#i might draw more of him i dunno

[raffi-cat]

this weird bird

a friend said hold him like swan and this was my immediate mental image (this is not what they meant)

the people wanted to kiss him face but thats a bad idea. he got sharp teef. he bite

turn him into marketable plushie

[pestercide]

Decided to revisit my Minecraft spooky guy designs

Old designs here

[sysig]

Those wacky skeletons ♥ (Patreon)

[potionofpower]

justice

[honkowo]

ok posting another angel artdump cos ive got a enough silly shit accumulated teehee

from the top we have: leucistic tropics angel neil(@bucketnewt 's char), this oc meme template cos its silly, frozen coast angels float-testing an imp + a follow-up pic, clink's homo thoughts, & lastly the dicksucker

[3v1l-0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Forgot about my epic fish character

He’s in the coolest band btw

[affluent-havoc]

Something that fascinated me about the Chapter 2 trial was when Makoto says this (pardon the screenshot quality and SPOILERS AHEAD of course ^v^)

For one, no Makoto, you cannot know the exact thoughts Byakuya was having in that moment, not that I'm mad at you for that Makoto. But, anyway, I was thinking and, the only scissors we know of in the school for a fact are Jack's. And, unless there were kitchen sheers or perhaps anything in storage, there's no other scissors in the school that could be used. Plus, there is no way Byakuya's going to try and get closer to Toko and Jack any more than he has to just to nab some scissors. Which, another thing of note is that, in most of the pictures of Jack's murders, the victims are pinned to walls with the scissors which must be made of some strong stuff due to the fact that they were lodged into the walls strong enough to break said walls.

Another thing of note is, according to the localization in the little bit of the case file we're giving (shown up above of course ^v^), there's some more patterns with the cases. At least with what we're shown, two victims were both outside of their apartments in a parking lot which makes me wonder of Jack specifically also choses to do the murders outside, almost as if displaying the bodies out for the world to gawk at, to show the world their filth as a display of the betrayal they did to her. That's leaning towards speculative territory though. This also got me wondering some other stuff though. One, is Toko secretly buff in the arms or something? This is mostly a joke but also seriously. Toko is a twig unless Jack's adrenaline rushes are just that powerful! Though ghosts and martial arts teleportation (among other shenanigans) exist in the world of Danganronpa, so who am I do judge the realism here! Another thing I want to mention is, have we even been shown enough of Byakuya's own strength capabilities to judge if he is capable to break and crack a wall like that? Maybe he could. But, would he even deem it worth the physical effort? Which this all goes back to the specific phrasing Makoto uses here; "He consciously" chose to use the extinction cord". Maybe he did, using the train of thought that Byakuya might have felt it as "too much effort" to try and make it more believable or to have it be too much effort to find anything else to suspend Chihiro's body. But, this is also the same man who went out of his way to do all this in the first place. Which brings me back to the idea that maybe it wasn't him specifically using the extinction cord like that. Perhaps it was that lack of resources idea I mentioned earlier, not being able to get any other scissors in the school. He is a resourceful guy after all. He knows the Genocide Jack cases to the finite details to probably clock out that the victims where specifically suspended via the scissors being lodged into the walls and through the victims themselves. Moreover, he probably could have noticed that all the victims were guys too and, Chihiro being perceived as a girl at the time by him and everyone else, would have perhaps known all along that there would always be holes in this plan of his. He was at least carful enough with Chihiro's body not to touch it inappropriately, perhaps a hint of the gentlemanly upbringing of his (though that's speculation and cannot fully be proven) Additionally, there is also the aspect of time. Did he have the time to attempt to rummage his way into potentially finding scissors to make this crime scene look more realistic? Did he have time to potentially get close enough to Toko in the span of a night to find a way to snatch Jack's scissors somehow, and then be able to scurry his lanky ass back to the scene of the crime to pin up the body? Would he have time to think up of any other alternative to suspending the body other than to use the extinction cord? Would he even want to do all of that in the first place? This is all once again speculation but it just makes me curious. And, yes, he disrespected the dead by doing that to Chihiro. He didn't scathe the body though and it's already established he did not touch the body any more than he deemed necessary. That's a fact with the twist of the second trial and how much he really didn't know despite knowing who the true culprit was the whole time. So, who knows. Maybe deep down, there could be a part of Byakuya that didn't want to go that far with making the scene, which he knew deep down would never look real enough, knowing Jack's type of targets. There's just so much to this though. After all, Makoto himself isn't a reliable narrator in a way. The closing arguments are close to reality, yes. But not fully. After all, in chapter 2, since Makoto only knew so much before Monokuma gave the reveal and the closing argument was before that.

Who's to say he was EVER this sinister during the night Chihiro died. Who's to say that he CONSIOUSLY chose the extension cord. Perhaps he did in a way as a twisted sense of pity for Makoto who he suspected could be a far stronger threat to his chance of winning the killing game. It all depends on your perspective, your interpretation. I'm just rambling about all of this though! Stuff like this just fascinates me ^v^

[hana-bobo-finch]

I know I JUST said that I would be too busy to make art in the coming days but I. did it anyway. guys looks it’s lethia I love him so much. look he even has little bug-person symbol flags he’s so cool (HE DOES NOTHING) (SERIOUSLY HIS ENTIRE PURPOSE IS THAT HE DOESNT DO ANYTHING AND NOBODY REMEMBERS HE EXISTS) (HE WAS RELEVANT FOR ONE MINOR INCIDENT AND EVEN THEN EVERYONE FORGOT HE WAS THE START OF IT ONCE A WIDER CONVERSATION ABOUT THE INCIDENT STARTED)

