#i forgot to save lol

[sakuraalexis]

Si je t'enchaine à moi, tu aimeras tes chaînes,

Je m'accrocherais à toi comme le lierre à un chêne.

So a few months ago I got back into drawing the best bajifuyu art I ever did and just forgot to save the file. All I got left is this low resolution screenchot of the sketch lol.

Also it was supposed to be a parralel to the musical Starmania.

[dietmimo]

Plant boi be planting. 🌱

[rhinocio]

seemed like the right time

bonus:

[lesbianmaxevans]

daniel molloy, my new bestie

[neishroom]

harvestfest feels a bit different this year

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[citrusbugz]

Small Azz gif bc I was testing settings on Toon Boom :)

[sacredfire44]

Kinda wanna read/write a post-canon Bingqiu fic set years later, where during some routine, silly wife plot, Binghe somehow finds out that the soul attached to his husband’s body is not, in fact, the original soul.

Like any person, his first assumption isn’t that his husband had replaced the original SQQ. It’s that an imposter has replaced his husband.

A skilled imposter. One who knows all of his husband’s little quirks, who slipped under even Binghe’s watchful eye.

Binghe takes care to not indicate that he’s noticed. His blood parasites confirm this is still his husband’s body, and he refuses to scare them into running before he can get the imposter out.

Binghe spends weeks researching and practicing, until he’s finally certain he can tear the imposter’s soul apart without hurting his husband. Praying, desperately, that it’s a powerful possession instead of a replacement. Praying his husband is still alive in there.

Finally, he slips into the imposter’s dreamscape, clinging to threads and forcing his way as close to the soul as possible, for the surface-level dreams show him in SQQ’s body. Inside, he finds a small man, with big eyes and stick-thin arms, features far too similar to his Shizun. A cheap, pathetic mockery of Shen Qingqiu, he makes sure to tell them.

They are weak outside of Shen qingqiu’s powerful body. It is all too easy to restrain them, to rage and revile them for their crimes, to question what they’ve done, to tear them apart, limb from limb-

“How long?,”He’d snarled, furious, claws digging into the pathetic parasite’s left arm, yanking it just far enough for the strain to burn.

“Years,”The imposter says, eyes wide and wet. Crying.

Years. Years with his husband that this imposter has taken, has stolen from them. Nights spent entangled, lazy mornings spent curled into each other’s embrace, soft evenings spent watching the sunset.

Binghe yanks the arm the rest of the way out, relishing in the way the parasite screams. It will know pain for what it’s taken from him, for what it’s taken from his Shizun.

XXXX

At first, Shen Qingqiu, formerly Shen Yuan, didn’t know what was happening. He’d thought of himself as Shen Qingqiu for years now, so waking up in his original body had been confusing and disorienting.

When Binghe appeared as well, he knew immediately it was a nightmare. It couldn’t be anything but that. Binghe, his Binghe as he was now, would never look at him like this, like he was the dirt on the bottom of his shoe, the scum of the earth.

It was rare to have nightmares nowadays. Binghe was always watching his dreams too closely to let something like that slip by. But the last few weeks, he’d been absorbed in his newest little pet project, exhausted and stressed by whatever it was he refused to talk about. Shen Qingqiu didn’t blame him for having one night of sleep without constant vigilance.

“So the imposter shows himself,”Dream-Binghe said, and ah, what an odd thing to dream up! Shen Qingqiu was just as good as the original goods, and he knew it! There was no way at all he had such insecurities, and certainly not any strong enough to appear as dreams! If he’d had such dreams before, that was simply a coincidence, a trick of the mind repeating the scenario it’d already created to avoid making a new one.

But Binghe doesn’t rant and rave at him for lying, doesn’t call out his betrayal. Instead, his eyes hard and cold, his claws tight where they dig into his wrists, he questions him.

Why?

I don’t know, Shen Qingqiu has to answer. I woke up in this body.

Where is he?

I don’t know, he answers again.

How long?

Here, Shen Qingqiu bites down a cry of pain as his left arm his yanked painfully out, a loud pop as it tugs out of his socket. The pain is real, he realizes deliriously. It’s real the way the Punishment Protocol had been. The thought makes ice pool in his chest.

