#i. do not actually know how to draw cats????

[cosmerelists]

Cosmere Secret Santa

I did this last Christmas as well, but this one will be different, as I'm once again using a randomizer to choose characters. For the record, I didn't fix the results except to omit anyone who appeared in last year's list and to nix any repeats in this one. Let's see what gifts they choose!

Thanks to @imtheseventh for requesting that I do this again! :)

1. Marsh gives Spook...a book

Spook: Oh, thank you, but I think Kelsier already got me this book? Marsh: Look more closely. Spook: [holds up two books side by side] Spook: See? Kelsier got me Hemalurgy for Dummies and you got me...oh. Hemalurgy Not For Dummies. Marsh: [taps eye spike knowingly]

2. Spook gives Fort...a coupon

Fort: "Fifty percent off women's slippers"? Spook: I heard you like deals--that was the best one I found! Fort: [pats him on the shoulder] Every bargain hunter has to start somewhere...

3. Fort gives Allrianne...a bracelet

Allrianne: Wow! It's actually pretty nice--thank you! Fort: You're so welcome! Fort: After a lot of hard work, I got it basically for free! Allrianne: You...didn't spend any money on it? Fort: Practically none! You're welcome! Allrianne: ... Fort: What?

4. Allrianne gives Raboniel...a pink dressing gown

Allrianne: What I see when I look at you is a woman who needs to relax and feel beautiful. Raboniel: [carefully examining the robe] Raboniel: No safehand sleeve, I see. Raboniel: Are you trying to seduce me? Allriane: EXCUSE me?! Raboniel: Listen, I get that from human woman more than you'd think..

5. Raboniel gives Elegy...a book of Sudoku puzzles

Elegy: ...I don't understand. Raboniel: I can see that you're trying to fight off the insanity that threatens to consume you. Raboniel: I know...something about that. Raboniel: It is helpful to keep the mind focused, occupied. Elegy: ...with number puzzles? Raboniel: Well, it's either that or going into weapon manufacturing, but Navani gave me a dirty look when I tried to buy you a bomb kit.

6. Elegy gives Marasi...a book

Elegy: My people do not have much, but I collected a book of our native stories for you. Elegy: Since your people seem to want to know about us so badly. Marasi: ...I don't know what that last part means, but thank you! Marasi: Aww, it's a book of stores for kids? How cute! Marasi: ... Marasi: Do they ALL end with children being consumed by ghosts? Elegy: Shades. And yes. Marasi: Thanks anyway? Elegy: What do you mean "anyway"?

7. Marasi gives Vin...a nice pen

Marasi: I-I mean, what do you give the woman who has everything?? Marasi: You did EVERYTHING in your life and set the bar so amazingly high with all of your powerful exploits! Marasi: S-Seriously I couldn't even FATHOM what do get the Ascendent Warrior for Christmas! Marasi: A-Anyway, since you have that nice pen anyway, I-I thought maybe you could sign something for me... Vin: ... Vin: What exactly happens in the future?

8. Vin gives Syl...the design for a mistcloak

Vin: You're sort of wind, right? Vin: Back home, the mists loved to play with the tassels on my mistcloak. I thought wind might be similar. Syl: [has already changed her form so that she appears to be wearing a mistcloak] Syl: Why do I feel so unbelievably cool?? Vin: It has that effect.

9. Syl gives Nale...coal

Nale: ...Are you telling me that I should build a nice fire and relax? Syl (arms crossed, glaring at Nale): I'm telling you that trying to KILL children means you get COAL Nale: The child in question gave me a hug when she confronted me. Syl: Yeah, well, I'm an Honorspren, not an Edgedancer.

10. Nale gives Denth...jail

Denth: ... Denth: It is literally Christmas. Nale: The law cares not for holidays.

11. Denth gives Charlie...a cat plushie

Charlie: [eying the cat plushie nervously] Charlie: Y-You're a bit of a bastard, huh? Denth: I don't know what you're talking about.

12. Charlie gives Marsh...a really nice bottle of rum

Marsh: This looks...expensive. Charlie: W-Well, you know. Charlie: When you draw the literal personification of death out of a hat for Secret Santa, you, uh...don't blow it off. Marsh: ... Marsh: I'm actually quite pleased.

[spacejip]

"okay so tell me about yourself"

"it kinda sounds like a job interview" you laugh. "you are right" he shrugs as he eats one of the fruits you cut and put in a bowl before sitting down on the couch.

you and chenle have been going on dates for a couple of months now. but almost every time, you guys ended up doing other things instead of actually getting to know each other. it's not as if you two were avoiding conversations, it just happened to be like that.

"but I really mean it, tell me anything... or everything, in fact" he nods encouraging you to talk.

when he said that, your eyes lit up. your face full of enthusiasm. you didn't want to show that you were that excited to have this kind of conversations, but you really were. and he knew it as soon as your face changed, so there was no point in hiding it anymore.

"it might sound silly, but I really love this part of 'getting to know each other'. it's just so fun to listen about whatever the other person likes and the little details" you say happily.

you didn't notice of course, but while you talked, he was looking at you with so much adoration in his eyes. chenle knew he was in love with you, but didn't want to say anything until he had at least a minimal hint about it being reciprocated. he knew you too. not the oddly specific things, but the exact amount to already fall in love.

how many times had he thought about what would you say if he confessed so early? he imagined you saying "you don't even know my favorite color, chenle" so that's why he was determined to learn every detail about you today.

