#i like them ehehehehehe

[amethyst-halo]

wanted to draw some fall outfits so ofc i drew the sisters ever

[phibsies]

lego movie stuff i drew today because they are rotting my mind so bad

also this because i was trying to prove to a friend that i hate rex (i love him with my whole heart)

[hplonesomeart]

This frame alone looks pretty boss right now

[soukeyed]

cooking an au. theyre in space

[spottedenchants]

Stay Here Beside Me - Chapter 2: The Rules for Lovers

M, M/M, No Archive Warnings Apply, Chapter 2/4

Relationship: Essek ~ Caleb

Chapter Specific Tags: Making Out, Awkward Wizards are Awkward, Sex-Ambivalent Essek, Essek Overthinks, Exploration of Boundaries, Continuous Consent Negotiation, Sexual Tension

Chapter Word Count: 7.7k

Chapter Summary:

Essek’s mouth moves on its own.

“I feel… bad.”

Beautiful, excellent, a wonderful descriptor, eloquent as always. Everything is solved and clarity is had. Harps rejoice.

Caleb, on the same hand, recoils to the headboard as though he’s just heard a sour note.

“What kind of bad?”

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AKA after facing a few impasses, Essek finds a framing he likes

Read on AO3

[catz-dagger]

I got meself a pressure oc :3

Meet River, inspired by a Common Short-beaked Dolphin and a little bit of a cowfish if I say so myself.

[hunterkhean]

No one shall know what tomorrow will be until I said what Tomorrow Is...

No one... Shall realize until it's too late....

Im not even gonna say it, I'm just gonna say it the day AFTER tomorrow

It's not really important but I think it'll be funny to say it Like ... A day or two late from tomorrow.

This is my Mind being sick and It's telling me to say some stuff

Maybe I'll make some special art for what's going on tomorrow idk...

[dkettchen]

Today I not so much learned that, as figured out which, one of my uni course mates worked on Nimona as a modeller x’D

[fake-ascension]

5, 14, 22, and 33 for silvanus?

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

silvanus has an obsessively clean personal & work spaces. looking in on the outside, their environment seems almost TOO neat but she has nearly insane organization methods that most people can't make sense of. everything HAS to take place at the exact time it was planned or else they start getting pretty antsy. her bizarre & strict scheduling makes perfect sense to neuvillette which makes her one of the best assistants he's ever had lmao

her obsessive habits stem from the need to have some sort of 'control' in their life. their entire childhood & early adulthood was either decided for her or completely chaotic

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

:D this one is perfect for him!!

the art i've done for him (and their younger brother nikolai) they both have the same skin condition/chronic illness (niko got the worst of it) that basically functions as fantasy psoriasis and generally just has a weaker immune system & consistent joint pain

silvanus is VERY prone to overworking & ignoring the warning signs to rest. there has been one of two times theyve literally just collapsed and ended up bedridden for a few days, the most recent notable instance of this was shortly after trial against her own parents but this time had wonderful co-workers who came to her aid and it hasnt happened again since (insert sigewinne holding her tranquilizer gun at silvanus: you WILL rest and stay hydrated)

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

thats too much freedom, she needs SOME kind of direction or else she'll just stare at the page becoming increasingly distressed until someone tells her what to do with it. FJDKSFJDSF

33: Concept of home and family?

sometimes a home can be a never-ending pile of paper work, too many house plants, and your pet bunnies with very silly names & titles

There is no concept of family out there that doesnt accompany childhood trauma & deep-seated guilt for silvanus......

.......but is slowly starting to realize sometimes a home can be a collection of your weird & eccentric, sometimes codependent co-workers

[somerandomcockroach]

excuse me *gets out*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

*gets back* I'm back

Spellbound Shockwave used to hide his students under his wings, you cannot convice me otherwise. Also he checks his statue everyday to see if they put any new trophey.

Trust me I’m not gonna convince you. He absolutely did.

You could barely ever see him fly. He used his wings to store his kids.

[valentineveils]

I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO BUILD IM HAPPYYYY

[jackie-mae]

wahhhhhhhhhh gnawing on your art and the fic you wrote i love thisssssssssssssssssssssss for the nillamilk hat bound au such an amazing concept! annnnnnnd your attention to detail, like how pv has to hold the papers up to the staff and cant actually read them on his own, and how hes always got his actual eyes open when looking at his hat/shadow milk, for that genuine eye contact ahhhhhhh simply amazing, i adore this so so much your amazing wahhhhhh so excited to see what more you do, id love to see pv and dark cacao interact based on the hair too perhaps, since of course dc has had to deal with long hair for a long time too, but theres no pressure there truly! anything you do is wonderful, thank you so much for bringing this to life def wanna commission you one day tho yeye :3

EHehehehehe thank you ;3c! I love doing small details like that so so much especially what Nilla does with his staff

And of course you can have some Dark Cacao interaction! Those two were rattling in my head before a certain clown jumped in from some open window

Here you can see the closest PV's ever gotten to getting chucked into the Licorice Sea!