What had he done to deserve a punishment from the System?

The hand tightens, the bones in his wrist creaking ominously at the strength of the hold.

The look in Binghe’s eyes hurts far more, though. Shen Qingqiu doesn’t even notice the tears in his eyes until they’re spilling over, until his voice comes out as a broken warble.

“Years,”He whispers at last, aware he’s hammering the final nail into his coffin.

It’s only as his arm is yanked away, as muscle and sinew tears with a sickening squelch, that it occurs to him. The punishment protocol had worked by sharing his dreamscape with the original Bingge. It hadn’t summoned nightmares out of no where.

This wasn’t Bingge. He’d known it on sight. Had recognized it in the curlier hair, the taller build.

This wasn’t Bingge. This was his husband.

And this wasn’t a dream.

XXX

Binghe watches as the pathetic worm scrambles away from him, gasping and hiccuping through his tears. His remaining arm shakes against the jagged edge of his stump, trying to stem the flow of blood. It won’t do a damn thing. This is a dream world, and that form is just a representation of his soul.

“I’m sorry,”It begs, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Binghe forgive me- “

“Do not call me that,” He hisses. This parasite had squirmed its way in, had settled in and gotten comfortable in its place as his husband, but that spot would only ever belong to his Shizun, his rightful Shizun. Everything else… everything else had been a lie!

“No!,”The imposter gasped. Had Binghe spoken out loud? “No, it wasn’t! I really- I really tried to be honest, I- I-“

It gulped, face pale and wan, tears spilling over its cheeks. Its voice dropped to a whimper.

“I loved you. I thought you loved me too.”

Luo Binghe let out a harsh laugh. So that was the plan? Replace his husband and try and make him grow attached? Try to squirm into his heart, when it was already spoken for?

“I could never love a pathetic fake!,”He snarled. “I’ve been planning your death from the moment I learned!”

The imposter sucked in a sharp breath. They stopped scrambling away, simply sitting before him, shaking and curled into themselves.

It didn’t try to run again as he stepped forward. Not even as he grabbed its leg and tore it from its body. It screamed, and thrashed, but made no effort to pull itself away again.

Instead, the insolent wretch began muttering under his breath, a plea and a prayer in one. Begging for forgiveness, for the dream to end, for Binghe to wake him up. Pathetic. Had the imposter really fallen in love with him over the course of its tenure?

He dug his claws into the stump at its shoulder to stop it. The muttering broke into muffled cries, biting their lip as they struggled to hold them back. A habit he recognized from his husband. Disgusting, he thought, holding to the illusion for pity until the very last second.

“You’re just a cowardly weakling, leeching off of Shen Qingqiu. You fell in love with me? Then know this in your heart.”

Binghe dug his fingers in harder, harder, until his claws scrapped against the shattered bone of the socket and dug in. The parasite’s eyes nearly rolled back into its head as it jerked. Binghe lifted it off the ground by the bone, then held still until the worm caught its breath.

“I could never love the man before me. I would never have even looked at you twice had I known.”

Binghe expands his awareness to the dream world around him. From a greater distance, the soul of the imposter is more like a small flickering flame, a little glow between his hands, than a man.

It takes almost no effort at all, to close his fist around it and smother the flame.

XXX

Binghe wakes up in the morning, ecstatic to finally be done with this journey and desperate for love from his husband who he’s apparently not seen in years.

Shen Qingqiu doesn’t wake up with him.

Shen Qingqiu doesn’t wake up at all.

XXX

Anyway now that I’ve officially written a short version of it I want y’all to know that Shang Qinghua would be the one to tell him, after rushing over when he gets an alert that the account of User 002 was deactivated.

Binghe gets to metaphorically self-destruct, realizing everything he said and did was to his own husband and not an assumed imposter. The world shapes itself to Binghe’s wishes, and he still has access to the holy mausoleum, so he manages to bring back Shen Qingqiu. I debated having him bring back Shen Jiu instead but I love the protagonist of any book I read, and that includes Shen Yuan, so instead he brings back his husband whose heartbroken and runs off, with a new level of instinctive terror to go along with it. Binghe really does try to give him room, but that does neither of them good because Binghe drowns in his guilt and the confirmation of his husband’s fear, and Shen Yuan drowns in his heartbreak and confirmation of his husband’s rejection.

