#finally got a new stylus

[blu3per]

RUN!!!!

[sourlemonadez]

OOOH YEAH SONA X DCA BABYYY

Slight suggestive warning for the drawing undercut

[sleepyc63]

living up to their name

my iterator sona -- a dozen sleepless nights (aka sleepy)

they've been floating around in my head for a while and i finally got the design to look how i want it! :)

no shading cause i kind of like it more (but i spent too long on the shading to not post it)

[looney-mooney-studio]

Been playing a lot of Cult of the Lamb lately, here’s an art of my in-game polyamorous genderfucky Butch Wife, Witness Bathin 💜

[hiding-under-the-willow]

Give me like a week and I'm gonna drop the most insane pair of 'Everything Stays' ass wkm illustrations in existence i swear to god

[vonlipvig]

i finally got the new tumblr layout, which means i went and downloaded that stylus fix so i can have the old layout immediately,

but now i'm looking at the top left corner and the logo just looks like this:

¿¡yo!?

[mashtatosworld]

number 1

summary: it's your baby's first birthday

You found him at 2am again, perched on the windowsill in the soft glow of the city lights, his iPad balanced on his knee, stylus tapping rhythmically against the screen. His hair stuck up in every direction, the product of stress, perfectionism, and love.

“She’s turning one, Ji,” you murmured from the bed, eyes glued to your show on the tv. “She’s not debuting."

Jiyong’s gaze flicked up, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “It’s her first birthday.”

He said it like that was answer enough.

You sighed, but the truth was - you loved it. The way he loved her with every obsessive, over-the-top fibre of his being. The way his genius, the same brilliance that had made him so adored, now poured into balloon colour palettes and custom hanbok sketches.

Meanwhile, your contribution sat quietly on the kitchen counter - a lopsided, homemade cake, decorated with flowers and uneven piping. It was imperfect, but it was made by your hands, the same hands that had cradled her when she was only minutes old.

“I’ll handle the cake,” you had told him the day before, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as he stood over his table-sized blueprint of the living room transformation. “You handle... everything else.”

He grinned, eyes still pinned to the papers. “Deal.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The first thing you noticed when you woke up that morning wasn’t the sound of Diva calling for her morning rescue from her crib - it was the empty side of the bed.

A rarity, especially on mornings like this, when Jiyong usually snuggled closer, soaking in every second of sleep until his daughter’s demands pulled him away.

The soft rustle of paper drew you out of bed, padding down the hall until you found him.

He was sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, barefoot and in his stripy red pyjamas, his legs crossed beneath him. All around him were photo albums, some open, some stacked haphazardly, and in his lap lay Diva’s first baby book - the one you filled with trembling hands in those first newborn weeks, when everything felt so fragile and new.

His thumb was tracing over a photo - when she was only hours old, a tiny burrito in a hospital blanket, her dark hair already thick, her hand gripping his finger like she knew exactly who he was.

“She was just born,” he said quietly, not even looking up. His voice was rough, words thick with the kind of disbelief only parents truly understand.

You stepped closer, lowering yourself beside him until your knee brushed his. “She still is, kinda. One’s still a baby.”

He finally looked at you, and your heart clenched at the shine in his eyes. “It’s going too fast.”

You could’ve said something comforting - that you understood, that you felt it too - but you knew he wasn’t looking for reassurances. He just needed to sit in it, to hold the weight of time in his hands for a minute before letting it go.

“I thought if I planned everything perfectly, maybe I wouldn’t have to think about it,” he admitted, his smile small and self-deprecating. “If I controlled all of today, I wouldn’t feel so…”

“So helpless?” you offered gently.

He huffed out a soft laugh. “Yeah.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, letting silence settle between you for a beat. “She’s not going anywhere, Ji.”

His arm came around you automatically, fingers tracing absent patterns on your thigh. “But she’s already so different. She used to fit right here.” He held out his hand, palm up, like he could still feel the ghost of her newborn weight. “Now she’s… walking and talking... and bossing me around.”

“Yeah... she’s got her Appa wrapped around her little finger.”

“From day one.” His voice wobbled, just slightly, and you turned to press a kiss to his jaw, feeling the tension there.

“She’s going to have the best day today,” you promised. “Because you made it that way.”

“She deserves it,” he whispered. “She deserves everything.”

Before you could respond, a tiny, familiar voice broke through the air, travelling through door with painted flowers, sweet and insistent.

“Appa,” Diva’s call rang out, followed by the sound of her hands slapping the crib rail. “Appa!”