[levshany]

you don't know this little bebe, but I would be glad to introduce him to you soon. I think you'll like this dandelion boy. Especially since he was inspired by the Collector 👉👈

Now a portion of my whinings

Lev wanted to start the new year with a full-rendered complex piece with background and stuff, and right at that moment she caught a cold, her period started, and knee pain fell on her. And she was squeezing this art for 4 days in a row, suffering

Worth it 👍

Risky. Risky after a break to return to the blog with a full ass illustration, which often don't get much unlike sketches and comics, but moreover it is also an unfamiliar story to you. but I am well aware of these risks, I take them all on myself

Still worth it 👍👍

This year I will strive to draw at least one full illustration every month. I want to make a sick portfolio and also do a regular practice!

In my summary, I complained about how little blue art I had last year. Well, look at me go, starting the year with the bluest art possible ehehehehehe

[theother-victoria]

Mr reca word vomit bc the brain worms won’t leave my brain!!! I promise I’m Very Sane abt this man

TAGS: not proofread, written before his release so potentially ooc and I’m too lazy to rewrite it post-release, secret relationship trope, reader wears lipstick, making out eheheheheh, reader is smaller/shorter than him, this is my propaganda and sign for u to become a reca kisser too

TAGLIST: @akutasoda, @https-sourlimes, @tragedy-of-commons, @mitsvriii (putting you on the reca kisser agenda >:3), @harque, @hazyue, @gabile18, @khoncore, @moineauz

Ok so imagine being in a secret relationship with the man himself…

Like the two of you HATE each other’s guts in public. As a rival film producer, the public loves to pit your films against each other, and the two of you as well apparently. There have been so many instances of you making small digs and sly remarks toward each other during interviews that it’s become somewhat expected by now. You have a gripe with the pacing of his films and his fame. He has a bone to pick with your cinematography.

“That manic director’s most recent film? I would give my thoughts, but unfortunately I fell asleep not even halfway through.”

“That uninspired, dreadfully dull and artistically lacking director? All their films look the same. I couldn’t differentiate them even if I wanted to.”

No matter how critically acclaimed your work is, he always has something to say about it.

Even if it was in the back of an alley with his hands gripping your hips tightly and teeth nipping at your neck.

"It took until a quarter of the way through the movie before- hah- your cinematography finally showed some signs of thought put into the shots. I know you can do better than this. So why- mmph- did it take you so long?"

You angrily nip on his bottom lip. A flash of satisfaction runs through you when you hear him hiss and taste blood on the tip of your tongue.

“Like you’re one to talk with the horrendous pacing of your newest film! Tell me, what was the plot of it again? Because I- mmm!?- already forgot the direction it was supposed to be taking twenty minutes in!”

"Well, you just simply lack reading comprehension. Not my fault, of course.”

“Oh, you little piece of-!”

He shuts you up with a rough and messy kiss. Your legs immediately go jelly and were it not for his leg slotted between yours and pushing you up against the wall, you think you would’ve collapsed right there and then.

When he pulls away, your lips are glossy and swollen. There’s a dazed look in your eyes that makes him smirk in satisfaction and without any hesitation, he pulls out his camera to take a few shots.

“Yes, yes, wonderful! That expression really suits you!”

Anger looks good on you, but he much rather prefers this expression.

He leans in for another kiss and because you can’t say no to him, you indulge him- until you hear footsteps nearby. You hurriedly clamp your hand over his mouth and wait until they’re gone before glaring at him.

“Stop running your mouth so much in public! You’ll give us away at this point!”

“Then stop being so loud,” he hisses back, though he’s in no better state than you, his-already-disheveled hair an absolute mess now from you gripping it. His flushed face is littered with lipstick marks and you can’t resist the temptation to add a few more.

“Cheeky, aren’t you?” he huffs out as you place a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. A soft kiss to his eyelid makes his eyes flutter shut and an affectionate sigh escape him. He smells of the chemicals used to develop film and strong coffee…

Then there’s a gasp and the undeniable sound of a camera shutter going off. Caught red handed.

You pull apart from him with a surprised gasp and expression. Strangely, he doesn’t look fazed at all. Still as smug as ever.

