#i poured my heart and soul into this

[the-chains-cafe]

Reminder that this blog is based mainly on good autumn vibes (with itty bitty plot)

Bonus close ups under the cut

[onionnstinks]

ur the only one keeping equigam alive bro i eat ur art up

HI ANON!!!! I’ve seen this and I’ve forgotten about it so I decided to draw up a little thang 4 u☝️

Ik I am not on my gamquius game as I was… but that will NOT DETER ME from making content of them spontaneously 😁! anyway I hope u enjoy 🙋‍♂️ and I WILL be answering the few asks I have rn LOLSL, people have been waiting 4 too long. #goingtosleeprntho

Full + Dumb doodles I did on the sideline.

[anonymous-user84]

I know it's a screen capture lmao, the actual file itself is too large to put on tumblr and I haven't figured out how to compress images yet

[ur-local-mantis]

This is how I think Colress and Faba would act together if Colress joined the Aether Foundation.

I FINALLY FINISHED THIS! AFTER STARTING IT AND PUTTING IT ON PAUSE FOR TWO MONTHS I FINALLY FINISHED IT TODAY!!!

[edenfire]

🎄💝 Shuake Holigays Advent Box 💝🎄

this has been a year in the making, and I am so excited to debut this 12 day advent box!!🥰💗💞 each item is unique and comes individually wrapped for the perfect surprise for a loved one! (or yourself, I won't judge XD)🎀💘🌸

this is dedicated to all you shuake lovers out there!🗣🗣🗣

if you'd like more info about what comes in this box, please feel free to dm me! ( ^ v ^)/💗💞

> link to the box here <

[forggyfan]

So I found a link to a website where you’re supposed to report doctors and shit that provide gender care to people in the state of Missouri or something, so I decided to spam them with some shit. Here is a Bowigi fic I wrote just for them ❤️

NSFW

“OH FUCK” Luigi screams “IT’S TOO BIG”

“Don’t worry princess, I’ll take good care of you” bowser purrs.

“But-A I’m not the REAL-a princess” Luigi says, with the skirt of his pink ball gown hiked up.

“Shhh” the koopa king replies “we’ll be giving bowser jr a sibling VERY soon, don't worry"

as king bowser said this, he thrusts his monster cock into the tiny little hole of the man underneath him. a loud scream is heard.

“But-a wait, I can’t get preg-“

“Ever heard of mpreg?”

(There was a word limit so I did my best)

The link

[nightlocked-in]

Umbrella Boy

word count: 56k (completed)

Modern College AU. OOC Katniss: Mostly the same but more anxious and insecure, slightly more outgoing. And also her dad left so she has abandonment issues and whatever.

plot: idk one of them gives the other an umbrella and they fall in love

rating: explicit - some explicit sex and masturbation scenes and explicit language.

relationships: everlark

tags: college au, modern au, daddy issues, katniss had a glow up, insecure katniss, amputee peeta mellark, miscommunication, friends with benefits/situationship, virgins/first time, fluff and angst and smut, lots of fluff, HEA

here’s the aesthetic pic <3

[flyingfoxx-art]

ARTFIGHT 2024 - ATTACK 87# Character by Galoo on Artfight

hehehe funny little guy -> @galoogamelady I am obsessed with the art style of the original artist of this oc.

[frongfriend]

Yes, this is the true ending 🌱

[godsfavoritescientist]

Sleeping Soundly Again - my comic for the Until the End of Time zine! I drew this around a year ago, and I'm so excited to get to unleash it on the world at last.

[goomyloid]

finished writing something the other day

[psilliguykai]

Consistent art style who?? [/silly]

Anyways uhh yeah it’s done!! Woo! Thank you so much @bluestarlett for the art request this was such an honor aaahdhfrjkrsndnn !!! Saturn is so cool wuagh ….

