#colouring book edition

[cuddlybitch]

@userdramas event 14: contrast @userdramas get to know me bingo: adaptation @pscentral event 24: team tools (gradient map) @pscentral​ anniversary event: take two 2.0 (adaptations)

Seuli High Trio + comic / shadow selves

EXTRAORDINARY YOU (2019)

[thenamelessdoll]

Yet another master post with Disney colouring pages that I have done. A very gay version this time around. ;3

More colouring pages: 1  2  3 4 Colouring Page Give-Away - Watch Me Colour

[mentattea]

I think the 2019 Romanian editions are one of the best-looking out there.

[aredhels]

THIS IS HOW YOU LOSE THE TIME WAR by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

I want to be a body for you. I want to chase you, find you, I want to be eluded and teased and adored; I want to be defeated and victorious—I want you to cut me, sharpen me. I want to drink tea beside you in ten years or a thousand.

[dribs-and-drabbles]

The Thai Communal Wardrobe item #3

Don't Say No ep 5:

Bad Buddy ep 5:

Enchanté ep 10:

Even Sun ep 6:

Vice Versa ep 8:

The Eclipse ep 8:

The Three Gentlebros ep 1:

The Eclipse ep 11:

A Boss and a Babe ep 4:

My Dear Gangster Oppa ep 3:

Middleman's Love ep 1:

[hells-plaid-angel]

 Carson McCullers - The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

[psychmerchant]

another rebind!!

[neproxrezi]

This idiot can't even win house of leaves¹

[hotwaterandmilk]

Series: Tenkuu no Escaflowne Artist: Kuhara Shigeki Publication:  Kami-igusa Production's ‘Free Drawing - Sour Cream’ doujinshi (12/2003) Source: Scanned from my personal collection

[sirtaliesin]

Arkham Asylum: Living Hell - #5

[cuddlybitch]

@userdramas event 08: heat @pscentral event 17: vibrance

We drop it like HOT, HOT, HOT (Oh, we feelin' so HOT) Yeah, I'm runnin' too HOT, HOT, HOT, HOT

SEVENTEEN. "Hot." Face the Sun, 2022

[wormthing]

Another day, another night.

[emily-mooon]

Was drawing in my sketchbook while listening to New Order and made this cool sketch of Ramona

[luminousjellyfishy]

MORE????? I'm on a roll

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ColorKiller Angst

Characters (UTMV): Killer, Color, Nightmare

Word Count: 948

Trigger Warning: Character death, gaslighting, toxic NM

Summary: Killer had been meeting up with Color in "secret" for a while now. Nightmare decided that enough was enough.

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For such a long time before, Killer had been sneaking out of Nightmare’s mansion to secretly meet up with Color. What they had together was beyond words and honestly beyond Killer’s comprehension, he just knew it was something. Something that he didn’t have with anyone else. Something he never wanted to have with anyone else.

It was thoughts like those that disturbed him. 

Especially now.

He had never even known what he was feeling, but he only wanted to feel them for Color.

Unfortunately for him, Nightmare had grown tired of these “secret” meetings of theirs and decided he would put an end to them.

He had let Killer have his fun, but all good things must come to an end to make way for such delicious despair.

So now, in the Waterfall of a desolate AU that had been their chosen meeting spot, Nightmare stood above a kneeled Killer, a tentacle wrapped around his soul in a threatening manner.

Just off to the side was Color, who had been pushed out of the way when Nightmare made his appearance. He was struggling to get up in the face of the sheer amount of Negativity in the atmosphere, but kept trying to inch closer to Killer, to get him away from danger, to protect him at any cost necessary. His flames were burning a vibrant purple and orange.

“... don’t…” Killer rasped aloud, but to whom he was begging was unclear.

Was he telling Color not to bother with him? Was he telling him to run?

Or, was he begging Nightmare to leave Color alone? Was he pleading with him to spare the only life he held any value to?

“I’ve grown tired of your insolence, Killer. With you constantly sneaking out to meet with this walking rainbow, you’ve lost your true reason for living; your only purpose. You do remember what that is, hm?” Nightmare asked him, cocking his head and smirking down at the pitiful display before him.

Instead of answering him, like he knew he should have, Killer stayed silent and stared at the floor.