Jiyong’s breath caught - the crack of emotion smoothing into something warmer, something softer. “Okay,” he whispered, like he was answering her and himself at the same time. “Okay. I’m ready.”

You smiled, tugging his hand until you were both on your feet. “Let’s go throw her the party of the year.”

He pulled you into a quick hug, arms tight around your middle, before he kissed your temple and headed down the hall. And just before he disappeared into her room, you heard him - voice bright and sweet and full of love.

“Happy birthday, my baby.”

And that was all he needed to say.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

By mid-morning, the penthouse was unrecognisable - a floral wonderland of soft pink, gold, and ivory. Fairy lights draped from the ceiling like stars caught in a net, and sheer fabric cascaded down the windows, diffusing the light so the whole place looked like a dream sequence come to life.

The long, low table that stretched across the center was covered in silk runners and overflowing with tiny desserts: macarons, baby-sized cupcakes, delicate fruit tarts - each one the size of Diva’s fist. And at the very end of the table, your cake stood proudly on a simple white stand, a little crooked, a little messy, but yours.

Jiyong, dressed in vintage Chanel that matched your dress, hovered nearby, stylus still in hand as he made last-minute adjustments to… something. Probably the custom playlist.

“Don’t touch the cake,” you warned, catching him side-eyeing it.

“I wasn’t going to.” His face betrayed him - a flash of worry, his designer heart twitching at the sight of the imperfect frosting and wonky flowers.

You smacked his shoulder gently. “It’s made with love.”

“Just like our baby.” He smiled, leaning down to press an affectionate kiss to your lips.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Diva hadn’t touched the ground once all day.

From the moment Taeyang and Hyorin walked in, bearing gifts wrapped so perfectly they could’ve been art, Diva had been handed off from one loving pair of arms to the next.

“Look at this hanbok,” Hyorin cooed, adjusting the soft pink fabric. “She looks like a little princess.”

“She is a princess,” Jiyong corrected from across the room, where he was rearranging a floral centrepiece for the third time.

Daesung arrived with a helium balloon tied to his wrist and a mission to make her giggle, which was usually a very hard task - if you weren't her uncle Dae. He flashed her goofy smiles accompanied by loud singing, earning himself a half-smile in seconds. She was in hysterics by the end of his balloon dance.

Seunghyun stood awkwardly nearby, waiting for his turn, holding a suspiciously heavy box that if you were to guess, contained some sort of avant-garde sculpture.

“She’s been held all day,” you said as Jiyong came up beside you, his hand finding the small of your back. “She probably forgot what the floor feels like.”

“She’s training,” Jiyong teased, watching your baby clutch Taeyang’s chain necklace like a prized treasure. “VIP baby life.”

But when she spotted her Appa, her tiny hands immediately reached for him, her whole body leaning toward him with unmistakable need.

“Sorry, hyungs.” Jiyong scooped her up, tucking her perfectly into his side like they were two puzzle pieces made to fit. “She plays favourites.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

When it came time for the cake, everyone gathered around the low table - your homemade masterpiece glowing in the candlelight.

“My talented wife made it,” Jiyong announced, louder than necessary.

“Really?” Taeyang’s eyes widened in mock surprise. “It looks...”

“Charming,” Seunghyun offered, which was probably the closest thing to a compliment he’d ever given.

Jiyong leaned down over your shoulder, cheek pressed to yours, “It’s perfect.”

Diva was then placed in her high chair between you and Jiyong, staring at the cake with wide eyes. When you guided her tiny hand to the frosting, she gasped - delighted at the sticky sweetness.

In seconds, her whole face was covered, her tiny fingers grabbing fistfuls of cake and smashing it into her mouth, her hair, her hanbok. The whole room erupted into laughter, cameras flashing.

“You’re just like your Appa,” you giggled. “All or nothing.”

“We know what we like.” Jiyong kissed the frosting off her cheek, laughing when she smacked a sticky hand against his face.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Finally, it was time for the doljabi - the traditional fortune-telling ritual.

On the table lay a small selection of carefully curated items: a paintbrush, a book, a tiny gold crown, a camera, and a microphone. All symbols of different futures.

The microphone, however, stood out - sparkly, bedazzled, and unmistakably Jiyong’s.

“Ji,” you deadpanned. “That’s your mic.”

“Oh, is it?” he shrugged, feigning innocence as if he hadn't set the items down himself. He knew she always whined to touch it, hands out-stretched to the mantelpiece where it was usually displayed.

“She’s gonna pick it,” you muttered. “Of course she is.”