The happy ending comes after a slowburn of binghe groveling and breaking himself down(a la Lost and Found in Limitless Clarity) with a side of both being left with new insecurities to add to the existing ones post-canon.

(And if Binghe now dreams of the delicate flicker of a soul between his hands, now jolts awake to the reminder of how small it was, how easy to smother, well-

-it’s the least he deserves, isn’t it?)

[delicatepointofview]

LOUIS TOMLINSON Victorious Festival (August 23rd, 2024)

[chosqrd]

had to cunt it up for an art market im abt to sell this gay shit in !!

[1000dactyls]

a random assortment of httyd drawings i’ve collected in the past couple of weeks…. B) maggotfig is my httyd oc who is a very good viking boy who dreams of not very viking appropriate things, like what the best kenning for a zippleback’s teeth might be. his right eye is covered because it causes him a lot of pain and is hyper-sensitive when exposed to light, leading to a lot of migraines. it’s a good thing gormworm (or “gormy”) guards his blindspot…

[dumbfucksystem]

imagine if the shen family was actually a part of the mafia. and shen yuan just never knew.

like his Family is rich and they are all super close. he’s even in contact with some of his distant relatives pretty often, which is kinda cool for him, he’s sure that this isn’t the case for most families so he considers himself lucky to know the extent of his family tree. sure, some of them seem to have lost a marble or two but what family doesn’t have a couple oddballs in their midst, you know?

and its not just sy’s comical obliviousness that contributes to this. his family is well aware that sy is not suited for this life style- especially his siblings. they grew up watching him get himself into all sorts of weird situations and putting himself at a disadvantage simply because he’s too nice. he can try and deny it all he wants (just like how he denies he’s gay- c’mon sy everyone can tell you are not straight) but his sense of justice would only burden him if he were to work for the Family. not to mention his sense of self preservation is absolute shit and they don’t want to have to babysit him his whole life- and he probably doesn’t want that either!

so they send him off to college, help him find an apartment, and basically do everything they can to help him start off on his own, away from the Family. his siblings had to do a whole lot of convincing to let this happen btw- this kind of thing usually isn’t allowed, but sy doesn’t know anything that could be used against the Family, so they make an exception in his case. better for them to not have a deadweight sticking around either is what they say but they all dote on him anyways and refuse to admit they care about him. sy definitely picked up this line of reasoning from them btw.

shen yuan is a little upset and confused that his Family seems eager to send him off (it’s not like they can’t afford for him to live with them after all- both of his older brothers still live in the Family’s massive house and even his aunts and uncles are living there??). he manages to recover quickly though. at least now he can read his web novels in piece without prompting any dick jokes (his cousins had a field day when they found his account with all of his pidw comments…). now he just needs to figure out how to live by himself.

it’s not that sy is incapable of taking care of himself- it’s just that he’s so used to having other people with him that he never understood how much they were doing for him until they were no longer around. but that’s fine, living on your own is just another learning curve and sy is willing to rise up to the challenge. which he did, by the way! he found a job and pays his taxes and even though that isn’t much he still gives himself a mental pat on the back for it. he is still in contact with his siblings, he never misses an update for pidw which he totally doesn’t get excited for and his life is going great.

……until he accidentally eats some expired food and dies.

[annamationsart]

archivist in the city… where will he go…

[fagbearentertainment]

Had a lotta fun drawing this one :3

+ a version without the shadow overlay bc idk which one looks better

[soepwashere]

An epic chess match, the stakes are high (winner gets the last of the leftover pizza)

Text free version as well!

No idea if this has been done before but this has been sitting in my drawing ideas list for ages now and I figured it was time I finally drew it

Also shout out to this post, I used their screenshots as reference for the background and it is the main reason it looks alright LOL

[omarera]

This became along summary of the panel discussion at YOU + MUSIC at Fryshuset with the theme of fan relationships. It was a really nice discussion and we got some glimpses on how he and the team are working. Below is a summary and some reflections.