You whirl around to see an equally-shocked photographer standing there. Paparazzi, from the looks of it. He was probably going around and looking for some potential shots before accidentally stumbling upon something that would make front-page headlines. When you look back at him, then at the photographer, there’s even more people now snapping away at the two of you in a compromising position.

With the damage already done, you try to leave before he stops you. His jacket resting on your shoulders dwarfs your smaller frame and he yanks on the film strip belt to reel you back in. The crowd of photographers has doubled now, murmuring excitedly to themselves.

“Wh- let go! The paparazzi are having a field day-!”

He silences you with a swift kiss and a pinch to the inner thigh. The cameras flash even more rapidly now.

“Let them see for all I care.”

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[thelov3lybookworm]

As a slut for angst today “tolerate it” has been stuck on a loop and now I am imaging an angsty fic where Az just slowly begins to forget about reader and she threatens to leave but he doesn’t take her seriously and is so utterly destroyed when he comes back home and she’s gone…

Like I feel like it’s on brand with him and his duty to his job and whatnot. Plus the lyrics are so him coded “while you were out building worlds where was I” / “took this dagger in me and removed it” LIKE HELLO???

(But I also love a good happy ending so I feel like if azzy groveled hard enough… 👀)

Tolerate it.

Summary: She is fed up.

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A/n: ehehehehehe angsttttt yummy yummyyyy

Enjoy!

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Y/n laughed at Feyre's pathetic attempts at skipping the large puddle on the ground accumulated due to the rains that had Velaris freezing overnight.

Feyre failed miserably, her boots and leggings getting wet from the splash that signalled her downfall against the watery enemy of hers. But Feyre was not fazed. She simply laughed alongside Y/n, her eyes crinkling as the two of them made their way back to the river house.

It was visible already now, Y/n could even make out the grains in the wood of the door as it opened, and her brother in laws, along with her mate, spilled out.

Y/n could see from the corner of her eyes as her sister lit up at seeing her mate, her husband and the father of her child. The moment his eyes met her, she took off, her arms spread as she ran up to him and threw her arms around his neck. Rhysand did not hold back either, clutching Feyre to her chest with as much enthusiasm as she held him.

It made Y/n smile.

Y/n then glanced behind the embracing couple to her mate, the overwhelming urge to hug him too and to claim him in front of anyone watching making her start walking towards him without even realising.

Which was reckless, as the moment he realised she was walking towards him to hug him? He took a step back.

Y/n knew that he hated being affectionate in front of others, but this was cruel.

So to not get embarrassed by his rejection, Y/n turned swiftly towards Cassian, her other brother in law, who stood not too far from where Azriel did, and hugged him instead.

Cassian, Mother bless his heart, did not even question it.

He wrapped his arms around Y/n and literally lifted her off the ground, cackling when Y/n's fist made contact with his shoulder over and over again as she demanded to be put down.

Y/n had to stop herself from thinking back to that day. She did not want to relive the pain she had felt, the sadness and anger.

Y/n watched his eyes fluttering, wondering if he was dreaming. Wondering who he was dreaming about.

It definitely was not her, that was for sure.

Y/n, feeing a little sadness taking root in her heart, returned to the portrait in her hands, questioning if it would even be worth it finishing it up when he sure as hell wouldn't even acknowledge it. Or her.

Y/n glanced at the paint supplies she had placed on the coffee table next to her, having wanted to capture a moment of him letting his guard down, of him being vulnerable using her best paints, knowing he would not care.

She guessed living for as long as he had, life and the small things didn't matter as much anymore. Maybe that was why he loved to go on the missions Rhysand, Y/n's brother in law, gave him.

It probably gave him the thrill nothing else did anymore.

With Y/n's sister just having given birth to the starlight of the court, Rhys had become more and more protective, sending his brothers and anyone and everyone at his disposal to check and report about every trivial thing that made his primal mate and father side get protective.

Slowly, Y/n reached for the brush that rested in the cup half filled with coloured water, deciding to finish the half done portrait. If he did not care... she did not now what she would do then, but she did know she was tired of being tolerated by him.

But what could she even do? It was not like she could just up and leave.

Y/n blinked.

Or... could she?

Y/n shook her head, as if to dislodge the though, and with a sigh, she let herself get lost in the soft skill of painting her sister had taught her long ago, when staying up and huddling under worn blankets was the only thing bringing any warmth.

Trying not to think about the fact that the last time she remembered him caring for her, genuinely caring for her, was only when the two had been in their early stages of relation ship and the mating bond was a very new experience to a newly made fae Y/n, she continued using the soft and strong, long and short strokes to finish up her latest masterpiece.

Of course, Y/n never would call herself a creator of masterpieces, but any and all art that included her perfect mate was destined to be a masterpiece.

