#i’ve been very busy so…

[jays-supersonic-dynamo]

FUNNY EYEPATCH JAY,,,,,,,, 💥 ⚡️

[paracosmicessence]

hey arcane is relevant again

[800db-cloud]

oohh i haven’t posted in a while… please take this sniperspy doodle dump as an apology

[daeyumi]

🔹 Anamnesis 🔹

[Cycle of the Stars au]

[royaltea000]

[stress relief doodle] just wanted to let you guys know that he’s always had those stupid tassels dw

[mostholy]

Yandere Monkey D. Luffy x Reader 🏴‍☠️🍖

Heyyy sorry for late post & for others waiting😜😜 (the requests r now closed btw) & thanks !! 💝🥰

I became a bit bias here with Luffy so enjoy! ♥️

Warning ⚠️⚠️: Bit suggestive on the last part

Last but not least, the ice cream part was inspired from this lovely fic by @rollinouttahere-writes💗🌸

i made it wano themed hehe

[rwsdarw]

ok silly future au time

[kyurochurro]

this weeks (and LAST weeks too cos I took forever to finish WHOOPS) uni sketch is from the one with the whales ft. movie spirk taking an ice cream date in the middle of their mission! the consensus from the masses was that Spock would eat mint ice cream >:p

[embarrassinglastwords]

“you’re my best friend, now i’ve no one to tell how i lost my best friend”

“you believe me like a god, i destroy you like i am.

i’m sorry i’m the one you love, no one will ever love me like you again

so when you leave i should die. i deserve it, don’t i?”

“your low warm voice curses as you find the strength to strike within me that rings out a note heard in heaven”

“you know i’d always been alone till you taught me to live for somebody.

that love is like a star. it’s gone, we just see it shining cause it travelled very far. keep a leftover light burning so you can keep looking up.”

(PT 1 of this for anyone interested)

(and if anyone’s interested here’s a playlist as well as just a normal stsg playlist)

[daily-tma]

Playing around with colours while drawing a Michael!

[echoes-of-courage]

Happy Birthday, Commander!

Some soldiers remember that on Commander Link’s first day in the military, the princess recognized him as a hero for his warrior’s spirit. What he remembers is that he had the misfortune of the princess seeing him forget his helmet on his first day.

Archive

[turtleblogatlast]

Things I make for myself when insomnia kicks in

Just a chart about what I wanna change up and keep consistent in my art - I mainly wanna draw Raph with a tail because he deserves one, it fits too well. Donnie gets a long tail too because I didn’t realize how dino-like he looks until I gave him one, and now it’s a must for me haha.

[junosmindpalace]

kento thinks you’re pretty.

your appearance doesn’t stick out in any drastic way, but the sense of stability you bring with simply a kind smile and gentle voice make kento think, from the moment he first stood in front of you as you introduced yourself as awkward teenagers, that you were pretty.

he sees you mostly in passing, and he always bows his head respectfully in response to your small grin and accompanying wave. you weren’t bouncing off the walls or getting yourself into whatever sort of mischief his other upperclassmen typically did that warranted frequent violent scoldings from yaga, and in a way it was comforting. perhaps because you presence was grounding amidst the world of chaos he lived in. it's a world that doesn't suit him very well.

it’s a hot summer day and he notices you sitting against a tall tree and basking in its shade. the heat makes his thoughts go a little awry and his eyes linger on you for a little longer than what can be considered a passing glance. you take notice of him and wave with a small chuckle, and kento thinks you’re really pretty.

too pretty to be hanging out around the juveniles he calls upperclassmen, having to tolerate their nonsense on the daily. but also way too pretty to be hanging around someone like him.

you’re too pretty for the society this school trains you to contribute to. with every passing glance, with every month that goes by they the two of you grow closer, with every conversation you hold with him and every kind act you perform, he’s more and more sure of it.

he confesses this to you as if you held pliers to his mouth and threatened to yank his teeth out if he didn’t, when in actuality your arms were wrapped lovingly around his waist and you stared up at him in confusion.

it’s been years since your high school days now, your features more mature and your souls a little more hardened and having taxes that needed to be paid, and kento still thinks you’re pretty.

he’s no longer a student, and he no longer wears his hair in that god awful side part that you used to tease him for, but he still finds himself staring at you and thinking that you’re too pretty for this god awful world. with every meal you share in your apartment, with every late night conversation prompted by some ridiculous thought you had, with every lingering hug and kiss before you two head off for work, he continues to be more and more sure of it.

it’s reaffirmed to him time and time again, and it kills him. maybe out there there is a world worthy of your beauty, that’s as beautiful inside and out as you are. but it’s certainly not the one you two currently live in.

but you reciprocated his feelings at eighteen and gave him time at twenty two and didn’t hesitate to happily accept when he asked you to move in with him at twenty five. you helped bandage him up when he got hurt and brought his favorite bakery treats on your way home from the school.

your own beauty made his world a little prettier.

you told him you’d like to see the world outside of your norm someday. maybe malaysia, you thought to yourself aloud as you drifted off to sleep in his arms the night he asked you what you had in mind.

and so he will do everything in his power to bring that dream to fruition, perhaps even create a world that’s as pretty as you.

