#faiths OCs

[mothcpu]

errand

[bogcreacher]

happy ween

[cloudsofteeth]

Days at school

Many activities

[acetier]

torin/varre art dump based on a sweet lil ask sent to me by @kirango-rouge about the immediate aftermath of torin's induction into the blood cult ((sorry this took like 5 years lmao))

varre is already thinking of marriage and torin is still processing aka they are so embarrassing about each other

[ineed-to-sleep]

A sketch a day keeps the vampires away BITING CHEWING GNAWING ON MY NECK

[bubba-draws]

damn these new followers be causing a ruckus

Some cotl doodles :> was experimenting with a couple of brushes and just decided to goof around, the second one is inspired by this song

[zzoupz]

when in doubt, draw the blorbos as animals

john: white-tailed deer

garcia: vague bear

allred: vague cat

gary: boa constrictor imperator

michael: poodle that looks like a greyhound

amy: goat

tiffany: sheep

lisa: golden retriever

bonus faith ocs (all canines. i tried.)

[canonkiller]

do it all for love

[thevoidstaredback]

Storyboard

I've decided to dump some stories here. Some will be crossposted to Ao3 at some point, and some won't. Regardless, I like writing and sharing my stories, so here's this, I guess.

Ao3

Crossovers:

Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant (DC x DP)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Ao3

Side Story

Morally Grey in a World of Black and White (BSD x BNHA/MHA)

Part 1 Part 2

Be Thou For The People (HP x FMA/B)

Part 1

How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have (DC x DP)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Take Back Your Minx

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Reunion of Brothers

Part 1 Part 2

Single Fandom:

Bruce Wayne is Batman's Biggest Hater

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Cryptid Rules

Part 1

Random Shit:

DC Comics x Marvel Comics Writing Prompt

Unconventional Summoning

Movie Thought Processes

Secret Identities Writing Prompt (DCU)

Leave Your Fics Here

Superhero Hide 'N Seek Writing Prompt

Ignore this for now

Writing Prompts

Defiled Memories (named by @rin1sakami )

No Hospitals

Asks:

The Outlier

Jack Fenton's Obsession

[erinwantstowrite]

i fear i have to clarify once again that LoF peter is inspired by multiple different spider-man variations and is not, in fact, just tom holland's spider-man

edit: this is in fact why it's tagged as this:

and not a specific movie/comic/etc

[little-demy]

PC and the F4

Took me a while but finally drew PC Merrill with the f4. Currently drawing them for future references also for height comparison between all of them✨

I might drew more of Merrill interaction between each of them in the future, but for the gist of it Merrill is the closest to Robin (he thought of him as a little brother). Sydney is a friend. Merrill is indifferent to Kylar (though he noticed Kylar is stalking him). And Whitney is technically a rival.

Something else down below!

The Initiate; Merrill ; Ivory Wraith

[faithshouseofchaos]

Can you do a webber!reader x daniel fic? idk the plot I’ll leave that up to you

“Maybe you can be like my dad one day” — Daniel Ricciardo x fem!webber reader

Word count— 1065

Fluff

As Daniel emerged from the bustling airport, he paused to take a deep breath, letting the familiar scents of his hometown fill his lungs. The warmth of the sun greeted him, a stark contrast to the cold air from the plane he had just disembarked. He shifted his luggage to get more comfortable, glancing at his watch as he waited for you to arrive.

After a long and exhausting week filled with meetings and travel, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. The thought of home—his bed, his favorite meals, and the comforting routine of everyday life—made him smile.

As the taxi pulled into his suburban driveway, Daniel's heart quickened. He could already picture you waiting for him with a warm smile, and a welcoming embrace. He reached for his wallet, paid the driver, and stepped out onto the gravel.

His weary eyes scanned the front door as he made his way up the steps, anticipation building. The sound of cicadas and the smell of freshly cut grass filled the air, reminding him of countless summer evenings spent in the yard with you.

With each step, Daniel felt himself shedding the stress and exhaustion of his travels. As he reached the front door, he paused for a moment, steadying himself before turning the key and pushing it open.

The door creaked softly, and he was immediately enveloped in a familiar, welcoming warmth.

"I'm home," he called, his voice carrying an undertone of both weariness and eagerness.

He dropped his luggage on the floor, his eyes darting around the room, seeking your presence. The house was quiet, but he knew you were there somewhere—cooking, perhaps, or maybe curled up on the couch with a book, waiting for his arrival.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He could already sense the comfort that awaited him.