How he has gotten to know his fans over the years and the vibe is intensive. And his team (Wille Hagelin, TEN,) adds that it takes long time for artists to develop their own vision and thats it´s important to base the content on yourself and the artists own interests, be genuine.

Omar comments to some plattforms:

Instagram is causul and chill

TikTok is more edits, goofy and Omar dares to be personal, be himself, be a bit vulnerable, he feels shy sometimes and do not post all things he finds cringe, but says its important to be able to laugh at yourself and put yourself out there.

Facebook he is not as active on but his team mirrors his posts on FB, more informative.

Twitter is more rough but still goofy and personal, more in the spur of the moment.

Wille says that Omar has alot of his own ideas and also Elektra have ideas on what they think will work. They discuss a lot back and forth but the artists always have a say to be comfortable, and be in touch with himself and that it feels right. The dialogue with Elektra seems great and him as an artist is in centre and the artists vision is respected but Omar says that it is also important that they use the knowledge of Elektra and listen to them and find a common ground. Elektra are fair and reasonable, mutual respect as I understood it.

Omar also says that the most important thing is the music and what you put out, image is fun, but in the end of the day it’s about the music you put out. And artists shouldn’t be so hard on themself but just put things out. Omar says he is very hard on himself and the struggle behind the releases are not something the fans see. And when you post you still have to own it and stand up for it. Time flies fast and imortant to get the music out, it will never be perfect, release when you feel it´s good and don’t wait and work on it too long for it to be perfect.

Also nice to hear him say he doesn’t feel that he has to please the fans and constantly be available. He works a lot and feels more pressure to be available in his professional contacts and work. Seems the schedule is hectic and he has stepped up his commitments. He says he zones out when he needs, sometimes its too much and he needs breaks, he meets friends, go to the gym (almost every day) and make sure to make time for himself.

Also love he says he loves to be daring and give a shock and wow effect, and just be unapologetically himself and do his own thing without caring to much how it will be received. He also gets the question of cancel culture and his team steps in and says that his values are so grounded that they are not scared of that and that it would have shown already. And Omar also says he’s not scared of being cancelled since he knows himself and his values. But he is scared of getting misinterpreted and that it has happened for example when he was a teenager. And that is extremely hard since internet will always love and judge and internet will never forget. it will always pop up. It doesn’t matter how many times you clarify or say you’re sorry, it will not be accepted or forgotten. Then it´s very important to know your own values and what you stand for.

And so nice to hear there is 3 step plan for him and that there are so many things that needs to be in place to be able to play and be present on other markets, like Latin America. Things are coming!!!

How do you get fans to engage and stay connected? Music is the core and also to create spaces and give back to fans in different ways, meet new greets, cards, be present on SM and comment on posts and create a communication with fans. He hopes he gives happiness and joy to listeners and that it is giving and taking.

What is the best with your fans? The best is that they are real. And I love he changes the way he talks here and address the fans as you, not talking about them as the fans but address by saying you. He likes that fans are passionated, love what he does and him but also that they react real and are open and let him know if he is out of line or the outfit didn’t work for example. That the fans also show tough love and are real and open. I think this is one thing that makes him have a natural connection to the fans, he is not afraid of them and appreciate their feedback and can also get to know them and act on that. We know he gets alot of “tough love” and people have opinions on basically everything he does.

And so beautiful that a fan thanked him for YR and that it helped them understanding their sexuality.It was beautiful and also shows how open the relationship to fans are. They also dare to express themselves and be genuine.

And he admits he has a stalker account, obviously.

Also like his answer on the question if he regrets things in his career or have things he wished he had done differently. And he says ofc he has but its easy to say in hindsight and its important to dare to make mistakes and go for things and do what feels right in the moment, And learn.

He really emphasises all the time the importance to be true to oneself and just dare to be oneself and genuine.

[blaiddraws]

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a brief flashback, set very soon after the last one we saw :)