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[partypanic]

Can you guys tell. That tommy is my favee guy to draw everrr... Tommy collata.... Also joined by some wackass and sunkist

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[pridoo]

@dinlukeweek​ “70s dinluke”! I like many movies from the seventies, especially films where “boring” guys solve mysteries and go a bit crazy, reflecting the instability and paranoia of the times (All The President’s Men, The Conversation, Apocalypse Now, Jaws…). So here’s Luke and Din getting to the bottom of it.

[corknaut]

the no context muppets elysium jspaint doodles

[dailydikke]

Day 57

[strxnged]

ALHAITHAM: # magic.

My secret santa gift for the illustrious Miss Ying @mlkbwunnies (AKA Mrs. Alhaitham)! Thank you for tolerating my poetic inclinations—I can't be normal about anything including your selfship. I am so glad to have met you in the last year or so. You are truly a light in the (many) communities you contribute to! I love being in your server and getting to chat with you and seeing your life updates on my dash. I hope this coming year is full of blessings and light!

Word count. 0.9k. Genre. cozy; established relationship w. a touch of magic.

Alhaitham was roused by the sound of music.

Nascent light of a sun hinting to rise cast a gentle glow on the bed he shared with you. His gaze fell on your bare shoulder. He felt a dreamy rise of strings, a melody of chimes, and his own heartbeat swell as he leaned over you and placed a warm kiss on your cheek. Though he meant for it to only be one kiss, he saw your beautiful lashes and flushed cheeks and he couldn’t resist planting a few more. “Merry Christmas, love,” he whispered. This woke you enough that you half-hummed, half-sighed with a dozy smile—maybe at him, maybe at your dreams. Smiling, he tightened his arm around your waist and gave you one final embrace before he slipped out of bed and donned a housecoat. The music was fading.

It was only as he shut the door to the bedroom that he paused, listening. The music had suddenly stopped, leaving him in somewhat confused silence. It was only a minor hypnopompic hallucination, a common and harmless occurance of post-slumber muddlement. Alhaitham was skeptical of anything deeper than this; he knew that the space between the land of dreams and reality was only a mental trick. Even on a magical day such as today, his mind was only playing tricks on him, he was sure.

Yet he was acutely aware of a sense of wonder. Would it… come back if he opened the door again?

Alhaitham set his hand on the cold doorknob, considering. He was the only one aware of this idea. Kaveh wasn’t around to seed doubt, and you would only think that he was gazing at you one last time. This was something that, at the thought of it, eroded any other concerns. After all this time, he couldn’t get enough of gazing at you. He turned the knob. 

You were still adorably bunched up under the blankets, fast asleep as he’d left you. But the music came flooding back.

Anxiety crept through his body. Perhaps it was a confirmation bias? An expectancy effect? If he closed the door now, the plucked harp floating through his mind would stop, but only because he thought it would. So he thought, determined, that of course it would continue, because that was how hallucinations worked.

The door shut. The music stopped.

It was all Alhaitham could do to step lightly as he sped across the house to one of the bookshelves—yours, which was filled with charming fairy tales, poetry, and anthologies of holy and magical phenomena. Neither of you were very superstitious, but sometimes coincidences occurred in this world that could not be explained by the comforts of science.

He set the book on the table by the window, turning immediately to the index. Slipping his reading glasses onto his nose, he dragged his finger down the list until he saw “Christmas.” He flipped to entries which denoted werewolf children, burning shoes, baths, pudding, elves—but nothing, to his comfort, about music playing in the mind. He was about to close the book, make a coffee, and pretend that it hadn’t happened.

Music, he thought.

Guided by the index, he journeyed through several more entries until he saw one that made his heart skip a beat.

Musical Fantasy: A misunderstood phenomenon characterized by hearing beautiful music in one’s mind. Despite popular conceptions, it only occurs when the one you love is dreaming of you in the early morning. These melodies can sometimes be heard by and channeled through spiritual mediums, and thus transcribed into playable notes. It is said that hearing Musical Fantasies indicates mutual, undying desire.

Alhaitham closed the book and returned it to its position on the shelf. As he brewed his coffee his brows were furrowed in consternation. There had always been a part of him that fancied mysteries, a part that was drawn to the magic of the world. It was against his best judgement and beyond his control. To step into the murky waters of the supernatural would mean to let go of his need to understand—to let go of his impulse to feel in control. He didn’t hate it—he feared it—he was captivated by it. Despite everything, he was intrigued. 

It was not too different from that shine in your eyes that had gripped him all those years ago.

He heard your quiet footsteps like a cat’s down the hall, and he stood, his chest fluttering. Music or no music, he needed to see you, and needed to feel your gaze returned.

As you stepped into the room you seemed to hit a warm, gentle wall. Alhaitham’s hands pressed the small of your back and your hair, drawing you into a tender but tight embrace. The music rang in his head, and yet it seemed to fade into the background when he felt your skin against his. Electrifying. Profound.

His breath tickled your ear as he said in that low, alluring voice of his, “I love you.”

Alhaitham felt you melt into him. And in that unique, familiar way, magic and logic coincided to explain exactly how he knew you were his.

Author's note. I must add that I'm pretty rusty at writing romance these days, so I hope you don't mind that I added in some contemplation with the magic component. Merry Christmas, Ying! And pass it on to your husband, too. (。・ω・。)

[mothscotch]

various doodles o(≧◡≦)o

[rainbow-wolf120]

Haiii @rayix !! I like your silly goober! We need more shapshifters in the world 🤝 🤝

So um... I'm in a gift mood. So here's Joxster! I like his design and him being a shapshifter made me giggle :3

So I drew him and my own oc: Tempast! It's also a shapeshifter, but it is its whole thing than a side thing lol

They shifted into each other :D ! It's a little confusing because Tempast switches colors and Joxster doesn't but uhhhh

Anyway bye!!! I don't know how to talk to moots 🏃🏃

[xxshadowus3rxx]

good morning guys . remember how when boboiboy first fought fang, he accidentally called him 'meng'? yeah . what if he kept doing that. what if he uses Meng as a nickname. because fang has the shadow cat thingy and his personality in general is so Cat. and meng just means meow in Indonesian and it rhymes with fang im so normal im so normal guys

[canine-arts]

since I can't really draw I will instead turn to symbol to depict my otps and such

[fairyseungs]

omg liz comeback?

[adriartts]

alas, turns out grad school is hard so i haven't been drawing much of anything BUT. now. some side characters for yall

[mr-aftons-rotting-pussy]

woman i (partially) painted at the function 😌

[implied-gay-sex]

I’m not done yet

[disguisedcheezed]

dirkjohn is like the only ship in homestuck i care abt now bc of u. rosemary is cool ig, davekats kinda boring, but dirkjohn? thats everything i could ever want. anything i could ever need. i love my cosmically large and cosmically far away boyfriends. thank u for helping me see the light

HAHAHAHAHA you're welcome. :3

Though, it's just funny to me that I'm friends with people who love rosemary and davekat with the same intensity I do for dirkjohn, yet they understand dirkjohn as much as I do with their ships, hehe. They're all good once you understand them, and it's your choice to like what ya like.

And here's a random (dirkjohn) qoute I got from pinterest lol.

[sstvar]

why didn’t you stop me | vyrva

w/o text

[killcodesashes]

Hey! That Bloodmoon! The Human looking one? I love them! Beautiful lil guys! I love their hair!

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I appreciate absolutely all of the kind words I've seen people write about my art and stuff so thank you very much if you've been one of them!!

I do see it and appreciate it sm!!