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happy gojoday to all who celebrate
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#jujutsu gojo#satoru gojo#characters need to stop being born in december ive only got 2 hands and only 1 of them can hold a stylus#i will b so real i fully did not plan on drawing anything for his birthday but then as with most things gojo i went sigh fiineeee#and then i desecrated a designer item for jjk purposes as u do#thank u versace 2022 pre-fall letterman for your service and for having red blue And purple u rly helped a gal out#in other news forget sukuna honestly if im his barista im killing him im spitting in his coffee and then im killing him#i held back bc /i/ didnt want to draw a massive drink but u kno that tag wld b longer than the gd cup#anyway kinda different style aka i lined again after weeks of painting which youd think would lose me time but its sm faster#id forgotten i can b fast when i want to im so happy ive still got it in me 2 finish a draws in a day#looks at the week spent on megumi's upcoming bday piece........cries#anyway hbd goe joe my feelings 4 u r complicated but u r very fun to draw and for that i thank u
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[HITS YOUR MENTALLY ILL FAV WITH THE VAMPIRE-INATOR RAY]
#isat#in stars and time#isat spoilers#spoilers#siffrin#isabeau#mirabelle#odile#bonnie#isafrin#vampiresiffrinau#myart#fanart#you know for sure that he starved himself in the loops because he didnt want to drink from his friends :)#ALSO EVERYONE IS SO FUN TO DRAW#ISA ESPECIALLY#I NEED TO DRAW THIS HIMBO MORE#odile was the hardest tho i need to figure her out
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more drink action i lowkey fw them
#undertale au#utmv#dream sans#ink sans#drink ship#oughh drink my beloveds#i didnt realize how stupid they are until like recently#im putting them in the soup
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Shoutout to when my parents and their friends were chatting and somehow the topic turned to Charlie Kirk and the Woke鈩笍 and then my mother turned to me with fear in her eyes and asked, "[name] is it true? Is there woke in the Philippines?"
#she didnt say my name she said achie but thats like hokkien for older sister and im too lazy to add context#i nearly spat out my drink ngl#the only answer i could give was Yah i guess
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mobile iterator based on @capricoopla 's amazing design
your design is so clever and cool it inspired me to draw my own take on it
while I gave mine similarly exposed flesh and inspector limbs as well, I wanted to go for a more "cobbled together" look (more details on my tags)
#seriously such a mindblowing design#I also gotta step up my flesh and slime game#can't quite achieve that translucent look#I imagine these iterators drink water directly through the inspector heads#added two water tanks on the back like a camel's fat reserves#cooling rod for respiration and transpiration#ball antenna for long range communication#and gravity disruptor to support the weight of all of it#i didnt really have any iterator ocs so this one only came to be for this drawing#mebi's art#rain world#rw spoilers#rw oc#rw iterator#iterator oc#sketch#rkgk#krita#digital art#spec bio
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quick non joke to practice anatomyyyy real quickkkk
#i didnt say anything abt perspective though 馃槒 LOL#a doodley#+ then half inspired by being in daydream world and struck by grief while imagining the mentioned scenario and those circumstances were so#funny to me that i ended up feeling better pretty quickly after#like ohhh ok <3 yay <3#also obviously [self] would be included in such activities... he just doesnt drink
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one of these nights
#trigun#trimax#trigun maximum#vash the stampede#nicholas d. wolfwood#vash centric?#vashwood#<- if u want it to be#its about the codependency of it all馃#going back to my old art from this past summer and trying to finish them part.1#tried to fix the dialogues so many times bc no they wouldnt fcking say that#was reading trimax vol.1-2 at the time so i got inspired to sprinkle some of the slight tension they had going on馃憤馃憤#vash turning miserable & acting like a dog who got left in a cardboard box under the rain when the guy who keeps him in check leaves shortl#if 98' vash is the silly over-drinking with strangers type when he's by himself then trimax vash is the moppy lone wolf drinker#i need more miserable drunk vash#also the way i ended the last page unintentionally makes it look like the prequel to my <Heartbeat> comic haha#drafted both around the same time and i didnt even realize#raepliica_art
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mmmmmmm anxiety fuck off hmmmmmmmm anxiety fuck offff mmmmmmmmmm

#of all the things i got upset by a bottle of some drink we didnt drink on new years ahahahsdhd shut uppp god my BRAIN#CAN IT BE CHILL#and then i was like oh my mom is driving long distances in the middle of the night THAT DEFINITELY CALMS MY NERVES#i did the breathing exercises n shit im so fine im just restless af rn and i cant sleep so im gonna go draw#a cute little guy idk who yet
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other plans | b.d.
