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Why I haven’t written in several months
Im being dramatic—it’s been like 3.
Hello writeblr buds, I miss u and I hope the past few months have been as kind and restful as possible 🥰 I realized it’s been some time since I’ve written anything (or written anything about writing anything) and for some reason it’s of some importance to me that it doesn’t look like I vanished or lost interest/commitment to the space.
I’m trying to quit my fuck ass job :/
I have a whole lot of feelings about the job + the field itself and why I think my time in it is drawing to a close, but I probably won’t take the time to write about it here, unprompted. What’s much more exciting for me is, I think, my goal itself.
I realized in like November that I’m doing that thing again—waiting for my life to start. It started when I received an art book Kickstarter reward in the mail and held a very pretty holographic print in my hands up to the light in my bedroom. My bedroom walls were bare, and had been for the past year and some change, when I moved into this unit. I hadn’t felt comfortable decorating knowing I’d be moving out in “only two years”. I caught myself waiting for permanent stability again. Oops! My bad.
I spent hours decorating my walls with all the prints I’d accumulated over the past several years and I felt…. A way. I started using stickers in my journal.
What was I waiting for? What the fuck was wrong with me?
I’ve known I wanted to center art and creativity in my life for as long as I can remember. I’m not going to blame my parents or whatever, but I was told over and over again not to throw myself into pursuing art as a career. It’s not financially viable. “You’ll never make a red cent.” I’d never told them at all that I wanted to do art for a living. I convinced myself for a long time that I didn’t. Lol.
Before I graduated from college in 2020, I faced a decision. I could go to art school, I thought. I could get an MFA. I held an art school catalog in my hand that is requested in the mail. I’d carried it everywhere for months.
I went to grad school instead. Not that I’m bitching about getting into such a prestigious program in my field, but it always felt like the ultimate compromise. It’s something I could tell my parents about and have them be proud of me, while hopefully I could devote time to art on the side. It’s what I’d been doing for the past four years—compromising. I had a professor or three notice, even. Lol.
I moved to a new city in 2020, alone. I was turbo depressed. One day, I spent hours watching animated student films on youtube and bawling my eyes out. Before I had graduated from college, I’d faced a decision and chosen wrong. I asked myself over and over—What do you do if you chose wrong?
Grad school was a nightmare, and I’d rather die than go back, but I don’t even necessarily regret going, I think. I think it was important for me to be in this profession, at least for a time. Maybe this is just me coping, lol, but going to grad school inspired much of what I ventured to write in 2022 and 2023.
Anyways, when I recently held that holographic print up to my bare landlord-white walls, I realized that if I waited any longer to let myself live my life how I wanted, then I was an idiot. In kinder words. I have no excuse not to. I’m giving myself massive grace by believing truly that the past seven years were not a waste of time, but I can’t lie to myself that I’m satisfied with the way my life is right now.
The point is-- I’ve slowed down writing recently because my focus has shifted to art. I’m DEFINITELY not done writing. Not at all! I just realized that if I want to achieve my goal of making enough consistent money off of art to leave my job, I’ll have to start treating art like a second job. Between devoting time to my fuck ass job, to art as a living, and to writing seriously, I’m in kind of a pick-any-two situation. Before, it was fuck ass job and writing seriously. I want to eventually be focused on art and writing as the pillars of my livelihood—that’s my ultimate dream. And we all know that writing is the longest game of creative and financial delayed gratification ever, lol.
I haven’t really talked about this that much on my other socials, lol, but for whatever reason I woke up this morning and felt like I wanted to give an explanation for my sparse writeblr presence. As I hopefully get to scale back to part-time clinician in the future, I hope to get back into some of my stories and start re-breaking old bones into something new and revitalized.
AN EE WAYS, if you’ve read all that, thank you. Mutuals, if u want my discord, feel free to pm me! I’m not disappearing (I will be on tumblr just as much as I have been, which is to say, daily), but I’m much easier to reach by other means. I’ll be (and have been) posting much more on my art blog @lurrkingly as well! If you’d like to um. Witness Me, I’m most Witnessable there or on my art Twitter (also @lurrkingly). (I also have a spicy art Twitter linked to the main one, which I hope to probably be. Siphoning off of for income one day soon. Praying etc.)
