#i’ll post something eventually

[dyllonatorrex-arts]

was gonna draw something for dean’s birthday but then i started throwing up so i’m gonna take a nap instead

[breadcheese444]

What if…?

All art is by kakiclo6

[potatoattorney]

Thinking about how Sister Iris doesn’t even have a last name. She could have been Iris Fey but Morgan didn’t want either of the twins. She could have been Iris Hawthorne but her father sent her to Hazakura Temple. The anime calls her Iris Hazakura but she’s never referred to this way in the games.

She hardly even gets to have her own identity. She goes to Ivy University and dates Phoenix as Dahlia Hawthorne and she loves him but he’s in love with the person she’s pretending to be. In 3-5 at Hazakura Temple she’s at a point where she should be able to be her own person. She should be able to be seen as Iris. But Phoenix sees her as Dahlia’s ghost. And then there’s the plot to kill Maya, and Iris has to cover for Dahlia again. Again and again she’s just Dahlia’s stunt double.

[opikiquu]

unfortunately i have adhd and focusing on finishing one drawing is just something i cannot do. whenHe’s lurking.

[actuallyredrobin]

alright. i can’t hold my silence any longer. i’m going to say it.

when Nightwing drives the batmobile he plays the glee cover of somebody that i used to know

every. damn. time.

[calmlb]

Domestic skk where Dazai gets home later than usual from the agency. It’s not uncommon for him to arrive home after Chuuya when he was working a case, but it definitely wasn’t the norm.

As Dazai slipped off his shoes and coat, he listened for any sounds that may indicate where Chuuya was.

Even though he was pretty sure he already knew.

He padded towards their bedroom and stopped with his hand on the knob. He pressed his ear to the door, listening for familiar, soft snores, but not hearing any.

He quietly slipped into the room, unsurprised to see that the lamp was still on, but not expecting to see Chuuya’s eyes closed.

The redhead was sitting up against the headboard, arms crossed and eyes closed. There was a poetry book on his lap, still open to where he’d been reading.

Dazai felt that fond smile he could never seem to mask play at his lips, and walked closer.

The light of the lamp cast shadows that accentuated the sharp angles of Chuuya’s face. His brown lashes brushed against his strong cheekbones, and a sun-kissed bronze was spread across his upturned nose.

Chuuya was all sharp edges with an unrefined personality. And that’s just how Dazai liked him.

That crudeness that had so grated on his nerves when they first met. That crassness that couldn’t be dulled by nice clothes or Ane-san’s influence.

Chuuya was unapologetically Chuuya— untamable.

Dazai watched as his partner’s brows pinched, and his bow-shaped lips twitched downward before parting.

“What’re you staring at, shitty Dazai?”

Dazai’s smile widened. “Just wondering how long you’re going to keep feigning sleep,” he hummed as he turned away to change into his pajamas.

“Wasn’t sleeping,” Chuuya grumbled, one eye peeking open as Dazai slipped into bed and curled up next to his leg.

Dazai nuzzled into Chuuya’s toned thigh, releasing a contented hum as Chuuya’s hand started carding through his hair.

He felt the rhythmic shift of Chuuya’s body in time with his breathing, and let himself relax knowing he was safe. Secure. Cared for.

Because Chuuya wasn’t all sharp edges. Deep down, there was a layer of kindness to him. Deep enough that it wasn’t immediately apparent.

Deep because it’s part of the foundation of who Chuuya is.

Dazai considers himself one of the lucky ones, getting to witness this kindness firsthand.

Chuuya always waited up for him, no matter how tired he was, or how long of a day he’d had. Some instinct to make sure every member of his pack was accounted for— probably leftover from the sheep.

My loyal dog.

Dazai hid his smile in the fabric of Chuuya’s pajama pants.

“Oi. I can feel you smirking, bastard.” Chuuya stopped his hand to pull on Dazai’s dark waves.

Dazai whined in protest. “Chuuya’s so mean to me.”

Chuuya scoffed, voice rough with the need for sleep. “Right, so mean that I even made you crab for dinner.” He slid down the headboard to lay on his pillow. This way, he was nose to nose with Dazai— hot, toothpaste-fresh breath fanning Dazai’s face and strawberry-blond curls falling into his face. “How awful.”

Dazai lifted a hand to brush the hair out of Chuuya’s eyes, gently tucking it behind his ear. “How awful,” he agreed. “Makes me want to die.”

Those piercing blue eyes stared back at him. “I’ll be the one to kill you. Shitty Dazai.” Chuuya’s threat was punctuated by a long yawn.

Dazai tutted. “Sleepy Chibi.” He grabbed Chuuya’s hand and started massaging soft circles into his palm. Just the way he knew Chuuya loved.

Sure enough, Chuuya let out a content sigh as the last bit of tension seeped out of his body.

“S’nice,” he mumbled as he started drifting off. Dazai merely hummed.

“Such strong hands that carry so much,” he whispered, bringing Chuuya’s knuckles to his face & pressing his lips against them tenderly. “Let me hold this for you.”

Chuuya’s breath evened out, and soft snores filled the space between them. Night after night, that snoring had been Dazai’s white noise, and he bit his lip to restrain the sudden impulse to pinch his partner’s cheeks in an act of cuteness aggression.

Instead, he snuggled up close to the redhead, burying his face in the crook of Chuuya’s neck.

Dazai reached over and turned off the lamp, feeling his heart swell when Chuuya nuzzled his face into Dazai’s hair. He pressed a kiss to his jugular notch, then let the soothing cadence of Chuuya’s snores lull him to sleep.

Dazai version

[demonir]

Week old 6 am sketches I drew while lying down and I’m not gonna polish probably

Zoom in on the faces I liked

[alonzoarts]

would it be so bad… if I skipped another day? My heart says yes, my body says no.

I think I’ll hit the hay.

[a-sketchy]

i don’t really wanna live in a world where yosuke is less homophobic honestly. it’s interesting? i’d like to live in a world where persona the franchise is less extremely misogynistic (et al), but that’s actually different from yosuke the character exhibiting shitty biases. (are these things often presented similarly? sure, but they’re not at all inextricable. it’s pretty easy to not put teenage girls in skimpy outfits for sake of the camera while still having a character objectify them, as a purely hypothetical example). if you’re gonna rewrite a script to correct one of those things, yosuke being homophobic would not be my choice. it’s like not even his only issue. why not make him less misogynistic and mean and insecure and heteronormative and selfish while you’re at it? the various shittinesses are core yosuke characteristics, he’s a different guy if you get rid of them, even if it’s unpleasant. i think he’s interesting cause he sucks

[starryluminary]

Hi! I'd like to send you a polite reminder to draw Owen dipping the moon in the ocean for I too would like to see him dip moon like cookie.

I was not the one who said id draw him, that was @curiositycryptid . However, I was in a drawing mood today so you can have a stupid little sketch. As a treat

[chibishortdeath]

Mspaint is really fun actually—

[kittycrumb]

do you think it hurts?

[skyward-floored]

Me: yeah when I get home from this I’ll work on that fic and post that one thing and it’ll be great—

Me the moment I get home: *face plant*

[faithinlouisfuture]

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[yannfredericks]

having so much fun thinking about karl jenkins’ doomed love life <3

[krisalyce]

just a girl and her milotic :)

inspired by @sasharcyreal ‘s kotlc pokémon au art