dontmixpaintinyourcoffee]

This one goes out to all the bitches who love some good Safehouse Era Horror. It's me, I'm bitches. I want Jon and Martin to be fucked up and eldritch but I want them to be fucked up and eldritch and loved

(Notes under the cut because I can't help myself. Heads up, I do go into some detail of how Jon gets injured so I can explain my thought process for how I designed his scars. All canon-typical and fairly clinical in tone.)

Here's how I picture Safehouse Jon!

He doesn't need glasses anymore by this point, so he should just be wearing empty frames, but I drew this before I settled on my glasses headcanons. This drawing looks better with the reflection anyways.

He hasn't gotten a haircut since before his promotion to Head Archivist. He doesn't love the weight of it on his neck, but he also uses it to fidget, and he really doesn't want to go through the whole process of cutting it. He's disliked haircuts since he was a kid (People: Bad. Small talk: Bad. Touching: Bad. Loud sounds: Bad. People talking all at once: Bad) and since his time with the Circus he's only grown more reluctant to go and get it done.

At this length his hair is naturally pretty curly but he is. Not taking care of it. I actually put a lot of effort into trying to make it look brittle and tangled (I have a lot of experience lol, my hair is quite thick and I've always hated taking care of it. Yes I am also projecting my feelings about going to a hairdressers onto him why do you ask.)

The various scars were a bit of a strange task, but anyone who has seen my takes on The Bad Kids knows I'm not averse to selective realism in my fiction. Easiest one was the neck, I always pictured Daisy making a vertical cut based on "through the voice box". The larynx is longer than it is wide, so I think Daisy would go for the method that dealt damage across the largest total surface area. Yes I am aware that I'm speaking the same way Martin does when he explains his corkscrew.

The worm scars were easy because I barely drew any. There are a few marks on his cheek, but they're just surface bites. I picture most of his encounter with Prentiss showing on his legs, particularly on the right side, with enough damage there that he starts using a cane after the incident to keep weight off his right leg. More research to be done on this particular detail.

Finally the burn on his hand from Jude. This was the weirdest one to figure out just because of the nature of the injury. How do you quantify the damage done to an epidermis by a living manifestation of sometimes-boiling wax that can heat and cool at will? I settled on it being a second-degree burn that healed supernaturally fast, containing the damage to the space Jude had direct contact with. He'd probably have some mobility issues there as well. I know there are ways to help with mobility and pain after a severe burn, but I don't know how much of it Jon would actually. Do. Like I said, definitely further research to be done on these last two.

Hey so I'm gonna ask you to stop and consider the horror of the watcher. The helplessness. The guilt. The inherent terror of being a spectator, a participant by proximity but not by action. The horror of not being able to look away, of being a bystander. Jon forgets to blink sometimes. But wouldn't it be so much worse if there were no eyelids at all? That's how I interpret the description of The Archivist being "All Eyes" :D

I love a good Many-Eyed Jon, so I whipped up my own interpretation here. I think the more he Becomes the more he starts to resemble the thing from the dreams. He has a lot more control of it in S5, but it still creeps up on him and he has to consciously go back to a human shape.

[sir-fenris]

Glad to know @paingoes :)

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◆ 𝐅𝖎𝖗𝖊𝐰𝖔𝖗𝖘

(Arts' masterlist)

Delta got a bit emotional, but it's okay, he enjoyed the fireworks and the outing <3.

Kitty is a bit confused and shocked by the tears at first, but she comforts him right after <3.

Happy new year, Kitty and Delta (っᵔ ᵕ ᵔ)っ♡.

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A clearer look on the background.

Don't ask where the fireworks are coming from >:(, they're just there. And the northern lights... shhh, it's pretty and I wanted to add it.