I have a game plan, my partner is an excellent support (I think they like playing manager, LOL), and I think, I really think, that I can do it! 🥰🥰🥰
Ok bye MWAH! I like you guys and I’ll never leave! 🎉 💜
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alright i give in i’ll post my art on tumblr
#heyyyyyyy lol#it’s been ages#god of war#god of war ragnarok#god of war: ragnarok#god of war kratos#kratos#god of war faye#she’s there in spirit#my art#fanart
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i have two lol!!!!! the black haired characters with a king/power complex is foundational for me and the other, more recent, one is gremlins (they’re short lol) who are so dedicated to friends/that one person it changes everything lol
#this is vee speaking#no like at this point i just look a dark haired character in the eyes and can tell ‘oh you want to ascend above it all???? gang’ lol#the more fcked up about it the more i stan lol heyyyyyyy xanxus and fumiya🤙#the dedicated gremlin i’ve come to realise is an off shoot of an equally foundational character trope for me#and that’s the ‘so in love it drives them crazy trope’ lol like harley quinn and bnha himiko#they love with everything they have and i like that lol but since not all under that trope are created equally#my heart fills in the blanks with people so dedicated to someone it shakes up a story lol#ik exactly what that says about me but that’s whatever lmao
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soooooo why the hell am i getting this on my for you feed
#don't bother them or anything i'm just like what the fuck tumblr#me: reblogs and likes a post critical of tradwifery#tumblr: says heyyyyyyy do you want tradwife shit#for you is just..... such a wild ride#like why#why whyyyy whyyy#is it real is it satire idk idc#also can you tell i took this screenshot on desktop lol#also lmao at all vintage fashion is modest#they def. didn't just watch some like it hot like i did#these people live in a fantasy vintage times
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acok dash simulator
🐺 winterscumming
i’m sorry but the lannisters licherally can’t expect us to just ignore what they did to our liege lord lmao???? sitting up there on that jank throne like i won’t answer the summons as soon as lord starks’ kid calls the banners goddddds the blonde hair makes those cunts stupid. also the incest probably. what is the north known for again??? forgetting??? that’s what i thought…….
🦁 gains-of-castamere
typical northern scum lmao. bring up the ‘incest’ allegations all you want but nobody’s ever allowed to mention stark’s actual bastard as if it’s just, like, fine????? we’ll see who’s laughing when king joffrey seizes your lands and holdfasts ig
🧜♂️ womanderly
cersei lannister isn’t gonna fuck you bro
⛓️ iron-pryce
you will never fucking guess what i saw lady asha and lord greyjoy’s other kid doing on the docks today ohhhhhhhh my god
🍑 rainbowhard
LORAS TYRELL BESTED BY A WENCH THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFEEEEE
🦄 renlybrocade
she should’ve killed him the realm can afford to lose one twink
❤️🔥 rhollor-wifee
the comet is a sign of his coming
🦊 flor-aunt-it
me and the comet are making out sloppy style
❤️🔥 rhollor-wifee
you will burn
⬛️ dontcallmecrow
not my ass going on the great ranging lmao i should’ve deserted 🙏😭
🐻 lordcommandr
Report to command tent. Immediately.
⬛️ dontcallmecrow
oh my god
🛶 c-bitch
they really expect me to follow this metrosexual into battle. ok. gold price looking nepo baby cunt he fucking shot todric and i’m just supposed to steal a castle with him. ok!!!!!! i miss asha……..
🩸 reek
heyyyyyyy i’m in the dungeon fornormal reasons does someone wannacome say hi?
🦑 princee-of-winterfell
ok lol
🐉 that-one-loyalist
i swear to fucking god i just saw daenerys targaryen burn down the house of the undying????? queen???? hello???