Yapping + flat colors version under the cut :]

I had so so much fun to work on this - any excuse to incorporate music, especially will wood and especially the Self-iSH aesthetic is a good one heheheee :D

The patterns on the border are edited but ripped straight from the Self-iSH album cover so credit to Will Wood for that ! Song featured in the background is The Song With Five Names by Will Wood and The Tapeworms. Thought this section would fit well since Sushine and all that jazz :3

Sorry I had to stray from the original design a bit - admittedly I know Saturn’s arms aren’t symmetrical but I couldn’t really make it work with the tools/skills I had on hand :( [also I’m soso sorry for forgetting their lapel pin- I don’t have a good reason I just forgot about it I’m so sorry 😭]

This was great rendering practice for me since I like. Never render lol- it definitely could be better but I’m fairly happy with how it turned out :D

Un-rendered version, mostly to show off the colors n patterns on the arms [inspired by the Self-iSH album cover]:

[cruel-hiraeth]

꒰ THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF LOVE ꒱ RORONOA ZORO X READER

warnings ⟢ slight angst (though it gets resolved). hurt/comfort. mentions of death and dying. descriptions of blood and wounds. brief allusions to buddhism. reader is gn and described as “beautiful” once.

word count ⟢ 1086

notes ⟢ happy birthday to my most beloved! this fic is self-indulgent (i.e. full of my hcs about zoro’s childhood) and a labor of love. the three of swords design in the banner is from the rider-waite tarot deck. three of swords generally depicts a difficult, sorrowful experience.

So this is how it ends.

The midafternoon horizon is fathomless—a halycon ocean—the sun anchored in its depths. A cool breeze stirs, kissing his tawny flesh, rustling his hair, and chiming his earrings; whispering beachgrass casts sinuous shadows across his face, allowing his good eye to rest in partial shade. Nearby, the tide laps at the shoreline—tenderly, the caress of a lover. Foam glides across half-buried seashells and beached debris in a brief greeting before returning to the sea, heeding her call.

Where Zoro is, he can’t be certain (not an uncommon occurence, though he would never admit it). His robe was slashed off at some point, and fell to the ground in shorn tatters. He lies bare-backed in a slurry of sand and ichor, his swords beside him; weeping wounds litter his torso, the most gruesome of which stretches from his navel to his right side. While he had the wherewithal to cut his haramaki and tie it around his waist as a makeshift tourniquet, the fabric is sodden, metallic teardrops puddling in the sand.

Pain is a feeling he greets like an old friend. It’s comforting, almost, like a suffocating embrace. As a boy, he had to nurture that cold familiarity if he wanted to survive—be it fighting bigger kids for spare scraps at the orphanage, or taking lashes from a bokken at the dojo. Strength comes with a cost, as does physical and mental growth. Existence is suffering, and suffering is—in its purest form—pain. But the mind-numbing sting that currently radiates from his injuries is the last thing on his mind.

For the first time in years, Zoro is afraid. He shivers despite the scorching sunbeams, sucking in shallow mouthfuls of air, glistening beads of sweat sliding down his body toward the earth.

It isn’t the prospect of death that scares him; he has walked most of his life along the corpse-strewn path of demons, fighting against his fate as an asura. And he has peered into death’s grim visage before—too many times to count. He even dived into hell and cleaved through its bowels to face Enma, emerging victorious as the king of souls departed.

Regret, however? Regret is a different beast.

It’s why he trembles now, covered in grime and gore, half-lucid. As dark thoughts slink to the forefront of his consciousness, he’s aware that dying here will mean failing. Not simply failing himself and his own dream of becoming the greatest swordsman, but also failing his captain and best friend, and failing to preserve Kuina’s legacy. Most gut-wrenching of all, he knows that dying here will mean failing you. There’s so much Zoro wants to do with you, so much he wants to say. He itches with regret, calloused digits twitching at his sides, desperate to claw his skin off.

Clarity torments him. Memories flit before his steel gaze, now wet—a tear-streaked blade. He sees you: the flicker of your eyes when you tell a story; the curve of your lips when you poke fun at him; the halo of your hair when you nap against his chest; the set of your jaw when you’re serious. More than anything else, he longs to tell you how he feels.