[ashtonisvibing]

just like me to arrive at a party late (i've gotten into welcome home- the puppets and their charm got me-)

[toxifoxx]

truly at the end of the day its all about receiving validation

[misterpseudonym]

i feel like i can’t enjoy most human bill designs simply on principle of them looking really young. like i can more or less make peace with twink bill (albeit not my favourite) but you’re meaning to tell me this guy’s clean shaven? youthful? where are the lines around his mouth. where’s facial hair. where’s a little moustache hmmmmm make it DEVIOUS

[sysig]

Some highlights from a tense but still very Winterkov-y scene (Patreon)

[bbbholdmebbb]

Day 12- Monsters

[cheeriochat]

Hi im alive

Got metal gear shirt today

I took the photo at the shopping centre IGNORE HOW WEIRD THE IMAGE LOOKS

[muzzledcachorro]

silly little doodle character i made! her name is burger head :] he is packed with the silly™ and was born from a happy meal

(not shown but he has a fry tail !! ty alma for the idea <3)

🍖 art blog: @goat-chops

[kalims]

scribbles

"( – ⌓ – ) ⎯⎯ he lets you draw on his skin, yeah thats pretty much it.

ft. malleus, vil

malleus

it was... a breach of your patience.

the lesson, was awfully boring. the more you listened to the apparent 'heroic' doings of certain individuals. the more it strips away your attentiveness to the words spilling out of professor trein's mouth. no matter how many times you will your ears to make out the incoherent lecturing of the man... it remains deaf.

so you decide to sate said boredom.

how? of course you need to bother your seatmate!

your intentions remained within the circle of yourself of course. your eyes stuck to the stray marker over your paper so you silently twisted the cap off and scribbled on your paper—then it was your palm—and now, malleus' arm.

"child of...?" man. malleus finishes in his mind, his attention suddenly snapped away at the sudden tug of his arm. definitely not his own decision to even make it move in the first place. usually it would remain stiffly beside his body like usual and even if someone tried to pry it to them it would remain still. but without his attention, his body lets you.

without another word. you peel open his fingers, palm open to you and it's a notion he allows. and he stays silent when you tug his gloves off. perhaps with a curious huff, malleus drifts closer to you. to accommodate your actions that he's yet to get an explanation for.

... and suddenly there's very bright flowers drawn on his palm.

said owner of the palm might just be toe darkest person in the room so it's quite out of place.

but it's from you so he likes it.

he peeks at it, with a fond smile on his face. I should enchant it to remain there forever. he thinks to himself, the curve of his lips growing wider at his thoughts, like he'd proud of the idea. the idea of being able to carry around something made exclusively by you might as well shove him into a cannonball and send him to cloud nine.

it's adorable. you're adorable.

his world grows a little more blue the more he stares at you. and if it weren't for the searing glances the professor sends your way malleus would just let his eyes engrave you into his memory forever, so he laments over it and reluctantly peels his gaze off you. mind speaking a thousand memories, the very same reason he somehow can't hear anything trein says.

you draw a strange looking lizard beneath his ring finger, one that looks a little like him and he thinks that you're asking him for marriage.

that can be arranged... he ponders, oblivious.

vil

drawings, doodles, painting— art. a reflection of the soul.

vil is great at makeup.

every brush on your face, a step to beauty. that is his reflection. you are his soul. he wants to make you look—no, make you feel like you're beautiful cause the canvas he's standing in front of is his greatest piece of art, he'd want to put you on the tallest pedestal there is. the grandest one just so the rest knows your beauty is parallel to none, something they can see and admire but not reach.

but he also wants to keep you in his own room, because only he knows what he felt when he painted you. only he should be the one given the grace.

this... he doesn't know what to consider.

perhaps vil should be bothered, if not then a little peeved at the several colors across his skin. a myriad of doodles, some words, and some simple drawings. a poor portrait of him is drawn next to one he assumes yours, the 'fairest' word on the right side of his hand, and flowers.

he's sure though. you're definitely no artist.

the thought cracks a smile at him, and you steal a glance midst the cool tip of the pen dancing along his skin. "I'd thought you wouldn't even let me do this," you admit, chair having been moved over closer to him so you wouldn't have any leaning problems. a suggestion by vil you gratefully took up, though you doubt it was just another excuse to have you closer.

"why?"

"dunno," you shrug. "it looks unseemly compared to you."

he huffs, flashing you a light smirk. "so my face is, hmmm..." vil ponders for a moment, and your face twists to the realization that you possibly just exposed what you think. but you suppose it isn't really a problem since it was basically common sense that vil is...

"gorgeous." you finish for him.

his aura brightens. (probably will be for the rest of the week.)

your hand retracts from him, the marker gripped between your fingers. and he takes a look at your 'art.' he doesn't know if he should consider it as one since there are a heap of sloppy lines, and the color bleeds into his skin. some smudges that you accidentally brushed against that makes it seem like a messy picture of chaos.

vil strives for perfection, but it's only natural there are flaws. to love oneself, you must love all parts. and to love you, he loves whatever the ink on his skin is.

well, what the heck.

"pass it to me," he stretches his hand, and you quirk a brow. questioning but curious so he indulges you. "I'll show you how it's done."

note. ngl idk what I wrote for vil it's currently 12 AM rn ☠ <- newer note, this has been rotting in my drafts for weeks and I couldn't decide whether to post it cause I wasn't sure about vil's but here hehehe