🐴 in-the-whoarde
likely place for her to be
⚓️ sonsshine
i love my dad i love boats this is great we’re going to blackwater next i’m sure our victory will be righteous in the eyes of our lord
⚓️ sonsshine
⛵️💥💥💥☠️🟩🟩🌊🌊⛓️🔥🔥🔥⛵️⛵️🟩🟩🌊⛵️🔥🔥🔥🔥💥💥⛓️⛓️⛓️👨👦👦☠️☠️ ⛵️💥💥💥☠️🟩🟩🌊🌊⛓️🔥🔥🔥⛵️⛵️🟩🟩🌊⛵️🔥🔥🔥🔥💥💥⛓️⛓️⛓️👨👦👦☠️☠️
#yes the implication is that jeor has and uses tumblr. i think this is true#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf#valyrianscrolls#theon greyjoy#asha greyjoy#cersei lannister#loras tyrell#brienne of tarth#jeor mormont#ramsay bolton#davos seaworth#daenerys targaryen#acok#a clash of kings
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heyyyyyyy i made a character reference sheet of @smthaboutuss's vox art bc i'm a feral obsessed rat and i love their art style lol
[NOT MY ART]
i spent way too long on this :3
[STILL NOT MY ART]
[SORRY I'M VERY ADAMANT ABOUT CREDITING ARTISTS]
#not my art#NOT MY ART#hazbin hotel#vox#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin vox#hazbin#vox the tv demon#hazbin hotel fanart#smthaboutuss#papaya's reblogs#papaya likes vox
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Heyyyyyyy, I say your requests are open and I was wondering if you could write the GoM (Knb) reacting to their gf wrapping WAP?
Can be Sfw Or nsfw...or both?
Thank youuuuuuu
rap god(dess)
content info — fem! reader, suggestive gom drabbles (all separate, characters assumed to be aged up), slight crack sprinkled in. NSFW in aomine & kise's parts. minors beware. based on the song by cardi b & megan thee stallion.
word count — 2.5k words.
author’s note — thank you for the req!! this was pretty fun to write ngl. i told myself i was only going to write around three paragraphs per character, but well, things did not go according to plan lol. sorry for the delay, i hope the length makes up for it!
MIDORIMA.
quite frankly, with the vivid blush currently illuminating the boy's face, midorima looks like the perfect mascot for christmas. but really, no one can blame him. no, not when vulgar, obscene lyrics are effortlessly spilling from his girlfriend's lips like melted gold. maybe he should have predicted this in hindsight, midorima thinks to himself, brows furrowed. you did tend to have a bit of a surprisingly dirty mind hidden behind your unassuming personality.
"why are you singing such a crude song?" midorima utters, a frown etched onto his sharp features. to his chagrin, he recognizes it, having heard from takao of how popular the track was in america.
midorima makes no effort to stop you, however. he remains firmly by the doorway. it's as if he's transfixed by your confident voice and your improvised but smooth movements. he can't quite remember the last time he saw you dance, much less rap. it's a bit embarrassing to admit—for him, at least—but right now, you look undeniably attractive, with your swaying body and carefree grin.
obstinately, he conceals his growing arousal with a wince.
"now from the top, make it drop, that's some wet ass pussy!" you rap before finally looking over to where midorima stands stiffly. in a deceptively innocent manner, you wave to him. "you wanna join in on the fun, shin?" you ask, as if you don't already know what the answer will be. your fingers move to quickly smooth out your shirt.
the basketball player clicks his tongue. "i don't have time for that nonsense," he replies in his usual matter-of-fact tone, pushing his glasses up for good measure. still, it doesn't look like you're convinced, and for some reason your eyes are trailing lower and lower down his tall figure.
midorima feels himself panic.
you meet his gaze, giving the basketball player a sly smirk. unfortunately he already knows what you're going to say before the words even leave your mouth. "alright, but your body," you gesture towards the tent in his jeans, "is saying otherwise." the poor boy promptly chokes on his saliva.
KISE.
it only takes a moment for kise's silky voice to mix with your own. before he even reaches you, he's rapping, lyrics easily slipping from his lips as if he's rehearsed them a hundred times before. in all seriousness, he has. that's the reason why kasamatsu hit him square on the head last week, with a bit more force than usual.
but you don't need to know that. kise reaches for your phone on the living room table, lowering the song's volume just a little so that he can hear your combined voices better. "spit in my mouth, look at my eyes. this pussy is wet, come take a dive," you both sing in unison, turning to look at each other with the same stupid lopsided grin.
the song rolls on and along the way, you and kise formulate some dance moves to accentuate the musical experience. some are undoubtedly silly, with kise, for example, waving his arms around and making exaggerated facial expressions. it's all meant to withdraw a laugh from you, of course, and it works. but then there are the other types of dance moves.
