#heehee laughing this >:}

[orderforbrian]

@jonmartinweek Day 5 - cryptids | webs & weaving

when i saw the prompt webs & weaving i immediately thought about web!martin weaving spiderweb into jon's hair -- unbeknownst to jon who is just too blissed out by getting his hair touched, and apparently too asleep to notice his boyfriend has four hands (and also the, uh, spiders). the progression of gray in his hair is just subtle enough that jon can't make the connection which is perfect for martin who needs to keep track of him

bonus:

[START ID: Two drawings in purple hues of Jon and Web!Martin from a Web AU of The Magnus Archives. Jon is a thin Persian man with medium length, curly dark hair and a beard, all hair streaked with gray. Martin is a fat mixed Polish/Korean man with shaggy dark hair, a streak of white in one of his bangs, and several beauty marks on his skin. 1st image: Jon lays asleep on top of Martin's chest, his head nuzzled into the crook of Martin's neck. One hand is curled to his chest and the other rests behind Martin's head. He smiles blissfully, feeling perfectly safe while asleep. Martin looks down at Jon with a smile, one eye a bright magenta with a slit pupil. The other side of his face is obscured by Jon's head and shadow. One of Martin's hands holds Jon's hand on his chest, the other draped around Jon's low back. His other two hands have spiderweb wrapped around his fingers, the fingertips pointed into sharp claws. One is close to the nape of Jon's neck, the other held above Jon's head, both with shining white web pulled and connected to the greys in Jon's hair. Jon's hair lifts slightly in the back with the pull of the webbing, other parts curled around Martin's fingers. Several spiders crawl around Martin's skin, notably one across his cheek. Martin says in multiple speech bubbles, "Jon...Jon? Are you asleep? There's spiders in your hair...I'll take that as a yes" with a heart at the end. 2nd image: A simpler drawing, Jon looks into a mirror aghast at the amount of white in his hair, three exclamation points by his head. His arms hover around his hair, and he frustratedly shouts, "Where do all these grey hairs keep coming from?!!". An arrow points to a small drawing of Martin's head, looking to the side with a W smirk, now with eight eyes, says, "I dunno...hehe". End ID.]

[tartppola]

idk why but your female silver reminds me of the female hsr mc (stelle). Anyways sliding here to say I love your art style so much it's so pastel(??) Sorry I don't know how to explain but it's so enjoyable to my eyes and I'd just like to take this moment to complement you:) thank you for making silver content since I don't really see him much before book 7.

WAAA thank yew!!!! I'm glad my sillay doobly doos was able to make u happy!!

Honestly the OG diasomnias r the real strong ones for sticking to their faves back in the early days bcs TWST gatekept any lore of them so hard pre chapter 7 ( remember the diasomnia sr rateup from 2020 y'all... )

I initially wanted to base f!Silver's hair off of my ol' favorite hunk from ye olden days Riku Kingdom Hearts, specifically his KH2 hair, but when i tried applying it she looked too much like the Dawn Knight T^T, so i just went w the shaggy FByleth HSR Stelle look ouuuwehehehe

have at thee. teeny f!silver

[andromeddog]

Hey I am really inspired by your art and was wondering about the stars that feature in your work. Thanks!

oooooo! hi anon thank you so much for the ask and thank you SO much for enjoying my work!!!!! and yeah haha i do certainly draw a lot of stars don’t i….. i didn’t rly use them a ton before i started bob which is wild bc it seems like ive been drawing them forever?

so i feel like… the stars all kind of have their own meaning? i like them as a harsh graphic element of a piece that contrasts w the detailed/more organic shapes of linework and the human figure and folds in cloth. so sometimes they’re there to make the piece more visually compelling, which is why they r often a rly bright color or white. it contrasts nicely w the typical beiges of the uniforms i draw too. other times there’s story there. the star can be a gunshot, the star can be an explosion; it can be a signifier of violence or life. or both. it can be an overwhelming, painful emotion that physically stabs through you or just the glint of light off the barrel of a gun. it could be there bc they are fun to draw :3c i like putting them in with the war stuff too… death and gore and violence and agony and trauma and also a little star. a little hope or a little hopelessness

and at the risk of sounding self important, it’s fun that it’s become kind of a signature of my work… ive seen a lot of comments from ppl online basically being like “there’s the stars again” which makes me laugh a little. neat that it’s recognizable enough. neat that people enjoy it! neat that people see it and want to ask my thoughts on it! thank you!!!!!!