bodhi durran x reader chapter one. series masterlist summary: everyone has their demons, you just chose to run from yours. straight to basgiath war college. and definitely not towards the grinning tall, dark, and handsome marked rider that seemed too kind to be in a hardened place like the rider's quadrant. word count: 2.1k ish notes: second person pov but i give the reader a nickname (that i stole from dirty dancing) and a last name bc i'm not using y/n and i want this to be readable. she/her pronouns used for reader. this has been stuck in my head and i thought i was gonna combust if i didn't get it on page. and it's all together hovering somewhere around 7k words so im gonna split it up and post it all within the next few days and then have the whole thing available on ao3! i haven't written fanfiction in at least a good six months, and i've never written for fourth wing, so bare with me a little--i tried my best. i have a chronic attachment to side characters with little to no page time. half of this was written while wine tipsy and all of it was proofread while wine drunk, so we die like men
Bodhi has never seen someone walk across the parapet so easily.
He's never seen someone make a dance out of it. As if it were a show, a production. Your feet are so confident, so sure with every step, every placement that you would make it to the next. It's pouring rain and windy as all hell, and yet you make the parapet look like a children's balance beam.
You land right in front of him, and by the time your eyes meet his, he's already decided that he needs to know everything he possibly can about you. The instant your focus lands on him, he's obsessed.
Garrick has other plans.
"Name?"
"Baby," you say, and Bodhi blinks. "Marho."
Garrick is downright gawking at you. "Baby?"
Something that sounds much more like a name and not what an infant is called slips out on a laugh, and Bodhi can't help but trace the lean lines of your neck. Holy shit. If he thought you were pretty before, it was dwarfed to the sound of your laugh. The sun had to fight for space when you smiled.
"Sorry. Childhood nickname, I forget I have another one sometimes."
"Did your parents nickname you after a hooker?" Garrick asks, jotting your name--the true one--on the roll.
"Did yours raise you to be a dick?" you ask, not missing a beat, and the boy's gaze snaps up to you. If Bodhi had been looking anywhere else, his would have too, but he hadn't taken his eyes off of you since the moment you stepped foot onto the parapet. He felt his brow shoot up, lips parting on a huff.
He bursts out laughing.
You don't move. Don't take your eyes from Garrick, from staring him down, until he tips his head in inclination and gives something that sounds like an apology. It's Bodhi's turn to be the subject of your scrutiny now, and as your eyes trace his shape, shifting with the weight of your gaze and his laugh, he senses more than sees the moment you note his rebellion relic. Your face doesn't shift, but it's as if a proverbial file is created and tucked away into the archive of your mind.
You didn't say anything else as you walk away from the two boys, but Bodhi tracks you as you go. Tracks your movements, as you weave through the crowd with a practiced grace, how your hair moves as you take the stairs down and out of his sight.
He's almost sorry to see you go. But he's determined to see you again.
Bodhi snatches the roll sheet from Garrick as parapet comes to an end, scanning to make sure he has the name correct. He marches up to Xaden, and only pausing for a moment to consider how stupid this is--he literally doesn't know a single thing about you--before throwing your name into the space between them.
"I want her in my section."
"Don't you have better things to do than flirt with children?" Xaden asks impassively.
"She's not a literal baby."
"I'm aware of that," he responds, sounding exasperated. "You're an Executive Officer, Bodhi. Do what you want."
Except Dain Aetos has other plans.
You made friends. You stand with the Sorrengail girl and another he didn't recognize, tucking loose strands of hair back into her coronet braid. What type of person fixed the hair of someone they'd just met? You, apparently.
You're in Second Wing. With Aetos and Sorrengial and the other girl. This is fine. Something about you didn't scream "secret rebel" the way wanted it too.
And then Xaden transfers your squad to Fourth Wing. He had sent Bodhi a glance as he put the squad in Flame section--not Tail--and Bodhi could see there was some sort of ulterior motive behind the decision. It did also mean you weren't under his direct chain of command. He couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing
Fraternization is frowned upon, not forbidden, after all.
Not that you would be fraternizing. After all.
But, challenging you would be a terrible idea. Terribly adverse, fatally cataclysmic, and ill-fated.
