#heartsy

[pillowbeast]

This is all messy as hell but enjoy the rough doodles we did of a system sona for ourselves, calling em PB Merging design ideas from both ourselves to make a different whole from the sum of our parts, animal is just "Whatever vibes we want to draw it with at the time". Chances of us drawing Dragon PB are 100% Its scarf is prehensile, using it to assist with gestures and stuff Could be a fun little attack tool as well Grabbing a tablet pen with it ...This is purely through magic use mind you, if anyone else wore the scarf it would just be a normal ass scarf

[zenaquaria]

Vamptober 2023: Day 18

This is a face that could charm just about anyone, probably, but woe to the victims of @heartsy-artsy-pony's gal here. They're just walking blood juiceboxes~

Thanks for volunteering!~

Do not repost, edit, alter, trace/copy, use/redistribute my artworks without my permission

[rosafi]

Adorable lil avali for @artsy--heartsy! The grand finale I'm sure you've all been waiting for with bated breath is tomorrow! ❤️

[footlongdingledong]

mutuals and acquaintances who reblog art for f/o reasons I am beaming this into your mind whenever I reblog those art from you

[windupsun]

I drew little Kingdom Hearts-style portraits for my FFXIV character to use with this kingdom hearts HP bar plugin and I love how it looks in game

[pocketramblr]

Pocket All for One is dead I can't breathe-

I need a gigantic pair of oiled up Giran's tits so I can [REDACTED] them to cope

Girl hasn't he been dead?

[ajdrawshq]

That Jack Russell vid is how I imagine Loop talks about Siffrin to ppl post-game. Like, "Oh yes, Siffrin! my sibling I've known about since he was the size of a boot. Sometimes we'd let him run around the fields near our house until he fell over yknow~?" (Also did I ever send u that kingdom hearts isat essay I have Siffrin's memory but without the excuse of magic bullshit so I genuinelydon't remember)

LMAO oh god yeah they would do that...... i feel like postgame Loop would be a menace to poor Sif's already silly reputation

and yea u did!!!! ive just been holding off on answering it both bc a friend (who also likes kh) is playing isat rn and i dont wanna spoil them on anything :3 and bc i need time to form a proper response to all of that xksbkdbsks

[lord-or-lady]

It's my birthday.

Updates coming maybe, eventually. I don't know, I'm a little sleepy.

[silent-sentinels]

wait no you fucking

No name calling.

UGH. hey we need to sleep like actually or else we'll just do the ''oh nooo we can't call today we're too sleepy'' routine again.

okay. let's go brush our teeth then.

we were supposed to draw today...

we did. we doodled a bit during the day. you even semi-finished a piece

okay quite frankly that does NOT count.

well you can draw tomorrow then but we HAVE to do the important responsible bullshit first.

ugh. evil. evil!!! okay let's go i guess.

[jovial-gender-jester]

my god.. Fame Monster is such a good album

[y2k-catclown-jpeg]

[reversal-mushroom]

I'm

[asktheartpone]

Oh, I got one for you!

Redraw this! <3

I'd say there was some progress in the past 8 years, yeah?

Also, because it's only proper I do so, tagging @keirastarlightdraconequus because this was back when she had first become an alicorn princess. Heartsy had some words of advice for her, which still actually stand now.

Just be you. It's the easiest thing you can do to be sure you're in everyone's good graces.

[peeweekey]

i visited idiot street and everyone knew your name!

part i, part ii, part iii

a/n: i wrote this for valentines last month and only got around posting it now, here you go!

synopsis: the three times you friendzoned Alhaitham, and the one he made damn sure you didn't.

tags: alhaitham/reader ; childhood friends to lovers ; school setting ; valentine's day special ; reader likes sewing

“S–sorry! These are for you!”

A breathy utterance, the girl speaking is shy and completely red in the face, while holding out the pink paper bag like an offering to some higher being—and maybe to her, he is.

You swear you can almost hear the cheesy background music that television shows play with these types of scenes, you lean in as much as your desk will let you and strain to hear his response. Gripping the wood of your desk tight. Some of your other classmates are tuning in too, drama hungry vultures they are, you can feel the buzzing energy of anticipation waiting for his answer.

Without missing a beat, he offers her a shallow nod of his head.

“Thanks.”

…and another one bites the dust.

Slumping back in your chair, you gaze at a disheartening confession scene from your seat across the room, picking idly at your sandwich’s crust, sighing to yourself and for the poor girl that has been plainly rejected by Alhaitham.

The whole class either lets out sounds of disappointment—they only wish that once Alhaitham is off market, they’d have their chance, though you doubt it—or loud sighs of relief—aka, those who, too, wish to make themselves known to him. They all don’t register much to you though. All you can see is her crushed expression.

He isn’t even looking at her for goodness sake. Poor girl.

Valentine’s day is not only a day of cheesy confessions and plush teddy bears and chocolate (though you especially enjoy those), for those lonely souls without a valentine it is the perfect day for witnessing the drama unfold. It’s like watching a telenovela in real time.