[banditblvd]

Hey guys it’s bandit I still draw

Here’s my stupidest jrwi riptide doodles

Little spoilers ofc…

[howdygravytrain]

brio is back and instead of making a normal ass gpose of something cute like gravy and aymeric hugging since he's returned from the war, i make this shit instead LMAO

[whump-in-the-closet]

Content: inhuman whumpee, caretaker turned whumpee, torture, brand mention, captured following failed heist, defiant whumpee, noncon nudity (nonsexual), collared, manhandled

Footsteps echoed down the grey-forged hall, followed by the sound of dragging. Followed by cursing and struggling. 

The hall was dark, gloomy, unpleasant and lined with dark, gloomy, unpleasant boxes that served as cells. Numbers glinted above the barred doorways. Now and then, empty eyes would peer out into the shadows and then retreat. Guards stood at regular intervals between the entrances with full-face masks that had earned them the name of ghosts. 

And now two of them escorted a biting, snapping boy down into the shadows. He had no shoes and stood a half-head taller than the guards. The guards supplemented this by hitting the prisoner often, usually in the stomach, so he walked doubled over. 

Whenever they hit him, he hissed. Snapped. Cursed. Words inhuman and twisted. Words that revealed his gums when he spat them out, showing too-sharp teeth.

He'd been called alien, strange, and worse. It was not like he could deny it. Something other was in his bloodline, too obvious in his height, teeth, and eyes; the leftover stamp of the late-night woods and rolling hills of his home.

They had collared him with some thick metal, the rim scratching against his throat where dried blood had stuck in the cinched crevices. And now it rubbed, back and forth, back and forth against his skin. Almost as irritating as the guards themselves. 

He snarled again, but it was more of a rasp. It had been mere days since they’d brought him down here, but it felt like weeks. 

A century. 

A lifetime. 

A horrible time, really. 

One of his two escorts followed directly behind him and when he stopped walking, cracked it across the back of his head. 

“Keep going.”

But he found he could not. He froze, his mouth suddenly dropping. When he stopped moving, the chains on his wrists and ankles slid down with an empty rattle. 

Kind of like the sound he made in his throat. 

“Yeah, we found your companion,” said the other guard. After some time with this prisoner, they felt reasonably comfortable watching every ounce of defiance bleed out of his body. 

“Aw. Would you look at that? He thought his pretty friend would escape.”

Everything left him. Defiance. Fear. Life itself. Replaced with exhaustion, he could suddenly feel every blow all over again. 

He couldn’t look away, eyes filling with blurry tears. He looked and wished he was blind. He wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole. He wished he’d been executed. He wished he’d never let his younger friend come along on the heist. 

Please. 

Please no. 

Too late. 

“Whumpee?” The name hurt to say. He stumbled forward, ignoring the guards' indignant protests. He grabbed the bars of the cell, trying to reach through and failing. “Whumpee! Please, Whumpee!” 

The slumped shape did not move. They had chained him to the wall, arms outstretched, dislocated, joints twisted.

They had spared the runaway nothing. Not even a scrap of clothing, let alone a scrap of mercy. 

The boy blushed for his friend, anger hot in his throat. How dare they—

Deep bruises along the boy’s rib cage– worse still, the uneven haircut revealed a gash from jaw to forehead. Blood-red, it scabbed purple and brown along the edges. And then– and then he saw it. 

Oh god. 

The brand. 

The brand they’d given him—

On the upper, fleshy part of his thigh, still throbbing, infection creeping through blackened skin and swollen tissue.

Bile rose up in his throat. 

Before he could throw up, proper, one of them clapped him on the shoulder, all too friendly.

“Don’t worry. He screamed your name plenty earlier.”

The other one whistled. “Real loyal kid, though. Held out a long time."

His fingers curled tight against the bars, knuckles white. “I swear to God—”

“That’s cute.” A yank at his collar. A sharp pull on his chains. “He thinks God makes deals with devils like him.”

The boy turned, the white in his eyes all-consuming. Murderous. "I will end you," he hissed.

"Save the attitude," they slapped him across the mouth, quiet.

The guards hauled him away, back to his own grey-walled cell. 

He could still remember grinning at his young friend,

“We’re in this together.” 