[cargopantsprentiss]

05. water

[luv-indigo]

soraya outfits….. i put my blood, sweat, and tears into these. i hope y’all can tell. so far only nadine (olnf oc) and soraya have these outfit references. i want to do these for all my ocs but it actually takes me foreverrrrr.

winter alt version under cut

uGHHHHHh i love her so much </333333

despite living in new york her whole life, soraya doesn’t do well in the cold. they need to be bundled up really well to keep warm. she’s got like 3 layers on. she’d survive the ice age with all that on, trust 🙏

[akicult]

contains ; domesticity. bf!suguru. suggestive themes. modern / college au. geto wants you to be his housewife basically. just a short drabble. mostly fluff.

just thinking about college bf!suguru that didn’t realize he was a domestic person until he met you.

he’s still young, only in his third year at university and he’s still deciding on what his near future will look like. he’s had his fair share of girlfriends, and little hookups, and to be quite frank—he didn’t think he was done either.

how was he supposed to know the first night he met you, bent over his backseat, was about to be the start of the most serious relationship he’d ever have.

that night started the first of many, slowly realizing he was only asking to hookup just because he wanted to see you. how he’d send a pickup text, with a frown on his cheeks because he thought you were only in it for that reason.

and when he finally swallowed his stubbornness, he was met with the most amazing two years of his life, stuck with you by his side.

college bf!suguru who, until he met you, hardly even dreamt about a future where the love of his life would carry his child in her arms, kissing his cheek and brewing a cup of coffee for the two of them to share in the morning.

he didn’t even care to imagine what that future would be like, what the woman would look like. it didn’t feel achievable, or even desirable until he fell in love with you.

and it was a random realization, but looking back on it—it was building. slowly.

weeks and weeks spent of you just pampering him, praising him, for even the most average things. like, getting an amazing score on an exam, and all you had to do was say, “aw! good job, baby!” before he was putty in your fingertips.

his room is all messy, deep dark circles under his eyes. it was procrastination’s fault—his fingers hurt from typing on his computer all day thanks to waiting until hours before a huge essay was due.

you offered to leave his apartment, to give him the concentration he needs to get it finished, but he was ushering a “no, no stay,” because he honestly didn’t want you to leave. so you stayed, situating yourself in the other room, occasionally popping in to check up on him—and eventually lay on his bed after he insists you to.

it’s only when he finally finishes—8 hours later and it’s already nighttime. his shoulders are slouched, his back is stiff and he’s walking out of his room with his closed computer weighing by his side.

and you’re still there.

not only are you still there, but you’re washing his dishes.

hair clipped back, sweatshirt engulfing your body and sweats tightly tied around your waist. you’re humming along to some music that plays over a speaker—quiet but loud enough to know what song is playing.

you look so utterly homey.

so…domestic.

like you’ve settled into your personal home after a long day at work, just blissfully scrubbing away on glossy white dishes that were previously eaten on. your clothes acknowledge that you’re comfortable, uncaring of what he sees you in.

although it’s not just the fact that you’re dressed like that—it’s the fact that you’re cleaning his things.

cleaning a mess you didn’t even make, just out of the kindness in your heart that’s making geto’s throat close and his palms sweaty. he’s in absolute awe that he doesn’t realize you’ve noticed his presence until you’re turning to face him.

“oh! did you finish?” you ask, turning the water off and rushing towards him.

he’s blinking, nodding slowly. “yeah—just submitted it.”

“yay! ‘m so proud of you!” you grin, lacing your fingers behind the back of his neck and pulling him in for a chaste kiss like you always do—but it feels so much different this time.

like you’re congratulating him on a big promotion, tugging on his work tie and kissing him until he’s forgetting his own name.

he feels like his ring finger is so cold, and there’s a missing heavy weight that’s never even been there in the first place.

like he’s an idiot for not tying you down on the spot—wrapping vows and vows around the two of you until you’re barely mobile.

and he wants to be your doting husband for the rest of his life. he wants to walk through his front door every evening with an awaiting kiss to his cheek, and a home-cooked meal fresh in his senses.

he wants to go to sleep with you in his arms every night, mumbling sweet ‘i love you’’s after flickering off the bedside lamp.

and maybe, just maybe one day, he wants to hear the gentle pitter patter of two little feet charging down the hallway.

this is accidentally freud coded (emphasis on accidentally)