the ones that exude a sensuous kind of aura, where hips sway and gyrate lecherously, where eyes become heavy with fervor and lust. these dances are the most dangerous, undoubtedly, because of the temptations that they entail. a person might become consumed by the reckless desire that burns within their stomach if they aren't careful. and then suddenly, the atmosphere can change with just a blink of an eye.
that's exactly what happens the moment you impulsively decide to push kise down onto a chair and give him a lap dance. the way you move your body is shockingly fluid, and you seem to know just what to do to arouse the blonde even more. there are some small pauses here and there as you decide which moves to try next, but kise hardly notices them when you're biting your lip like that. it's only inevitable for him to lose all sense of self-control, really. soon he becomes focused on getting your shirt off, no longer paying any attention to the song on loop.
"fuck, ryouta!” you moan as you unabashedly bounce on your boyfriend’s cock, arms loosely wrapped around his toned shoulders. “nngh, feels so good—” the way the chair wobbles and shakes should be concerning, but quite clearly neither of you can care less at the moment.
kise’s warm, large hands rest comfortably on your hips, occasionally squeezing your ass whenever the pleasure feels particularly intense. “just like that, babe, yeah,” he pants, rolling his hips to meet yours. “you’re doing so well for me, aren’t you, (name)-cchi?” he reaches up to cup your face in his hand, leaning forward to capture your lips in a heated kiss. his tongue swirls around yours, and kise can’t help but groan into your open mouth.
needless to say, you both are too preoccupied to notice when the song finally ends.
AOMINE.
aomine hasn’t even entered the club room yet when he hears the echo of your voice. he’s heard you rap before, so he knows that you’re actually quite skilled at it. still, this particular performance is quickly turning out to be his definite favorite so far. he briskly walks down the hallway, a little too eager to see his stunning girlfriend. you don’t disappoint, of course.
you’re flipping your hair sassily, using your half-full water bottle as your makeshift microphone while you dance around the vacant area. aomine watches you, wholly enraptured, an amused smirk pulling at his lips but with his eyes already clouded with lust. “hop on top, i want a ride. i do a kegel while it’s inside,” you rap, still blissfully unaware of the one-man audience that you now have. aomine almost doesn’t want to interrupt your singing session, just so he can continue to see you in your element. which happens to be sexy as hell.
“you want a ride, huh?” aomine chuckles lowly, making you drop your water bottle out of alarm. he walks over to where you stand, leaning down to whisper in your ear so he can mess with you. “could’ve just asked, baby.”
suddenly all your confidence seems to evaporate, terminated by that single sentence. your cheeks darken into a rosy shade. aomine grins, taking pride in how all too easy it was to make you flustered. “what?” he asks, feigning innocence. “lost your voice or something?”
“you’re a jerk,” you mutter, reaching up so you can hit the basketball player in the chest. the music is still playing in the background, unaffected by aomine’s antics, but it seems like you’re too embarrassed to continue rapping. the boy only stares down at you, smirk never once faltering. “pick up my water bottle, daiki, you made me drop it.”
aomine shrugs. “you’re closer to the ground,” he responds casually. he’s well aware that the comment is a bit out of pocket—you never did like to be teased about your height—but he really can’t control himself when he’s around you. especially in the state he’s in right now.
“oh come on,” you groan, feeling frustration well up within your chest along with your embarrassment. still, you bend down to pick up the bottle, completely oblivious to the lustful thoughts that swarm aomine’s head. a startled gasp rips past your throat when you feel his large, calloused hands grab hold of your hips. however, quicker than you would like to admit, the surprise shifts into arousal the moment the basketball player presses his bulge against your ass.
with his fingers already tugging your skirt down, aomine breathes out, “since you like that song so much, you wanna act it out?”
your eyes widen, and you try to think straight, try to be a responsible manager, but the way he grinds against you so deliciously starts to scramble any coherent thought you may have had. “wait, d-daiki— satsuki and sakurai are still cleaning up the gym,” you protest weakly, those words being your last line of defense. not that they would have worked.
“doesn’t matter,” he practically growls, tugging you up so that your back rests against his chest. “who’s the team captain here?”