And all of those words mean the same thing.
He would stay clear, watch you from afar, and maybe, maybe work up the courage to talk to you outside of parapet. Possibly.
His confidence needed some serious shaping. Since when was he afraid to talk to someone? A pretty someone, to say the least. He was a gods damned dragon rider. He wasn't afraid to talk to you. He was just... hesitant.
Yeah. That. And he did not need a challenge to break the ice.
Emetterio has other ideas.
He calls your name, then Bodhi's, and Bodhi is pretty sure his heart stops in his chest.
You don't look frazzled or scared, just curious as you study him from head to toe. He guards himself as if you were an intruder in his mind, an Inntinnsic slipping in to spill all his secrets. Except you're an unbounded first year that hasn't even developed a signet, and instead that's just you. He's building up walls just to look at you. You and those bright, keen eyes.
Emetterio calls it, and you're off. Except neither of you move. You pace around, and it's a stand off. You cock your head, and Bodhi tries every trick in the book: the fakes out, glances quickly off to the side, purposefully stumbles--and you're unfazed. Completely and utterly unfazed.
He can't make the first move. He can't hit you--
Suddenly, his feet are out from under him, and he's staring at the ceiling, and you lunge, reaching to pin him to the floor. He reaches out and catches the elbow you throw, but before he can even make contact, you twist, sliding underneath him, and suddenly you're behind him.
You're fast. Really fucking fast. And suddenly, Bodhi has his work cut out for him.
You kick out again, going to the back of his knees, and he recognizes the move, thrusting his body forward to keep control and twisting before he lands, kipping up so you're eye-level again.
Your first catches his nose, and blood goes flying. He makes the mistake of bringing his hands up to cup his nose and it leaves his core exposed. You take the opportunity to land a knee in his gut, probably bruising a few ribs in there, and he doubles over, the wind having been knocked from him. Holy shit, he needs to get at least one hit in. This was getting embarrassing.
He swings blindly, and you dodge--but you don't grab his fist. And you had the perfect opportunity to. You were fast, and your reflexes were quick, but you didn't know how to end this. The realization crashes into him as you swing again. A lot of force, but no follow-though, giving him the perfect opportunity to deflect, pushing your fist and forcing the follow-through until you were swinging behind him with his hand around your wrist and then he was bringing you to him, one of his arms gripping one of yours across your neck, and the other twisting your other behind your back. Like this, your body was flush against his.
You struggle, kicking out, but it was all too easy for him to get your feet out from under you. You weren't small by any means, but Bodhi was bigger, and had a year of training over you. Your feet kicked out, and all he had to do was lean back to incapacitate you. You gave a frustrated grunt that so heavily affected him that he almost dropped you to make sure you were okay before he realized where he was and what he was doing.
"Finish her without making a fool of yourself, please," Cuir chimes in, probably sensing his hesitation and near-miss, and Bodhi sends an eye roll he hopes he can feel, since he doesn't have the brain space to say anything back, with your body pressed against his and the current task at hand.
He twists and take you both to the ground, pinning both your hands above your head, and taking a leg beneath his foot, balancing on a knee. You let out a sharp huff, and he's mesmerized by the way your nose scrunches up in determination. Your free leg goes to knee him, and he takes the hit, leaning into it before transferring your hands so they're both pinned between one of his, sliding one hand down your hip and to your thigh, holding it to the gourd before you can knee him again. He has a free knee to hold him up, but not without giving leverage to one of your legs. So he's pressed against you, hip to hip, face to face.
"Yield," he says, begs, because he can't hold this for long, and because if you figure out just how much you affect him, you'd win this thing in a matter of heartbeats.
"No," you grind out, thrashing. He's spread thin: his wingspan practically encompassing your body, giving you leverage to wear against him. He worries for a moment, a flash of the bruise he could leave on your thigh going through his mind, and two thoughts overtake him at once.
One, that he doesn't want to hurt you. And that while it may be inevitable with where you two stood, he wanted to try and eliminate the possibility as best he could.
Two, that he would leave bruises all up and down your thighs if he ever got the chance to get between them.
And the combination of the two of those thoughts loosened his grip on you, giving you the opportunity to roll away.
"I did not choose someone this negligent," Cuir snaps, and Bodhi panicks, and now you're pinned underneath him again, his front pressed to your backside, and it's a true plea when he breathes, "Yield."