“Killer… you don’t have to listen to him. It’ll be fine, I promise.” Color said to him, hoping desperately to prevent a stage shift. 

Killer looked up at him momentarily and his soul throbbed. What was he feeling right now? Why did it hurt so much?

Whatever it was, it made Nightmare’s smirk drop instantly and his tentacle coil just a bit tighter. Tight enough to make Killer curl over himself and let out small, very obviously repressed sounds of pain.

“Stop that!” Color yelled at him as he summoned an arm blaster and prepared to attack. However, before he could hardly charge it, a tentacle quickly wrapped its way around his arm and tightened significantly, severely breaking it.

In response, Color yelled out in pain and hunched over, cradling his arm, or what was left of it.

Killer’s eyesockets widened and he looked up at Nightmare with such a desperate look and pleaded, “Please stop! Please!”

Reveling in such potent Negativity from the two skeleton’s, Nightmare just laughed at him and shook his head in amusement.

“You know, I’m feeling rather generous right now, so I’ll give you a choice: Come back with me and leave Color behind, alive; or leave with him.”

Silence followed.

“Don’t do it Killer. Go with him. There’s some sort of trick here, I know it. Please, go with him. I’m begging you.” Color begged him, his eyelight shaking as he could feel in his gut that something was so very wrong here.

“Well?” Nightmare asked, seeming to taunt him even with a single word.

“... I choose to leave with him.” He said, glaring up at the one so clearly superior to him.

“Oh, how disappointing.” Was all that could be said before a tentacle pierced its way directly through Color’s soul.

There was hardly any sound as Killer was forced to watch the most important person to him turn to dust.

The tentacle unwound itself from Killer’s soul, leaving him to support himself, which he could not do, instantly falling further to the floor and letting out sounds he didn’t think he could make anymore.

These sounds were ones of true agony. The ones that only come when you’ve just lost something truly dear to yourself. The ones that come after you’ve lost the one person you’ve ever loved.

“You know, maybe if you’d chosen to go with me, this wouldn’t have happened.” A small sigh and click of his tongue, “Look what your choice did, Killer. Look what you’ve done.” Nightmare murmured to him, right beside his ‘ear’.

A heart-wrenching wail was the only response to be heard before Nightmare sighed once again, saying something about a mess, before leaving.

As Killer sobbed, he apologized and screamed for forgiveness to the point that his throat had grown raw and scratchy.

He stayed there for so long, crying and screaming for Color to come back, that he was so sorry, that he hated Nightmare for what he had done. 

Nightmare showed no signs of coming back, but that made sense because that was what Killer had chosen. He chose for him and Color to leave, but it was never specified like in the first option that both would be alive.

Killer stayed there so long, hunched over and crying to no end that he hadn’t noticed that his soul didn’t look target-shaped anymore. It now looked like an upside-down heart.

He was in Stage 1 and he wasn’t able to go back.

He was stuck with this agony and he would have to live with it forever.

And Nightmare was just fine with that.

[normalpeoplethiings]

finally got heartstopper volume five today and i also got the colouring book which im really happy about 😽

[cuteniaarts]

@katkastrofa, circa 40-ish hours ago: Hey, what if our newest bunch of OCs adopted a baby from one of the other brothel girls who knew she couldn’t afford to raise one? That would make for some fun shenanigans :D

Me, with a notoriously non existent sleep schedule, instinct of self preservation or concern for my poor wrist: Alright, bet. Watch how fast I can make you fall in love with this hypothetical baby >:)

Daneli as a gentle and loving caretaker-turned-adoptive-mother is something that can be So Personal, actually, and originally I was going to leave it at this quick sketch, but then I got carried away thinking about what this child will grow up to be like raised by this little gang of misfits, so…

Here she is!! A little older and so, so beautiful, I need more of her in my life immediately, she’s way too precious

And, because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t also add a sapphic element to this absolute cinnamon roll, a small crack ship that I’m only half serious about for when she’s a little older still:

All in all, we may be getting impossibly far from canon, but I for one already cannot get enough of sweet darling Kumisai <3

(I fully drew three pieces from scratch in 9 hours I cannot feel my brain or my hands anymore send help)