As soon as she was set down, Diva's tiny fingers wasted no time reaching for the glittering item placed in the centre of objects. She raised it to her mouth as if it was a teething ring and Jiyong quickly intercepted with a laugh when she began to smack the table with it.

“She’s our daughter,” Jiyong grinned, lifting her high above his head. “Born to perform.”

“Let's hope she's not as much of a diva as you then.” you teased as your baby held the mic in your direction, offering you the item covered in drool.

But you couldn’t deny the pride swelling in your chest at the sight of your little family. Music had been what brought you together, and it was clear, that was something that wouldn't change.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The birthday party slowly developed into a YG family reunion and you shook your head at the performance your husband and his bandmates were currently putting on.

Diva was falling asleep in your arms, completely unaware of the embarrassment she was serenaded with as Daesung belted out her name whilst the party-goers crowded around the mini stage Jiyong had insisted upon.

Now you knew why.

You held your baby closer to your chest, feeling a pulse of love weave through you. One year ago, as your labour pains started, you'd been terrified to birth a child into the world. You worried for your career, your love life, your friendships... fearing they would all unravel at such a big change.

But in the end, she'd been the stitch that pulled everything together.

Fantastic Baby started playing and Diva's head raised just slightly as all the boys pointed at her, the so-called 'fantastic baby' in sight.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Hours later, after the final guest left and the last balloon drifted to the ceiling, you found yourselves curled up on the couch - just the three of you.

Your baby, now in a soft and warm onesie, lay between you and Jiyong, her hands still occasionally grabbing for his hair.

The penthouse was a mess - an overwhelmingly large pile of presents, crumpled wrapping paper, half-eaten desserts scattered across the table - but none of it mattered.

“We did good,” you whispered.

“We always do,” Jiyong replied, his voice soft, his fingers trailing over Diva’s tiny hand.

“But… you were right.”

“About what?” he asked with a soft smile.

“Everything,” you said, carefully laying your head atop your baby's as she eventually settled. “Today... It was perfect.”

He leaned down to kiss the top of your head, dropping his own to rest on yours, exhausted from months of planning and a full day of entertaining.

And in the quiet that followed, with your daughter asleep between you, and your husband wrapped around you both, you realised - this was the real party. Just the three of you.

The most perfect gift of all.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

as requested! loving the diva requests, writing them makes me melt <3

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[syluslnd]

While MC and Stylus are looking at the ultrasound and commenting and laughing, how do MC and Sylus react when the doctor turns to them and tells them that they are having twins (I'll leave the gender to you)? Does MC hug Luke and Kieran and tell them the happy news? Luke and Kieran laugh at their boss when Sylus gets a little jealous of the MC and drops the subject, I wonder about that jovial atmosphere. I'm curious about emotions. Later, Sylus and MC go shopping for their twins, and while shopping, they joke with each other about the twins' future and who they will look like. Meanwhile, Sylus softens with the joy of having twins, thinking that MC will make an excellent mother. What happens if Sylus shows he's softening? I love your posts and responses to requests, thank you!!! Sorry for my bad English

sylus reaction when you are having twins

The room was bathed in a warm glow, a soft hum of quiet conversation filling the space as you and Sylus settled in.

The doctor had just arrived, setting up the ultrasound in the private comfort of Sylus’s home—a luxury he insisted upon, wanting the experience to be as calm and intimate as possible.

Sylus kept his hand on yours, red eyes softened as he focused on the screen, his intense attention on every detail. You leaned into him, heart fluttering with excitement and you kept making comments about potential names and which traits you hoped the baby would inherit.

The doctor looked over the images with a warm smile before turning to the both of you. “Well, congratulations… It looks like you’re having twins. Twin girls, to be exact.”

Your eyes widened and you turned to Sylus with a mix of shock and delight. He was clearly taken off guard too but his initial surprise melted into an unmistakable grin. His hand tightened around yours as he gave you a playful smirk.

“Twin girls, huh?” he chuckled, raising an eyebrow as his eyes danced with excitement. “Guess we’ll have double the trouble on our hands, kitten.”

You laughed, hugging him tightly but then caught sight of Luke and Kieran standing at the edge of the room.

The twins,were smiling with a hint of their usual mischief, clearly having overheard. With a little squeal of joy, you bounded over, pulling both of them into an enthusiastic hug.

“Did you hear? Twin girls!” you exclaimed, beaming at the two of them. Luke chuckled, squeezing your shoulders with a warmth rarely seen from him.

“Well, looks like this family just got a little more interesting” Luke said with a grin.

Kieran shook his head, grinning as he hugged you back. “Two mini versions of you running around? Sylus is in for it” he teased.