“you are,” you answer, but your voice comes out as a breathless whine. the submissive sound only fuels aomine even more, and it isn’t long before all of your clothes are ripped off and forgotten on the ground. soon, his hips are furiously smacking against yours, your whimpers mixing in with the boy’s groans. “god, mmph, does this mean i should rap m-more of those—nngh— american songs?”
“fuck yeah.”
MURASAKIBARA.
rivulets of water run down the muscular expanse of murasakibara's bare skin as a soft ivory towel hangs around his neck, a lazily pleased expression sprawled across his face—all evidence of the shower he's just indulged in after a long evening of rigorous practice. there's one more thing that he still craves at the moment, however. his stomach growls audibly, and almost as if he's running on autopilot, he walks straight to the kitchen.
now the closer he gets to the area, the clearer he hears your voice. it seems like you're singing quite an explicit song. "gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me," you rap enthusiastically. murasakibara doesn't think too much about the sexual connotations, though, since getting his hands on some corn chips is his main priority at the moment.
right before he steps foot into the kitchen, he asks, "(name)-chin, can ya get me a bag of—" that's when his amethyst gaze lands on your dancing figure, and before he knows it, he grows quiet, somewhat interested by the sight in front of him.
"talk yo' shit, bite your lip. ask for a car while you ride that dick," you rap, moving your head along to the rhythm. your eyes meet murasakibara's, and instead of feeling embarrassed, his presence only fuels you to dance more vigorously. it's like there's a voice at the back of your head, pushing you to see just how much of a reaction you can draw out of your normally indifferent boyfriend. admittedly, the fact that he's currently shirtless is also a reason for motivation.
however, when the song ends a little while later, it doesn't seem as if murasakibara is affected much. he remains where he is, continuing to lean on the doorway. the closest indication that he even saw you perform is the slightly impressed look in his eyes, but even that is nothing more than a sliver, and it makes you question if you're hallucinating it. you huff out a small sigh of defeat, and you turn around, reaching for the drawer. "corn chips, right?"
the basketball player doesn't say anything as he approaches you, and he doesn't say anything either as his arms circle possessively around your waist. there's a shiver that runs down your spine. you turn your head so you can meet his gaze—wait, why are his eyes so dark?
"i think i'm hungry for something else now, (name)-chin."
AKASHI.
humming quietly to himself, akashi gets up from his spot on the living room sofa, beginning to walk over to your room. it's a friday evening, and although he'd usually have practice at this time, coach shirogane had called in sick���a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, really. either way, akashi was sure to take advantage of the opportunity, especially considering how both of your schedules tended to overflow with academics and extracurriculars alike.
his mind wanders a bit, and he remembers you telling him about a volleyball game that was scheduled a few days ago. he could indeed have asked you what the outcome was via text, but akashi has always preferred face-to-face communication. he supposes that he's more traditional in that sense.
however, what he isn't quite expecting is to hear you, normally dignified and proper, rapping lyrics that are particularly edged with profanities. there's a small, rare twinge of disbelief that tugs at him, prompting him to silently move closer to the door. "your honor, i'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes. switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating," akashi hears you belt out. his eyes widen the tiniest bit.
still, by no means is he deaf; regardless of how explicit your music taste seems to be, he can hear the genuine talent seeping from your voice, how you swiftly enunciate each syllable clearly while also maintaining the rap's nimble pace. judging from the sound of your movements, he guesses that you're also dancing.
for a moment, akashi considers connecting you with a respected hip-hop artist that his family loosely has relations with. a bit of a far-fetched thought, maybe, but truly anything is possible in the eyes of a visionary.
when the song reaches its end, he knocks on the bedroom door. he doesn't miss the small sound of surprise that you make. "can i come in, darling?" akashi asks sweetly.
"of course, seijuro," you answer, and he opens the door to see you sitting on the bed. other than the drop of sweat rolling down your face, there's no other indication that you were dancing quite passionately just a few moments ago. you smile up at him, walking over to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "did you just get here?"
akashi knows you well enough to see the actual meaning hidden within your words: oh no, i hope you didn't hear much.
he smiles a bit too slyly. "don't worry, my love, your secret's safe with me," he hums, taking a moment to admire the blush on your face before pulling you into a kiss. slowly, he guides the two of you to your bed, his hands calculatingly tracing the hem of your shirt. he'd just have to make you realize that there isn't anything to be ashamed of.
