#i had a lot of fun with this one :)

[ahhrenata]

‘how quickly power can change hands’ | X |

[arberspin]

I’ve missed drawing sun…

Cursed Knight Au things… (thinking about doing another comic)

[daydreamerwonderkid]

They're bonding :3c

Meme reference under cut

Draw the squad poses

Pose 1

Pose 2

[acoraxia]

his name is Jahel; they have a p neat 'friendship'

[marigoldendragon]

I don't draw them very often but I love nagas a whole lot. So jumping on the naga-Jamil train :D

[doctorsiren]

Day 7 of Sirentober / Doctober

Neon / Hourglass

Thank you to my sister for the idea 😁

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[hollowtakami]

HEYOOO

so I read your keigo fics and I really loved them! What do you think about Keigo waking up from a nightmare and he can't find you, so he starts to panic, and when you come back from the toilet (or wherever you were), he immediately latches onto you panicking and crying

Man he is so sweet

hi anon! ^_^ tysm for your ask, it rlly made me smile hehe. here’s a small drabble as thanks:)

(apologies if its rusty, the only thing i have written as of late is uni essays-)

keigo gasped for air as though he’d been reborn, feathers pricked out like needles.

he clutched at his shirt like a vice, daring to tear through his skin and stress grip his dying heart. he panted, delirious amidst his fear.

the suns of his eyes bounced across every corner of the room, his free hand scratching away the duvet in search of you. nothing, not even his feathers could sense you, clouded by fright.

what the avian didn’t know was that you hadn’t left him like his father, you’d only gotten to get a glass of water after the drought in your throat had woken you up, not nearly as violently as the way your boyfriend’s body treated him.

what you didn’t know was that your boyfriend was unfurling faster than the might of his wings ever could.

pattering through the hallway of your apartment with a glass and a plenished throat, you gently broke your way into your shared bedroom with a tired hand.

your eyes retreated behind their lids at the light you swore you hadn’t put on, lest you disturb keigo in his sleep.

no, an instinctual feather did so.

you stop, feet planting into the carpet as your brain tries to process the scene in front of you, whirring through its fatigue.

there was keigo, plumage fluffed up in fear, eyes wild and pinned on you, your bedsheets in tatters.

“kei?��� words clawed up your throat as you slowly made your way to the bedside table and placed the glass. keigo grabbed your wrist the moment you’d set it down, you managed to get a better look at him.

sunny bedhead and a dark sky lining his eyes, his chest heaved along with the heavy burdens that laced his blood, what was his own that didn’t stain his hands.

no matter how much he scrubbed his skin, keigo would never be clean. it had trickled into his brain, and he couldn’t even escape it in his sleep.

“stay,“ he silently barked, his words scratchy.

keigo’s stress grip on your wrist wouldn’t let up, the avian latched onto you for dear life.

your face fell, eyebrows furrowed as you saw his glassy eyes, glossed over with fear.

“bad dream, baby?” you whispered, slowly raising your wrist to run a hand through keigo’s hair, massaging his scalp with gentle nails.

keigo only choked on a sob, his vulnerabilities racing down his cheeks to their end. if only this would end, he begged to a god he wasn’t sure existed.

you brought your wrist down, eyes trained on the dots of his.

“‘m not going anywhere, baby boy,” you soothed, gentle reassurance hanging in the air until keigo was ready to pluck it down and hold it close to him.

he tried to not, more words contesting in his throat.

keigo looked down at himself, feathers shaking more than his tired body.

“bad..” he gestured to himself.

“you aren’t him, birdie,” your words were soft, sun against his skin. his heart swelled amidst the silent rage of his head.

soon, you felt keigo’s grip starting to soften too.

you grabbed the glass of water with a free hand, using the other to usher strands of gold out of his eyes, tucking them behind his ear as you helped him sip some water.

kissing his forehead, you cooed, “that’s my boy,”

keigo chirped, too frightened to speak. he would only chirp or coo when this regressed into his fear, not that you minded. you knew that his bird qualities were something he was forced to bury, much like other innocents.

but, there wasn’t any blood on keigo’s hands.

the only thing in his hands was the silk of your skin, fingers intertwined as you spoke to him with the song of your voice, an angel he would tell himself he didn’t deserve.

your wings were pure, his stained red. he was born like this, conceived by a monster of a man. so, that must mean that he was born the same.

it took an angel like you to help him realise he had never fallen, it was someone else who had clipped his wings.

[miiilowo]

IT'S HIP TO BE SCARED!

[sylvieserene]

Them being them 😂♥️

Meme created and edited by me based on @thatasianstereotype 's Tumblr post!

[spiral-cut]

DecembHyur 2023 Day III: Home

On a windswept isle in the southwestern corner of the realm, amidst the roiling waves of the Rhotano Sea, lies the maritime city-state of Limsa Lominsa. To this haven for bandits and brigands, cutthroats and curs, seekers of both freedom and fortune, comes a lone adventurer.

*deep breath* aaaaaahh... this ought to cover a few entries from the prompt, I hope. If any of these gifs got a laugh out of you then please tell me!

[davetrapp]

// Day 112

Fight

Reference Image lmao

[baeglbites]

Commission for @aleks-chan !

[nathanavenue]

francis bacon-inspired mary i did for a painting class ^_^

(higher quality image here)

[naffeclipse]

Wintersweet Spirit

Chapter 1: The Shrine

Snow Monkey!Sun x Y/N (SFW)

Your visit to a beautiful, tucked-away mountain town leaves you curious about the beliefs of a mythical beast who watches over the peaks and snowy ranges. An ill-advised trek toward the summit sends you tumbling directly into the mythical beast's domain as you must accept his guiding hand to endure the harsh mountaintop. He is power and brightness, and the only one who can carry you through the snow.

Word Count: ~11,400 Warnings: Avalanche, buried alive, suffocating, hypothermia, and near-death experience

A/N: I had this sitting in my Google Docs for almost four months as I had started it in January and nearly completed it before other projects needed my full attention. I recently finished it. Now I'm here to present it to you! This fic involves spirituality revolving around shrines and is inspired by Japanese mythology however it is not directly based on any folklore or told stories. I just really love the idea of Sun as a snow monkey and a little something more.

[marigoldendragon]

Diasomnia, except they all get to be dragons :D

Sebek is more of a glider than a flier, and he breathes lightning rather than fire.

Lilia wouldn't breath fire, instead he would have like a sonic screech. The smallest dragon of the lot, but still bigger than a human would be.

And Silver would breath fire, but it would be a white-gold coloured flame.

[doctorsiren]

Day 6 of Sirentober / Doctober

Moth / Ghost

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