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A closer look on Delta, because he's so pretty crying and with his short hair :3

And a closer look on Kitty. She was fun to draw! But I wish I could have done her hair more justice... once I'm better at drawing hair, I'll draw her again <3

Would Delta like fireworks? Would Kitty or Apollo take him to see fireworks?

yes :D !!!! he thinks theyre pretty

i think in early recovery he asks to skip out on a lot of holidays/ceremonial things just because of the negative associations but he actually does like the splendor of it by itself. would be super happy to go and be included once he’s comfortable going out to things ^_^

[joycrispy]

I wanna talk about The Angel Who Would Be Crowley.

Because I had a certain set of expectations, which got thoroughly trashed in the first five minutes of S2, and my genuine response is, "Oh, fuck, yup. You're right. That's WAY better."

Looking around at GO fandom, I'm not alone in this. So let's talk about it.

Basically, a lot of people (myself included) believed that he was a high-ranking angel, and therefore as chilly and remote as every other powerful angel we'd seen at that point. We pictured Crowley-To-Be as long-haired, regal and imposing --and the fanart at the time reflected this. I'd link some if Tumblr didn't hate links.

Something like this:

We were collectively drawing on a few things --mostly, Crawly's appearance and general bearing in the Biblical scenes of S1--

--But also scattered hints of his importance, backed up by conspicuous absences in Heaven and a few profound displays of power. That's all better covered elsewhere, so I won't reiterate the arguments here. All I'm saying is: I think our headcanons were justified.

But it turns out he was this:

!!!

With his curly little--!!

And his neat white--!!

IT TURNS OUT, he was an angel who squeaked and squealed when he was happy; who flailed his arms around and made explosion noises with his mouth to explain nebulas; who preened when told his stars were pretty. Furfur, who knew him before the Fall, says:

"You used to jump on me back, little monkey in a waistcoat..."

(The use of a diminutive there, 'little'...oh, that fascinates me.)

In a pretty huge subversion of expectations, we're given these glimpses of an angel who was sweet, and joyful, and heart-meltingly silly.

In sum...an innocent.

(Perhaps innocent to a troubling degree.

We see how he troubles Aziraphale, during their first conversation. He starts looking around and behind them, checking to make sure that no one can HEAR the blithe and reckless things coming out of this angel's mouth. This angel who talks like he's never been reprimanded in his life; like it's never occurred to him that anyone would want to hurt him.

Before the Beginning, Aziraphale understood Heaven better than he did. The danger is plainly occurring to Aziraphale.)

So now, we the viewers are in on a cruel joke that Aziraphale has known all along, which is that this --THIS-- is the angel who--

*checks notes*

--did a million lightyear freestyle dive into a boiling pool of sulphur. For asking questions.

...Imagine you are Aziraphale, and everything inside you wants to believe Heaven are the Good Guys, and God is Good and Everything She does is capital-R Right...and now try to reconcile that. Keep trying. I don't think he ever totally managed it in 6000 years.

All this gets further complicated when we learn that, despite all of the above, we were still right. That sweet excitable babby up there?

He WAS a powerful and high-ranking angel.

That much is explicitly confirmed, with significant evidence that he could have been among the mightiest of archangels...

...Who apparently accosted his fellow angels for piggyback rides. And was remembered millennia later by those (now fallen) angels as something 'little.'

What does that tell us about who he was? Is?

Hell, Aziraphale has known to be wary of the archangels (and the judgements of Heaven in general) since before the Fall even happened. He chooses to believe they are Good; he can't fool himself into thinking they are Safe.

Yet he's absolutely certain that Crowley won't hurt Job's children. Enough to stand in a burning building and say to them, "I can't save you, but don't be afraid. I won't need to."

And what reason does he give?

("I know you."

"You do not know me."

"I know the angel you were.")

What does that tell us about who he was? Is?

("The angel you knew is not me."

But how is Aziraphale supposed to believe that, when he can see him all the time?)

tl;dr --yes, this is better. I love the tragedy of it.

'Innocence died screaming' and all that.