Sylus’s voice cut in, smooth but with a pointed edge. “If you two are done hogging my wife…” He was smirking but there was a possessive glint in his eyes, hinting at his usual jealous streak.

Kieran held his hands up in mock surrender, laughing. “Alright, alright. We’ll just be their favorite uncles, then.”

You grinned, slipping back into Sylus’s arms. “See, darling? They’re just excited” you teased, giving him a playful look as he pulled you close.

Sylus rolled his eyes, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he settled his arms around you protectively. “They can be excited at a distance” he murmured, though his eyes were warm, his grip on you firm yet gentle. “Those girls already have more than enough family to look after them.”

The doctor, smiling at the playful banter, finished up with a few final notes. “You’ve got a lot of support around you both” he said kindly. “Seems like these little girls will be well looked after.”

Sylus nodded, his gaze shifting from you to the ultrasound screen, then back again, with an expression that was rare for him—vulnerable, almost awestruck. “They’ll have the best” he murmured, his voice softer than usual, his hand never leaving yours.

For a moment, you both looked at the ultrasound screen, a comfortable silence falling over the room as everyone processed the news.

Sylus had insisted on taking you out himself to shop for baby clothes,he couldn’t resist with the news of twin girls on the way.

He guided you through the quaint little store, his hand never leaving the small of your back as you browsed the racks of miniature dresses, onesies, and shoes. His usual composed, authoritative presence softened whenever you held up a tiny outfit, excitement lighting up your face.

You smiled up at him, holding a soft, pink outfit against yourself as you imagined how small your girls would be. “Do you think they’ll look more like you or me?” you asked, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Sylus chuckled, crossing his arms as he watched you. “They’ll have to have some of my charm, don’t you think?” He smirked, though you could see a hint of tenderness in his gaze as he considered the possibility.

You rolled your eyes, laughing as you picked out another tiny pair of shoes. “Knowing you, you’d probably hope they inherit your serious side too, so they’ll never get in trouble” you teased.

“Trouble is in their blood, kitten” he replied, his smirk widening. “With you as their mother, they’ll be far too clever for anyone’s good.”

The two of you continued wandering through the aisles, his eyes following your every movement. He found himself wondering what kind of future lay ahead.

As much as he tried to maintain his usual confidence, the thought of raising two daughters as the leader of Onychinus gnawed at him. He knew all too well the dangerous life he led and the constant risks around him. Would he ever truly be able to provide a safe world for them or even for you?

While he was deep in thought, you held up a tiny dress covered in delicate lace. “Look at this, Sylus!” you cooed, pulling him back to the present. He turned and for a moment, his usual guarded expression faded as he looked at you with rare warmth, eyes softening at the sight of you envisioning your future with him.

“Perfect” he murmured, brushing a thumb along your cheek as he took in the moment. He had never imagined himself here, yet now, the thought of two little versions of you tugged at something deep inside him.

You noticed the tenderness in his gaze and leaned into him with a soft smile. “They’re going to be just like you in some ways, you know—strong, resilient.” You reached up, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. “And maybe a little bit stubborn” you teased, laughing as he rolled his eyes but wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Well, if they’re half as stubborn as you, I’ll have my hands full” he smirked, though the gleam in his eyes was unmistakably fond. In this quiet, almost surreal moment, he realized he’d do anything to protect you and the life you’d soon be building together—even if it meant learning how to be softer, just for you.

[rafesweetie]

LOVE your work ur truly talented girl

imma NEEEED sum w/ rafe being annoyed @ reader because shes obsessed w her new pink ipad and giving it all her attention instead of rafe😟

iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouuu

me casually writing this on my ipad… ilyilyily too!

“y/n?” you just barely hear a familiar deep voice call out from the mudroom after the front door opens and closes. “i’m home, baby, where you at?”

you turn down whatever music was blasting from your ipad speaker to hear him better. “hi rafe!” you call back from the living room, then turn your attention back to pinterest.

he’s in a good mood day. he closed a deal, and he’s ready to spend his evening with you. he smiles when he sees you, even if you haven’t looked back. he sits beside you, glancing over at your screen. “heyy, sweetie, watcha doin’, huh? got some good news,”

you spare him a smile. “hi rafey, m’just on pinterest,” you answer, using your apple pencil to put a pin of a girl holding a bunny into your ‘me core’ board.

��yeah? you still like the ipad, then?” he checks, because he was the one who got it for you for your birthday a month earlier.