"No!" You squirm, and fuck stop doing that--
"Get yourself together!" Cuir snaps, and Bodhi sucks in a sharp breath.
"That's enough," Emetterio says, pinning you with a look Bodhi would pick dragon fire over. "Know when to quit, Cadet Marho."
"No!" you yelp. "If this were a real fight, no one is calling the shots--"
"If this was a real fight, you'd be dead. I called it. Get off the mat," Emetterio snaps, and Bodhi scrambles off of you.
He offered you a hand that you send a pointed look at, and he can tell you're considering telling him where to shove it, but you take it anyway, and he walks you off the mat with a hand on your shoulder.
"Good match," Bodhi says, genuinely trying.
You open your mouth to respond, looking like you yourself could spit fire for a second, and Bodhi pities the dragon you end up bonded to for a moment.
"You're fast," he continues, before you can. "Quick reflexes, and you're strong."
"I had you," you throw at him, fiery and determined, and your gaze slips to his rebellion relic.
Oh. So, that's what this is about.
Bodhi shakes his head, and the grin that had been blooming falters. "I can help," he says. "If you're struggling with sparring, I can help."
You suck in a breath.
"Or Imogen. Or Xaden. Or--" he stops, because, fuck, obviously you don't want to be near Marked ones--
"Thank you," you say, and the ghost of the smile he saw after the parapet makes a reappearance. "Thank you."
And with that, you turn and leave, heading back to your squad. Rhiannon is shaking her head at you, and Violet mumbles something that makes you laugh. Bodhi would bottle that sound if he could. What the hell was a countering signet for? His signet should be used for bottling the sound of your laugh--
"Do not finish that thought," Cuir chides. "Get a grip."
Bodhi grins, his hair falling over his temple as Garrick comes up and slaps him on the back, congratulations on a challenge well fought. He watches you take a swig from the water canteen, traces the lines of your jaw down to your shoulder until you hand it back, then traces the length of your wrist as you hand it--
"Pathetic." Cuir. "You haven't spoken."
"We kind of did," Bodhi says mentally. "I offered. I... tried."
"If you like her, try harder," he chides, and Bodhi sighs.
He doesn't like you, he barely knows you.
"Sure."
#i didnt even know i liked bodhi this much until i wrote a 7k word fic about him after drinking an entire bottle of a cabernet sauvignon#by myself#oops merry christmas#fourth wing#fourth wing fanficiton#fourth wing x reader#bodhi durran#bodhi durran x reader#all of the beloved marked ones and second squad will be making appearances#i just feel like all the fics i see are short so i dont wanna post my word vomit on tumblr#thats what ao3 is for#rebecca yarros#the empyrean#emmmaswrites
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Spent the last billion hours inventing fictional foods and brands for my OCs to enjoy
#I should emphasize that none of these are even a little important to my story#There is so much worldbuilding around diet and dietary needs and gov response to dietary needs and none of it is even a little important#I just think a world with hybrid people has very interesting implications for what foods are considered acceptable#Which means I gotta be careful to only show them eating food that fits those little boxes#Considering my lazy ass im probably never gonna draw them holding these things with enough detail to matter but whatever I can dream#I like the one that just says Tea can you tell I was running out of ideas#its based on arizona green tea but arizona is not a place that exists in universe and I didnt wanna invent a state so I just. didnt. Tea!#I have random fun facts about most of these that mean nothing#Big Fun drink is meant to be grape flavored but it is Not. Its like the blue rasberry of grape flavoring#Idk what the Big Fun chips taste like. Possibly cheesey.#art#digital art#worldbuilding#food art#oc stuff#maybe ill go back and make some of the generic brand ones less lazy later but probably not#Maybe ill make up some celebrities and movie posters next
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someone asked if i had ever drawn gojo with his scars, now i have :>
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#satoru gojo#jjk spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#this outfit i swear im gna get called out as a fake gojohater#its not my fault its the best one he gets#speaking of which i am enjoying the relative bliss before this fight n this outfit are animated sighs i already know its gna b mayhem#but ths neither here nor there ths none of my business#anyway this gojo took a lot longer than it should have also but i had some mishaps with th pose >:/ iykyk#i also wanted to like. toe th line with his expression between unsettling and relaxed if that makes sense??#mostly i didnt want him to look too genuine#idk how successful i was but i am Happy with it i think#or maybe its just the exhaustion talking#tbh im past exhaustion i think i spent over 14hrs drawing today i have been up since 7am and i am pretty sure my blood is energy drink#rings dinner bell gojolikers come get ur food#anon who asked i hope u enjoy! ty fr the request even if it was gojo /silly
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pomni came 10 minutes late to their date and she feels really bad so she went out and got ragathas favourite flowers and drink to make up for it (even wore her little suit !)
bimbo x tomboy au !!!