“I’m in the kitchen baby!” Daniel heard you call out to him. Daniel's smile widened as he heard your voice coming from the kitchen. He followed the sound, his steps light and quick.

As he entered the kitchen, his eyes found you immediately, and he felt his heart swell with affection. He took a moment to simply look at you, admiring the way your hair fell across your shoulders, the way the sunlight streamed in through the window, framing your face.

Without a word, he approached you, his arms enveloping you in a tight embrace. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling the familiar scent of your skin, and let out a deep sigh of contentment. The exhaustion and stress of the week seemed to melt away with your touch.

"I missed you," he mumbled, his voice muffled against your neck. "God, I missed you."

He pulled back slightly, his hands cupping your face. His eyes roamed over your features, taking in every tiny detail as if reacquainting himself with a beloved landscape.

His thumb traced a gentle path across your cheek, then moved down to your lips, lightly caressing the soft skin. A mixture of tiredness and longing in his gaze. He gently rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he reveled in the comfort of your closeness. His fingers found their way into your hair, the soft strands slipping through them like silk.

For a moment, he didn’t speak. He just stood there, holding you, breathing you in—like a man lost in the desert finally finding an oasis.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked, referring to the fact that only the day before he had lost his F1 seat.

Daniel's shoulders tensed at the question. Talking about it would force him to confront the disappointment and uncertainty again. But at the same time, he longed to pour his heart out to you, to share his fears and frustrations.

He let out a heavy sigh, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes.

"It's been a rough day," he admitted, his voice laden with both exhaustion and resignation. "Losing my seat...it's not easy to digest."

He stepped back fully now, giving himself space. He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest as a shield, but his gaze remained fixed on you, seeking comfort and understanding.

"I just... I don't know what I'm going to do now. I've given my life to racing, and now I feel like it's all falling apart," he confessed, the vulnerability in his tone raw and unguarded.

“Oh Danny, I’m sorry. It wasn’t easy for my dad when he retired, but he found a way to adapt and thrive in this new chapter of his life. I remember how challenging it was for him at first—the sudden shift from a structured work routine to having all that free time. However, he managed to channel his energy into something meaningful. He took on the role of a manager and mentor, guiding Oscar to become a great racer. It transformed him, and I think it’s incredible to see how fulfilled he is now. Who knows, maybe one day you could follow in his footsteps and become a mentor too, just like my dad, Mark Webber!”Daniel leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, absorbing your words. The mention of your dad and the parallels you drew gave him some comfort.

He considered your words, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"You know, I wouldn't mind being like your dad. Managing a team, and mentoring other drivers. But can you imagine me in a suit and tie all the time?" he teased, the hint of a laugh in his voice.

But beneath the light-hearted humor, there was a hint of longing. Daniel had indeed thought about what came next, the options he had outside of driving.

He pushed himself up from the counter, closing the distance between you once more. His arms slid around your waist, pulling you close to him again.

"It's just... scary," he admitted, the weight of his predicament settling onto his shoulders. "I've never had to think about life outside of racing. That's all I know".

He looked down at you, his gaze seeking reassurance. "But hey, if your dad made it work, then I'll figure something out too, right?"

Despite the uncertainty, he found hope in your presence, in the way you held him. With you by his side, he felt stronger, more capable of facing whatever lay ahead.

[bogcreacher]

had a horrible realisation the other night

[altverse-invertverse]

When you try to cheat your way in a gamble,

be careful

you might reach too close to the sun.

Hi I watched the entirety of Kakegurui season 1 drawing this, so I got a new oc, meet Neyda, the fool who gambled(tried cheating too) everything he had(including his horns) to the Bishops and ended up losing his free will to serve as a play thing to them to avoid death.

[ask-cupbros-parents]

𝜗𐑞 Faith's Diary Entry #2 •❥

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Mom is really scared. She told the Calix Order she would do anything to make Hope better. They said they were making a potion that could heal her, but they needed her to test it.

But I couldn’t let her do it alone. Hope’s my sister. We do everything together. I couldn’t let her be all alone, so I said I would do it too.

Mom didn’t want me to. She looked really mad, but I knew she was just scared. But I had to help Hope. I have to be with her, no matter what.

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That's all for now. The rest will be up to Utena to decide when to tell Walter.

[sunshinepixels]

Night Routine w/ Faith 😴