[wlfchnlv3r]

Quiet

fem reader x bangchan

synopsis: chan can’t stay away from you even when there is someone else in the dorm.

warnings: 🔞!!! mdni!, boyfriend!bangchan, smut, fingering, praise, unprotected sex.

word count: 4k

note: uhm hi! this is my first fanfic + english is not my first language, so pls be gentle😓

"Be quiet for me, baby, i know you can do that" Chan’s voice warns you with a whisper.

You nod in response, biting down your lip. Jeonjin was taking a shower and, as always, he turned up the music. You and Chan both tried to not have sex in the dorms, especially when any of the other guys were around. But unfortunately, this time was the exception.

"God you are beautiful." Chan smirked, looking down at your body as your raised t-shirt expose your naked body to him.

You smiled at him before pulling his tank top up and over his head. He leaned down to kiss you, moaning against your mouth, your hands moving to tangles your fingers through his curly hair, that you loved.

Chan started to kiss along your jawline, one of his hands slided down to your hip, gripping it and rubbing small circles while the other one moved towards your, already wet, panties that you still had on.

"Chan." You quietly moaned as he brushed his fingertips over your covered core.

"Quiet, baby" his voice was low, soft and muffled by your skin; He began to pull the fabric of your slip away from your cunt; the sudden move sending shiver down your spine.

Bang Chan curse under his breath when his fingers started to move on your swollen clit, and you opened your legs more, wanting to feel more of him.

This went on for a few seconds before he smirked subtly and crashed his lips on yours in a deep, wet kiss, with his tongue forcing its way past your lips; as his fingers continued to draw circles over your clit.

You let out a loud moan, which made chan cover your mouth with his hand as he started finger fucking you.

Chan started to leave sloppy, wet kisses all over the skin of your neck as he was making a mess between your legs; the room was filled with the sound of him fingering you.

"Chan I need more” You whined.

"Please, please I can’t wait any longer." Your fingers were now pulling his curly hair.

"Someone’s eager” Chan stood up slightly and yanked off your panties, throwing them onto the floor of his room; then he finished to take his sweatpants down his legs with his boxer.

"Channie please." You were desperate for his touch.

"Please what, baby? Use your words" Chan smirked at you before his hand cups your chin and tilts your head up, making you look at him.

“Fuck me… please” you whined as he leaned down between your open legs and felt him align himself with your entrance; you tried to don’t let out a moan.

His free hand moved between your legs and he runs his finger across your folds, loving the way you react.

He slowly slided into you, letting out a guttural moan; meanwhile one of his hand was on your thigh to keep you still.

"Oh fuck." He muttered under his breath as he starts moving. "You feel so good."

You on the other hand were a whining mess. Not able to form a sentence.

Your moan and the sound of skin on skin fill the room, along with Chan’s groans and heavy breathing. He was thrusting deeply into you; making you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull lightly.

He moans before pushing back into you with a deep thrust that makes your body shudder.

Unfortunately, when you were close, Chan froze. Both of you heard the shower water stop. You guessed it had to be Jeonjin coming out of the shower.

"Fuck." He moaned starting to moving again, this time faster and deeper. "You like making me this desperate, mh?.”

“Chan i’m-“ you tried to put up a sentence but before you could, your orgasm hit you. You tightened around him as his thrusts didn't stop. You were shaking in the grip of pleasure.

"Chan” you moaned, your body still in daze from the orgasm. "Please cum inside, I wanna feel you."

"You want me to come inside, baby?” His pace picking up once again. He buries his face back into your neck leaving more wet kisses on your skin “you sure?” He asks just in case, knowing you were on birth control.

"Please, Chan” a few more movements and you feel him release himself inside of you, slowly; You whined due to the overstimulation, and he pulled out, laying down next to you.

He pulled you closer to him as both of you trie to get your breathing under control. After a few moments he speaks "You know, sometime I’m grateful for Jeonjin and his long showers."

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