#pomni x ragatha#buttonblossom#jesterdoll#ragapom#tadc fanart#tadc pomni#pomni#the amazing digital circus#pomni fanart#tadc ragatha#the amazing digital circus ragatha#ragatha tadc#ragatha fanart#ragatha#ragatha x pomni#pomni tadc#the amazing digital circus pomni#pomatha#bimbo x tomboy#bimbo ragatha#tomboy pomni#they live together by the way .. dont knkw if i made it obvious enough#they have a small apartment together#no pets because pomni is allergic to fur 馃挃馃挃馃挃馃挃#ragatha didnt even mind shes nkt mad at all#pomni just feels bad gor making ragatba wait 馃挃馃挃馃挃#she left at like 11pm to go buy flowrrs and cherry pepsi#bimbo ragatahas favrouote drink is cherry pepsi by the way because i said so
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he watched a show and he HAS to talk about it
#i cannot be normal about post-trimax anything#its 6 in the morning. vash didnt get any sleep and smoked a pack during the few hours he was alone in his room staring out of his window#meryl is there to help him and force him to at least get out of his room and eat and drink some water and stop thinking about the past#they also kiss maybe#for good measure#trigun#vash the stampede#trigun maximum#trigun fanart#meryl stryfe#my art#vashmeryl#vamery#vash wears the cross as a reminder not as a religious thing. if u even care
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I went to a cafe that prints images on photos and got the blorbo printed 馃ス馃ス馃ス
#GOHAN AHHHHHH#also this latte was amazing#also ALSO they brought my sandwich really late which i didnt even care about and actually preferred cause i was working at the cafe#i was in a meeting actually#the cafe was so apologetic they gave me a SECOND LATTE and a brownie#what the heck am i suppoded to do with a SECOND latte#i was super gratteful but its like...who gives someone a second latte 馃ぃ#i kept trying to offer it to people but everyone i asked had already ordered#anyways...i may drink it if im here a little longer#loveeeee this cafe
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Capri Sun... I miss you... (it still exists).
#detroit become human#connor rk800#chris miller#look i think at some point someone would have an impossible urge to have a capri sun but specifically in front of an android#and whoever is curious enough would be like well connor doesnt really seem to HATE many people#but we cant really convince hank to drink a capri sun so who would connor appreciate the bonding moment with#and everyone looks to chris because they think he can play it off easiest and theyre right#however i imagine hank eventually hears connor repeat the phrase respect the pouch and is like which of those fuckers showed you capri sun#and connor just whats a capri sun ?#because chris didnt elaborate thats just how they come#for that drink specifically#DO NOT TALK TO ME ABOUT BOTTLED CAPRI SUN SUPPOSEDLY IN 2025 THAT FEELS WRONG TO IMAGINE#i feel too strongly attached to the pouches (i miss them) (they still exist)#does it show that im actually a huge chris fan bc ahaha.... i am....
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馃悪鈿旓笍
#new method of dining & dashing: dine and doze. sleep until they give up on u and u get out of the bill. its genius#he didnt even order a drink like silver ur bill wouldnt be too high. surely. glances at azul#im actually v curious abt the finances of briar valley students beyond malleus. like im sure lilia is taken care of from military days#but like? the guy is retired. so when did he officially retire in a 'no longer getting income' way. or do they do pensions#or did he invest. or save. does twst have 401ks. what abt roth iras. what abt etfs. money market accts? high int savings?? i need to know#did he get a bond for silver as a baby that he can take out at 18. does silver get allowance. or part time job? i NEED TO KNOW#sebek seems middle class so do lilia and silver BUT I NEED DETAILS#also in the bg pretend trey is talking to jade offscreen. and the canonicity of this drawing is after book 5#so no ortho OR sebek in freshmen squad. not yet#twst#twisted wonderland#twst silver#azul ashengrotto#ace trappola#deuce spade#jack howl#epel felmier#trey clover#suntails#i would say mostro lounge was fun to draw but i dont make a habit of lying#well i mean. it wasnt NOT fun. it was satisfying? i felt accomplished? but the process was a bit rough
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