Alhaitham is that telenovela’s perfect lead.

He’s breathtakingly handsome even as he delivers the driest response to whatever-her-name’s confession. His gray-silver hair tumbles artfully on his head and glints as the afternoon sun outside hits just right. The aquamarine of his eyes are enrapturing and absolutely intense as he stares down his new goodie bag.

It’s a little silly to see such a stoic man gripping heartsy pink gift bags that are filled with the high quality chocolate you can only dream of. His marble-carved physique and top tier face makes up for it though, it makes it all the more endearing to you. You understand wholeheartedly why he’s such a magnet for so much romantic attention. Not that you’d fall victim to it yourself.

You find yourself unable to conceal the way your lips turn upwards in amusement, a little cruel knowing the situation. Taking a generous bite of your sandwich, you laugh to yourself quietly (honestly, you’re making it seem like you’re not all there).

“What’s so funny?”

Summoned by your laugh—or the thought that you are laughing at him, for some not-so-crazy reason—he stands tall in front of your desk.

You’ve known him since your bratty elementary school phases, you’ve fought, pulled at each other’s hair but you consider Alhaitham to be your closest and oldest friend. Before he was a stunning romantic magnet, he was an insufferable book worm in junior high.

When you started exploring your interest in sewing and fashion design, he was by your bed and bluntly critiquing any piece you’d show him. You have come a long way since then, having become an integral member of the fashion design club.

You crane your neck to look at him, giving him a lazy grin, you kick blindly at his shins from underneath the table in an attempt to draw some form of reaction (though he doesn’t even bat an eye).

“Nothing, nothing,” you wave him off, speaking through a mouthful of peanut butter and jelly. “As long as you’re on the market, there won’t be enough for the rest of us.”

He gives you a look, though you can’t take it as seriously, he’s still holding all those valentines. “Irrelevant. Your sense of humor needs fixing, not even Cyno would find you entertaining.”

“First off, I do not appreciate all this sass.”

His lips twitch. “I had quite the persistent teacher.”

This time, you flat out laugh at him. “Whatever,” you snort. “Anyway, you should consider taking up acting. Pretty boys like you will have people salivating like starving wolves.”

He pauses and just stares at you, it’s a little peculiar and totally out of character for him, you tilt your head in confusion.

“Pretty boy?”

You almost choke on your sandwich, bringing a fist to your mouth through coughs. Out of everything you said, that’s what he chooses to focus on?

“Uhm, yeah,” you mutter, laughing sheepishly, and suddenly feeling out of place. Internally, you cringe at yourself. “Have you ever looked in a mirror or something?”

Once the words tumble out of your mouth, you feel the heat of mortification crawling up on the expanse of your skin. Oh my god, do you ever stop talking?

Alhaitham says nothing, he stares you down with the intensity increased by tenfold. If anything, the expression on his flawless face looks displeased.

“I meant platonically, of course,” you blather on, pointedly avoiding eye contact. The table looks especially interesting as of the moment. “I mean—I would never—”

He puts his free hand up, sharply stopping you from going further on your flustered tangent. Something you are all too well acquainted with, Alhaitham does not have much patience for dalliances. Immediately, your jaw locks shut—you’d rather not start a fight with him if you wanted to mooch off all the valentines chocolate he received.

You take another big bite of your sandwich.

You roll your eyes, mumbling. “Okay, whatever. Don’t be a pretty boy, then. As long as I get a share of your chocolate, it’s whatever you want.”

“I didn’t say anything about that,” he deadpans. In his arms, the goodie bags shift as he moves closer.

A small plastic-wrapped chocolate box is dropped inelegantly on your table, resounding with a heavy thump. It’s pink and smells heavily of chocolate and cinnamon. Your eyes widen at the pleasant surprise—but more importantly, the price. A crazed smile curls from your lips, and you clutch the chocolates to your chest.

You gasp. “Oh my—fuck! Haitham, these are like a thousand mora a box!”

Alhaitham raises a perfectly arched brow. “Is that so? I should get it back then.”

Even if you’re pretty sure he’s only messing with you, your hold around the chocolates tightens into a death grip. You turn your chest away from him, shielding the box away from his view.

“That’s too bad,” you sing-song. “No take backs.”

A smug smile tugs at his lips before it completely melts away—the thing that growing up with a boy so ungenerous with his expressions makes these small moments all the more special.

“Then I’ll just have to keep the rest of these for myself.”

“Haitham, no! You promised to share—”

[choccymilllk]

Here is a picture of a pig. Oink

he is chilling. ooink hws chilling with a friend even. caw.

i love love loveee ur pic of a poig 🫵👍👍👍he has a little kingdom of trash and he's resting on his bed...!!!!!💥💥💥💥 the silly🐖🐖 thank uuuu for handing over pig pic i love it a lotsie✊✊

[pillowbeast]

Putting out a small doodle as an update of the current state of things, things are really shaping up on the Heartsys patch this year we think