Time lost its meaning, and all that mattered was capturing the perfect angle for his eyes, nose, lips, shoulder.

Nothing existed but Y/n, her art, and her muse.

Nothing existed but the soft rise and fall of his back as he lay sprawled on his stomach, the effortless way his wings draped across the whole bed, taking up space three wingless fae could have slept in.

Where Y/n would have slept in, on days when everything had been filled with stars and dreams, wrapped under his warm wing like it were a living blanket.

When he pretended he was nothing, absolutely nothing but her mate. Her husband. Not a spymaster, not a shadowsinger, not a brother. Just her mate, her lover.

Those days were far gone now.

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Despite the fact that she knew he would most definitely not care, Y/n was excited.

And that was downplaying what she felt.

The wait was killing her, the amount of adrenaline in her bloodstream making her want to jump around to get rid of the energy that made her shiver, her limbs going cold and warm at the same time. She had to push her fists together and shove them between her thighs to keep them from shaking, which did not help at all.

So Y/n waited, her body clenched in anticipation as she stared at the doorway that led into the living room, a big grin on her face.

She glanced once at the sketchpad in front of her on the table, admiring her artwork for a moment.

She never liked whatever she made, always feeling like it lacked something. So for her to be excited to show off her art to her mate was a huge indication to how much she loved the portrait.

The familiar scuff of worn boots drew Y/n's attention, and she shot to her feet, pressing her fists to the back of her thighs.

It had become a habit of Azriel's, to purposefully make some noise before he stepped in view so as not to startle her with his appearance.

The action melted Y/n's heart every single time.

He stepped into view, as ethereal as the day Y/n had first seen him as a human, just as beautiful as he had looked that day as he tried to get comfortable on the small chair in the manor on the other side of the wall, just as loveable as that day when she had ended up losing her heart to the low born fae that should have intimated her.

He was fumbling with his armor, making sure it was all secured properly before he left for whatever mission Rhys assigned him for that day.

He glanced up just as he walked past Y/n to the kitchen counter, a small smile gracing his face before his attention was again diverted.

Y/n tried not to deflate at his lack of enthusiasm.

"Good morning love. Look-"

"Good morning Y/n." He cut her off, his voice void of emotions, as if he was tired of saying the same thing every morning and wanted to get it over with. He didn't even glance at Y/n as he said it, and Y/n pretended not to notice that he used her name instead of whatever endearing name he would have picked before.

"I will be on a scouting trip to Illyria, and after I have a meeting and dinner scheduled with Rhys and Cass, so I will be late coming home. Don't wait up."

Y/n's smile faded. "Don't wait up or stay out of my way?"

Azriel froze. "What?"

Y/n released a humourless laugh. "Nothing. Go have fun."

Azriel turned, giving her a hard look. "You know I would rather stay at home with you."

Doubtful.

Y/n so badly wanted to say it to his face, but she did not want to fight with him so early in the morning, so she sighed, smiled and nodded.

He started walking towards the door, and despite her anger, Y/n walked forward to kiss his cheek.

She did not miss how he recoiled.

Y/n masked the hurt before he could see it, and he gave her an awkward smile before he maneuvered to walk around her, careful not to brush against her.

Y/n watched him walk away, staring hard at the door even long after he'd left.

She then glanced at the portrait she had abandoned on the table, and, her heart hardening, turned away.

She was tired of having her love be tolerated, and she would not have it be that way anymore.

Either he accept her love the way it was, loud and clear, or he go find someone else.

And so, she turned, walked up the stairs to the bedchambers she shared with Azriel, and began to turn it back into just his bedchambers.

She would no longer be tolerated only because some godly entity thought she and him would make great, powerful kids and tied them together with a string.

She deserved to be cherished.

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Part 2

Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless @harrystylesfan2686 @cassie6392 @kennedy-brooke @tele86 @miluiel1 @hnyclover @minnieoo @sidrapotter @piceous21 @mybestfriendmademe @saltedcoffeescotch @eve175

Azriel Taglist: @darthdumbasss @foreverrandomwritings @azrielsmate3 @celestialend

[aesthetiqchaii]

Mr.Puzzles's waist be so small like what do u need that small waist for? for Mario to grab it? whore.

coguhs. Hello gamers. I sketched this at 1:30 in the morning while stressed about an exam yippee yay yippee!!!

don't ask how Mario got up to his waist, 1:30 AM me didn't think about that, and neither am I right now. SMG4 logic ✨

@licht-hex got me into SMG4 ehehehehehe (and introduced me to this ship through @/mrpuzzlessimp420's Mario Simulator joke fit)

idk if I'll be drawing them more, but they are by far my fav crackship

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH‼️‼️✨🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️✨