BONUS: KUROKO.
"i want you to park that big mack truck right in this little garage," you rap shamelessly, completely lost within your own world and failing to notice your boyfriend standing just a few feet away from you. "make it cream, make me sc— ah!" you squeal, eyes widening in horror as you finally catch sight of kuroko. you immediately pause the song playing on your phone. "uhm, hey tetsu. number two and i were just.. having a singing session."
number two barks in agreement.
all kuroko does is let out a quiet hum of acknowledgment. much to your confusion, he picks up number two, securing the equally confused puppy within his arms before leaving promptly. "was my rapping that bad?" you murmur to yourself, dismayed.
however, after a minute, kuroko returns to the room. you stare at him, flabbergasted. "why did you stop the music?" he asks innocently.
#kuroko no basket#knb fanfic#knb x you#knb x reader#knb smut#knb midorima#knb kise#knb aomine#knb murasakibara#knb akashi#knb kuroko#midorima x reader#kise x reader#aomine x reader#murasakibara x reader#akashi x reader#kuroko x reader#kise ryouta#kise smut#aomine smut#aomine daiki#midorima shintarou#akashi seijuro#murasakibara atsushi#kuroko tetsuya#kuroko's basketball#✎— ❝devon writes❞#knb.writing 🏀
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Ah hahhh heyyyyyyy
Wow I did NOT mean to leave this AU by the wayside for 6 months, life just had other plans ig.
Oh well, have a Gregory ref sheet as an apology while I try to get my shit back together for this AU lol
#to didn’t come out quite how I wanted it#but I’ve procrastinated this long so I figure getting it Done was more important than getting it Perfect#also yeah Oct and Nov really pulled me through the wringer and it took me a while to recover#but I really do want to continue with this project#fnaf au#zapc au#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#fnaf security breach#fnaf sb#gregory fnaf#fnaf gregory#zombie and puppet child au#zapc art#zapc lore
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Heyyyyyyy I'm back (finqlly) and with good news >:] iimm making a work schedule thatz prop gonna work x] soo here it is; I work monday 2 friday but I have break on weds so I xan post on weekend:D (but I mayyy post doodlez here and there through the week) €:< sooo yea happ 2 bb back nowww (for real thiz time) here's a comic 4 waiting:] it's not and prop never will get finish ]: cuz I suck at finishing storyys D; ohhh well :( but im pretty thoo either way :) (btw the comic is based a random thing that can happen that I completely 4got Abt lol c(: )anyways I should stop yapping now d: (thxx 4 reading by the wayyy srry 4 doing this mini rant[??]) have a nice day/night/any time) °u°
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Heyyyyyyy @chillwildwave! I hereby decree that Boaz hath completed your DTIYS!
PLEASE click for better quality
Go check out “The Wishing Kingdom” by Wave! It’s another amazing Wish rewrite that’s currently coming out, so you can read it in real time!
Original:
Notes under the cut!
I don’t normally do backgrounds, so this was a fun experience
I probably added more warmth than I needed too (and saturation as well) but it looks okay on my iPad so it may just be my phone?
I changed the composition a bit because… I could? Idk
I saw that you have a little bubble effect on your art! When I do a DTIYS I always like to incorporate aspects from the og artist’s style, so I played around with the bubble brush for shading and depth. I think it turned out pretty cool
THAT HAND POSE ON ANTARES— SO FUCKING HARD I SWEAR
I actually did lineart for this piece??? Not sure if I’ll have the motivation to do that for upcoming pieces, but you get the treat of having a clean art piece lol
My favourite part is probably Asha’s pose. I also really love how her braids turned out
#the wishing kingdom#the wishing kingdom au#twk au#saph doodles#draw this in your style#dtiys challenge#dtiysart#dtiys entry#dtiyschallenge#dtiys
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hello are you
on the spectrum ❣️🙏
heyyyyyyy
probably 😚🎤
I'm self diagnosing. I don't live in a household where they tolerate neurodivergency seriously. I decided I'm audhd more or less a year ago lol
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Heyyyyyyy, you look like you've been writing some happy stuff lately. :D (Mr. Boss voice)
I'm here to change that.
Could I get a no happy ending, angst, short with Lucifer tormenting Adam and Adam having enough and eventually leaving the hotel in tears during the night?