Small details standing out, like the smell of cigarette smoke and leather and the splash of light freckles on the kid's eager face.

"We’ll be fine. In and out.” 

One last hug.

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

[writtenwyrm]

Also one last thing that my friend pointed out to me

[malzykins]

Clay and Goopy interaction mayhaps??or maybe just more goopy cuz they are so cuute.

Oooorrrr. Your one spooky masked fella with the tentacles? 🥺

caught his ass lackin 😂👉👉👉 this is incredibly ooc. probnably. i thought it was funy 😇 ignore why clay looks so disproportionate and short. hes uhm. hes poised on his knees. no I didnt mess up. smile

as for the second half of this ask... i have a bit of a confession. looking between images of goop and the other fella, well.. it takes a lil bit o eyeballing, but...

these designs are quite similar, no? :>

[pawbeanies]

i made a sex number joke at work (like. i just went heehee 69...) and it made my coworkers all laugh and they were like woah chuu i didnt know you were like that !!!!! i am a top tier master of DECEPTION ..!!!

[erophonemic]

Hewo ^^

[sexynetra]

live laugh love maxianna

Live Laugh Love Maxianna indeed :)))

[unexpectedbrickattack]

How do you feel about this that his full name is Giuseppe "Peppino" Spaghetti?

TBH nothing really 😭😭😭 I dont know anything in italian so if its true; cool! If not, then nothing changes! I will still be calling him Peppino lol

[radisyn]

wip for day 5 (theme: presents and wrapping) of @hot-glenn-holidays-2023 = this silly goofy rendition of Glenn dressed as the Grinch doing his silly goofy scene with the overalls iykyk 😂 def not a super literal read of "wrapping and presents" but it was what I felt ~called~ to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[waitineedaname]

what is hlvrai and please tell me more about this svsss crossover?

hlvrai is Half-Life VR but the AI is Self-Aware and it is a series that made me absolutely bonkers for a solid two years, which is not something most hyperfixations of mine can claim

basically the premise is that a streamer got a special copy of Half-Life VR where the NPCs are self-aware! in reality, it was a streamer and his friends role-playing in gmod and it spiralled rapidly out of control, but oh my god I cannot emphasize enough how funny this series is. there are lines in this series that I still quote because they have wormed their way into my permanent speech pattern. the characters that they managed to come up with basically on the fly are so good, and the ending is absolutely insane

I'm still deciding which direction the crossover should go. I think maybe I should put svsss characters into hlvrai because I do not think hlvrai!gordon would not do well if put in shen qingqiu's shoes. he's so highstrung, I do not think he could pull off the wise master role sqq finds himself in. he would get killed so quickly

shen yuan, however, would be perfect as a streamer slowly being driven insane by his NPC companions. the other characters are trickier to figure out, but I think if I just change which ones of them are aware they're in a video game, it would work. binghe being benrey is too good to pass up, but I think shang qinghua could be tommy, if tommy figured out they were in a game but just chose not to tell anyone. I kinda wanna make mobei-jun into forzen simply because that's funny to me. coomer and bubby.... uh...... get back to me on that. liu qingge could be bubby maybe, and yue qingyuan could be coomer. idk. instead of talking to the system, shen yuan is bitching at his chat, and binghe is like Who Are You Talking To 👁👁 and shen yuan has a heart attack

[disabled-is-not-a-dirty-word]

Finally got an official EDS and MCAS diagnosis, which is awesome, but I cannot get over this note that my doctor made in my chart:

[ID: A GIF depicting medical records. It reads "Sex Assigned At Birth", it then pans over to show the word "unknown" /End ID]

Y'ALL I HAVE BEEN AUAB (Assigned Unknown At Birth)

[en-chi-la-da]

Ok ok real question!!! Would Hajime call Gundham "daddy" as a joke on fathers day? Like yeah he means it in a normal way but then gundy just feels something stir within him X'D

WHAT A QUESTION honestly, i think hajime would say it as a joke but also we know that gundham's dad wasn't around for him, so i don't think he would take it too lightly.... at first lmaoo

H: hey gundham happy "father's day" haha lol :)

G: you dare to insinuate that my Dark Devas of Destruction only view me as some sort of lowly "parental figure"? when i'm clearly their Wicked Master of the Dark Arts and the rightful future Overlord of this pathetic world?? how dare you! >:(