“mhm, i love it,” you rest your head on his shoulder, pretty eyes not leaving the pictures on your screen.

he wraps his arm around your shoulder. “well put it away for now, yeah? wanna tell you about my day, c’mon,”

“waaait, one sec,” you whine gently, and he obliges for now.

your music turns back on, and you focus all your attention back on pinterest. truthfully, there was nothing to finish up, you could set down your ipad anytime, but you’re very content scrolling, and don’t wanna stop. rafe can wait, right?

no, is the answer. he waits for a bit, and then takes it out of your hands. you whine a ‘rafe!’ and he just sighs and puts it beside him. “are you twelve, huh? c’mon, talk to your boyfriend,”

“i found the cutest outfit ‘n i was about to save it to my board and then you took it away,”

“shame.” he shrugs. “i pay your phone and ipad bill, baby, can take that shit away when i want.”

you sigh but cuddle into his side nonetheless. “yeah, that’s better, huh?” he murmurs, kissing your hair. “show me those eyes, haven’t seen them yet,” you look up at him and he kisses your forehead next.

“how was your day, rafe?” you ask softly, finally accepting your fate that you’re not getting it back.

he tells you all about his day at work, that it was a good one, and he told you all about his deal. you nodded along, listening intently. when he was finished, he smiled down at you and then walked away to go make dinner.

of course, the minute he’s gone, he can hear the stylus clicking against the glass screen once more.

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[tanpopomugishu]

🚑🚒 A bit of a calming morning ritual for our lovely first responders, before they face the chaos of the day. ----- Finally get a visit from my AU boys again. I miss them so much.. ♥

----- In case this is your first time hearing about my Good Omens first responders AU, I would be so happy if you could check my other posts over here

-----

I got myself a new stylus pen, and holy crap, it's such a game changer, it makes drawing so much easier, so I went to town and added so many things on the backgrounds here, with some references of course. 🤣

Btw, do you accept AU @goodomensafterdark ?

[ember-juice]

Ever since I got my new stylus I’ve been wanting to do a redraw of an art piece I made for Epic the musical, finally got to doing so and also a redesign

So say hellos to the new Circe design

New design compared to the old design:

[thunder-opossum]

Spearmaster babied Hunter a bit while he was getting used to seeing out of one eye.

I love these two so they were my first drawing testing out my new stylus, and I finally got to use a funky brush that didn't work with my other two styluses.

[ninjagood4]

Exactly 3 years of self-study! 😃🙌

This WildBrain-like style I've been developing since 2022, but thought I'd better compare it to the earliest artwork. I keep forgetting that I actually drew the very first costume concept for Future of the Past back in 2021 💀

I didn't take up humanization for a very long time, and the reasons are clear 🙂 It was only because I learned how to sketch in 2024 (because I finally bought a stylus) that I decided to venture out again and try it. I had a hard time visualizing the characters in people form, but after a bunch of trial and mistakes, it worked!!!

Also repainted favorite old work in a new technique I've started developing recently lol :) I have some drawings from 2018-2019 and I'd like to do the same thing again! ✨🐉

There have been a lot of issues this year, from family issues to trauma to depression, leading to burnout. Now I'm feeling better and also trying to put all my efforts into content to fulfill my dream of turning drawing into a profession! I even managed to open commissions last November, which helps a lot to live up to this day. But because of all the routine, I felt too withdrawn, and didn't even notice the successes in my work, which turned out to be not few (holy cow when I saw and thought about all progress, it was like I got a year-end gift) khvjtcjthjvutcjvh

The most important achievements for this year are not only in the improvement of skills. Now I have a professional device, can compose digital music (I was able to do it before, but didn't have a chance to show you), I started humanization, advanced in FotP, learned how to sketch, opened commissions, started a YouTube channel, animation, and even learned how to draw in 2D! That's a big deal to me, as well as the rest of the accomplishments. Hopefully 2025 will bring something to help me get even closer to my goal (and lastly I noticed a lot of mistakes both in the works and in myself that I'm already working on) 🫠

There were moments when I was about to give up my favorite thing - creativity, and thanks to all your support I am still here, for which I am weightlessly grateful! No one said that this path would be easy, and you taught me that after a fall, you need to get up :’3 💚

[tellsfromninjago]

I finally got new nibs for my stylus so I can get back to working on this comic. Ten pages. Yep. Five are done. It wasn't supposed to be that long. But it needed to be that long. Fast I thought it would be. Easy I thought. Wrong I was.

Updated

it's out now and you can all read it.

[luci-deville]

Sunflowers🌻

Finally got a new stylus this morning ^^ so I can finally finish those WIPs.

[agropuff]

i finally got a new stylus so i can keep drawing this ugly mf YIPPEEEEE!!!