I love you.

Three simple words that he always struggled to string together. Perfect moment after perfect moment was presented to him on a gilt platter: inside the crow’s nest at dawn, or beneath the lush boughs in the tangerine orchard—even perched atop the Sunny’s bow to watch the sunset. He squandered each of these opportunities because he (foolishly) assumed there would be more in the future.

I love you.

If only he could muster the strength to breathe out the sweetness of your name once more—to taste each smooth, honeyed syllable on his lips, to feel it silken on his palate. Maybe then he could forgive himself. But instead, it dies on his tongue as his vision blots and blurs. Eventually, his world goes black.

I love you.

Zoro awakes to the muffled creaking of a hull.

His head pounds, his mouth is bone-dry, and his limbs are leaden and stiff; he feels like death, and suspects that he looks like it, too. Surgical gauze tightly wraps his frame, stifled wounds screaming in agony. When he glances up and sees framed pictures of the crew above his cot, he recognizes where he is: the Sunny’s infirmary. In his periphery, you’re sitting at Chopper’s desk with a book in your lap. He tries (and, to his frustration, fails) to shift into a seated position. As soon as you notice the movement—head snapping up in surprise—you rush to his bedside.

He waits for you to reprimand him for being so reckless while away from the rest of the crew. But you don’t—not yet, anyway. (Not until he’s mostly healed. And for that, he wonders if you may be an angel.) Instead, you kneel on the wooden floorboards to level with him. Your fingertips tentatively brush against his cheekbone, as though you’re testing to ensure that he’s real. Content with what you find, you cup his chin, allowing him to lean into the soft warmth of your touch, catlike.

“I was worried about you. Well, so was everyone else. But I’ll only speak for myself,” you murmur.

His voice is gravel, cragged from disuse. “Sorry.”

After a few beats of silence, he clears his throat. “Is Chopper on break?”

You nod. “I’ve picked up the night shift so he can sleep.”

“How long was I out for?”

“Roughly two days.”

“Fuck.”

That draws a chuckle from you.

Zoro swallows. “Listen, I—”

Your thumb grazes his chapped lips, forcing him to pause. “Save your energy, Zo. You don’t have to defend yourself; you’re safe with me. I promise.”

Tired but patient, your gaze breaks him, only to piece him back together. His heart aches.

He inhales deeply. Then—in a flood of emotion he can’t stem—the words flow out: “Y’know I’m not good with feelings…or words. But, uh…” A broad palm wraps around your wrist, your skin hot against his. Ignoring the heat creeping up into his cheeks, he sighs, “I love you.”

Before he can second guess his confession, your lips bloom and burst into a radiant smile, setting your features alight. He doesn’t think you have ever looked more beautiful.

“I know,” you admit airily. Leaning in, you dot a kiss to his scarred eyelid. “I love you, too.”

[edkerberos]

Hello dear friend! If you would like a request from me, poease can I get some wholesome Sniepr/Spy? I love the way your style has evolcved and I love the way you draw them :) ! Thanks! :)

hi!!!! :D !!!!!!!!! i want you to know that this touched me so much that it almost made me cry :'D !!!!!! it makes me so happy to hear that you like my art! thank you so much for your kind words! i am more than happy to do a request from you! i drew this little scenario i came up with into a sort of comic-esque format, though i am unsure if it still counts as wholesome... i tried my best anyway :') !!! i hope you like it! :-) (see the rest under KEEP READING!)

(p.s. i wrote this post and accidentally undo'd everything so i had to rewrite everything......... but i lost the alt text that i wrote :') !!!!!!! i spent half an hour on those!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i am so distraught and tired that i will write them in the future instead... sorry!!!!!)

[cradle-of-darkness]

another year another pjsk birthday card themed fanart 🙏 I LOVE YOU FUKASE HAPPY NINTH!!!!!! 🫶🎉

[princetsimmy]

🎭 SHADOW MILK COOKIE 🎭