Who hurt you? Lol Alright!
Adam just couldn't seem to get the fuck away from Lucifer and his jabs. He was making fun of Adam in every way he could think of and the fallen angel couldn't take much more.
The final nail in the coffin was a comment about Eve, Adam could stand many things but he would not stand for being called a bad husband who doesn't know how to please his wife sexually.
Lucifer on the other hand thought they were having fun and making light of things from the past. He has no idea that his words were actually upsetting Adam.
Adam: Fuck this, I don't need this bullshit.
That night, Adam packed up his things and left in the middle of the night. He didn't know where he was going but he didn't care.
Anywhere was better than here.
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A lovely drunken night
Ships: Wilbur x Y/n
!WARNINGS!: being drunk, cussing
Summary: After a long night out on the town you get back to your place to find Wilbur and Tommy
The whole night was a blur. At first you remembered going over to a party with some friends then at the door step of yours and your boyfriends house. You were completely wasted, not only were you totally drunk and dizzy you also had half of your makeup melted off your face and a huge stain on the front of your beautiful red skinny dress. Without even telling Wilbur about your arrival you waltz in with no introduction. All you could see was Wilbur and Tommy on the couch watching a movie. “ is that the lion king…. I…. LOVE the lion king” you say slurring some of your words. “HAH YOUR COMPLETELY FUCKING WASTED” Tommy shouts out laughing his ass off “shut the fUck up you… you… ah I can’t even think of a word.” You say sitting on the ground trying to take your heals off. “Love, how much did you have to drink tonight?” Wilbur says walking over to you half way smiling trying not to laugh. “Ohhhhh heyyyyyyy my soft British boyyyy” you say smiling up at him your eyes partially closed. Tommy couldn’t help but start to laugh harder as Wilbur knelt down to help you. “Ok Tommy I’m gonna take them to our room you can watch whatever in here.” He says scooping you up into his arms carrying you into y’all’s bedroom. “So can you please explain what happened tonight?” He said while getting out a pair of sweatpants and one of his sweatshirts for you to change into. “Well… me and my friends went to this bar… and theeeeeeen we started to have a lot of fun like A LOT. Then I had likeeeeeee 20 or so shots and 4 bottles of beer. Theeeeen this guy tried to hit on one of my friends sooooo I threw my drink at him then he splashed hissss drink onto meeee hehehe then I punched him in the face. Then I was somehow.. here.. oh and I threw up likeeeee 3 or 4 times..” you said while laying out sprawled put on the bed. “Jesus fucking Christ y/n” he said walking over to you with a complete set of new clothes for you. “Can you help me take this dress off pleaseeeeee.” you say standing up next to him. “Fine” he replied reaching down and pulling your dress over your head. He then gave you your clothes that you quickly put on. “Come into the bathroom love I need to take your makeup off and fix your hair.” “Okkkkkk” you say stumbling into the bathroom. He reaches over to grab a makeup remover wipe gently wiping your face off trying to get everything off. He turned you around quickly before you could react he started to brush your hair out and put it into the best messy bun that he could. “Let’s go back into the living room with Tommy” he replied grabbing your hand and guiding you to the living room. He sits down waiting for you to climb into his lap which you definitely did. “Night night William Gold.” Say before passing out. “Good night love you too.” He says smiling and giving you a kiss on the top of your head. “LETS WATCH THE LION KING!!!!” Tommy says excited. “Fine fine just turn it down a little but please.”
*hope liked it lol it was based off a friends story of getting drunk at church then coming home lol. Tell me if there are any mistakes please* ❤️🫶😘💕
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that thing
"bro i do not care about this lil shit enough to copy this from the document"
heyyyyyyy besties while i'm waiting for art for the next serious abno, i pulled this thing out from the dirt or something it uhhhh idk what it is actually it's gross looking tho read it or not idc (I got the base concept of this abnormality from one of my favorite SCPs, SCP-6869, or the Sad Man. Who would've guess that I like the SCP foundation? lol This abno's other inspiration is B-grade horror movies, like Llamageddon and others that just don't hit the scary factor like you'd want. Anyways, have a good day :3)
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Heyyyyyyy
I'm not dead, lol, and I am something a slight Metallica kick
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