#but this is the rough shape of it

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Time Travel AU

Kim stalks over to the windows, where he can see Porchay waiting on the grounds below. He isn’t brave enough to come to Kim’s door; that means he has time. 

Still, the sight of him—nervously tugging at his sleeves, rolling them up his arms, tugging them back down again, over his hands—makes Kim’s heart clench painfully. He remembers what’s going to happen as clearly as the day it transpired. 

“That boy out there,” he says to himself, “is the best thing that’s ever happened to you. He is the only person that’s ever loved you for every fucked up, broken thing you are, and you’re about to destroy the only good thing in your life when you go out there and break his heart.”

“It’s for his protection.”

“No it’s not, you sanctimonious prick,” Kim snarls. He curses himself, both of them, for ever believing this would work. As if he could somehow get through to this past version of himself, who’s too confident that what he’s doing is right because he hasn’t had to live through the pain of losing Chay, yet. He thinks he’s invincible. He has no fucking idea just how vulnerable he is. 

-

Kim meets Porchay outside, and his heart leaps into his throat when he sees that Chay is already fracturing. He doesn’t remember this—remembers the way he refused to look at Chay at all, as if his cold dismissal was ever enough to run Chay off. Chay was too stubborn for that. He never let Kim run away. Maybe he should have. 

But Kim isn’t running now. 

“Porchay,” he says on an exhale, a prayer. 

“Kimhan Theerapanyakul,” Porchay responds.  He’s already red-faced and shaking—never did learn how to hide his emotions—and he’s the most beautiful thing Kim has ever seen, and Kim won’t let him break. Not this time. He cuts in before Chay can make his accusations. 

“I love you,” he says first, because that’s the most important. If nothing else, he needs Chay to know this. He never got to say it before, and it’s hard to say it now, but it also comes as easy as breathing.“We need to talk. I’m going to tell you things that will be hard to hear, but I need you to know I love you. You are the most important thing in my life. Okay? I love you, Porchay. I love you.” 

Tears spill down Chay’s cheeks even as confusion twists his face, and he opens his mouth to ask a question, but nothing comes out. Kim cups his face, thumbs away the hot tears, and pulls Chay into a desperate hug when he crumbles. 

“What’s going on?” Chay whispers, his face tucked into Kim’s shoulder, his eyes wide and wet. The confession isn’t the comfort Kim wished it could be. Not now. It’s only a sign of worse things yet to come. 

“I’ll tell you everything,” Kim promises. “But not here.” It isn’t safe. It won’t be long before his younger self regains consciousness and frees himself—they need to get out of here before he does. Kim doesn’t know where to go, though, can’t think of a single place that’s safe. He’ll figure something out; the first priority is getting Chay as far away from his self-destructive younger self as quickly as he can. 

Kim takes Chay’s hand and leads him into the garage beneath his apartment. He clings to the fact that Chay lets him, doesn’t fight it, even when he can feel Chay’s eyes boring into him with something akin to mistrust. He knows he’s earned it. He prays it’s not too late to fix this. 

Kim bundles Chay into his Maserati and peels into the street. The sooner they’re away from this place, from the horrible memories overlaid everywhere he looks, the sooner Kim will be able to formulate a plan. 

He risks a glance at Porchay. Finds him coiled tight in the passenger seat. He shifts gears, then lays his hand over Chay’s where it’s clutching the center console in a white-knuckled grip. 

“Can you trust me?” he asks. 

“I don’t know,” Chay answers. But he turns his hand over and laces their fingers together, and it feels like Chay is giving him a second chance. It’s more than Kim had last time. Maybe Chay is only giving him enough rope to hang himself, but whatever happens now—at least Kim’s lips will have known the shape of love. 

-

In the end, Kim takes them to the studio where it all began. He clears the space, then flips every lock between them and the world outside. He steers Chay onto a leather couch against one of the walls, and sits tentatively beside him. 

“Remember I love you, okay?” he says. Chay is still clutching his hand, and Kim clings to him just as desperately. 

“You’re scaring me, Kim.” 

“I know, angel. I’m sorry.” Kim has to say this, too. He owes Chay at least one real apology. Kim has had a year to think about all the things he wishes he had said today. That makes it easier, now, the truth spilling out of him, overflowing, overwhelming, and he doesn’t stop, even when Chay begins to drown. Kim holds him while he cries, and cries, and cries. Whispers I love you, and I’m sorry, and his own eyes are wet when he realizes he’s changed nothing. He was always going to break Chay’s heart.

[ratsoupee]

Accepting isolation, craving belonging

[ionomycin]

Welcome home

[torantuga]

total caricature island (another practice :P)

[awnrii]

he can see so much clearer now

[beesorcery]

what if we were gods of twilight and dawn and we kissed. and we were both girls 🌌🌅

[proxythe]

can u feel it too ❤️‍🩹

[corvid-convergence]

bugbugbug bug bug b ug bug gbug

[whoslaurapalmer]

i had so much fun making the sweet dreams figure from the book of bill, that i decided to make something else from it -- the BILL CIPHER MATRYOSHKA

i only wound up making five of them, because my medium of choice was model magic, and, well i don't necessarily recommend it for making matryoshka, but, it worked out!!

the original art from the book of bill, done by louie zong --

and there it goes in action!!

and a secret surprise 👀

of course the littlest one has something special inside! oh! it's a coin!!

and what's on the other side?

oh hey, there's another one in there! wait, it's the......same coin??

huh. same coin? same coin.

[antlersish]

Had a rough few days lmao so you get my unfinished bg3 bust sketches

[aulostheremin]

Headcanoning Shen Monkey's species

cus my life is falling apart and only monkeys can make me feel something

Now it's well known that Sun Wukong is based on rhesus macaques and so are his monkey children. of course in almost every adaptations, he's more anthropomorphic, having slight human features like an average human height and wearing clothes. this goes too with Destined One, Old Monkey and some other background monkeys.

But for Shen Monkey, I don't think he's the same species as them. he has dark grey/almost black fur, light grey skin, pointed ears (this might be cus he's a zodiac deity), yellow eyes, pronounced snout and a longer tail that almost curls.

closeup screenshots of Shen I've gotten from @szynkaaa

so what species Shen Monkey could be? I say he's either a langur monkey or vervet monkey.

these are honestly the closest thing I could get to match Shen Monkey. the colours are way off and these two monkeys are not even native to China but well... I tried.

@/szynkaaa and @blackknight-kai have their own posts on deep analysing the monkey characters in Black Myth Wukong, and it's what inspired me to make these kinds of posts to fulfil my obsession with monkies. so check them both!

[trix1erose]

golden hour in the office

(plus line art + flat colours + only shading under the cut)

[broncoburro]

Another much-needed bit of art for an old face. GOD I'M SO EXCITED FOR ARTFIGHT.

[ganondoodle]

(new totk rewritten- rough concepts)

goron smith! the colors are a bit too samey as of now but its just a concept after all

[spacedlexi]

whatever. reduces you down to your simplest shapes

[trekkiehood]

Just finished my MotA rewatch and Buck looks SO SICK at the Stalag. Like EPs 7-9 I just keep waiting for him to collapse bc he always looks like he's on the verge. And no one even acknowledges it 😭