"i love it too, it's a shame we didn't have the time to do it before" he shakes his head. "now, tell me" you giggle at his eagerness.

you look at him one more time, to be sure he actually wanted to. he nods and you finally start.

"i love the color red and purple. i love cats. also, i love listening to music. it might sound weird, but i love studying because it's the perfect excuse to listen to my favorite songs without being interrupted. i like to draw, but i'm not really good at it. i love the 'oversized pants and tiny tops' combination. i love the stars and planets- actually, did you know i wanted to be an astronaut?" he chuckled when you interrupted yourself. "...but I decided to switch paths because i want to have a family one day, and i couldn't be there for my kids and husband if i'm in space, right?"

you looked like you had a million other things to say, but you wanted to listen about his own stuff too. "it's your turn now" you say this time, a hint of shyness showing in your face because of how much you managed to say in two minutes.

he, again, noticed it. "it's alright, i really enjoy listening to you" at this point you were all red because of his confession.

chenle could listen to you for hours non stop. even though he was the type to talk... the type to be listened to.

“maybe today i’ll finally tell her" he thought.

[entriprises]

"none of the same interests?" he falls into a game of parroting, because his mind draws up a blank on any other sort of reply. each thing that she says to him shakes him blank like an etch-a-sketch in the making. just as soon as he thinks he has something in reply, she's shaking him again.

"i'm not the one not baring his soul-" he leans in closer to the table to look her dead on. "you drive me fucking crazy. you-" he means it better than it comes out. he sucks in a breath, eyes going up towards the ceiling for the momentary reprieve. his face burns, "i am in love with you." what's the point in saying anything but that? the weight off his chest isn't quantifiable, but it's not insignificant. shrugging, his chin lowers back down so he can actually look at her again.

"so, no i can't talk about whether we want to get, fucking cats or dogs on our checks or what colors we're going to paint the walls. you have no idea know how many times i have i tried to have this conversation with you-- or maybe you do!" there's a chuckle, but it's not one that says he's light hearted, or amused. it's resigned, and it's only some miracle that he manages to keep his voice somewhat quiet and even. "maybe you do, because you never miss a chance to remind me how utterly uninterested you are in me."

screw not making a scene, because the energy to yell finds him anew. he doesn't want to yell at her. well not entirely. it's his feelings that simply feel loud, and he thinks it's only right he matches them. it takes everything in him not to.

he raises his hands, palms up as he gestures with some restraint, "we talk, we don't talk. you spend the night, we're cooking together in the mornings. you call me up after a late night because you want to see me. you tell me at the hard deck that you've had too much of me." that one was hard to get over. "you're pissed at me for marrying you," he wants to point out that he doesn't remember that either, that she's not the only one who is reeling, "and now, you're talking about staying married. i don't know what you want. i don't know who i am to you, because we're not just fucking. let's at least be honest with each other. we haven't been just fucking since before we flew together." one hand runs through his hair. he feels the sweat running down his neck.

"if all of that hasn't been obvious, now you know: i love you, and i have to live with that, and it fucking kills me that no-" his head shakes and for the first time in all his words, a desperate breath, an empty silent sob, takes over when he wants to speak, "i don't want to stay married to you. i can't stay married to you. this isn't logistics and convenience for me." his voice pitches, and the tears return.

Bradley sputters, in a way that Nat finds completely predictable and even somewhat comforting. The coffee that inelegantly drips from his mouth is endearing, though gross, and it's instinct, habit, to hand him a few more napkins. The action is alarming, if only because Nat is only now, after they've so thoroughly screwed up their lives, realizing just how comfortably and easily they move around each other.

She has long ignored it, pushed her feelings and good sense away, but it's Bradley. It's Bradley - and she can't remember putting a ring on his finger. Their marriage is real in the worst way, signed names with little commitment behind it. Their marriage will end before ever getting a proper chance to begin, if they can't do this. If she can't do this, if she can't overcome her own inability to let herself entertain her feelings for the man sat in front of her.

Taking a deep breath, Nat nods. His questions are frustrating, mostly because her patience is thin from the alcohol fueled pounding in her head and the coffee, slow to spark more wakefulness. "Yes, if we were to stay married." Her tone, though, stays even, polite almost. Gone is the usual snap that bleeds through with Bradley, whether from outright annoyance or pure humor. It's a cheap imitation of their usual banter.

"I have questions, if we were to do this. For real. If we live together, in your place, what do we keep? Do we redecorate? What about savings? How do we handle all of the bank accounts and splitting costs?" Her eyes slide away from Bradley, fixing on some distant point. Nat takes another steading breath. "We've never talked about the future... what our lives might look like five years from now; what we want them to look like." Naturally, her thoughts turn to children; neither biology nor society have been kind, so while Nat's long known it'd be sometime till she was ready for them, she hasn't had the option of simply shrugging her shoulders and thinking it'll happen in some vague eventually.

Cheeks heating again, Nat knows fresh tears will spill if she isn't careful. "I can't say that until I know there's something worth saving, Bradley." Her face hardens. "I won't bare my soul to you if you have none of the same interests as I do."

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

I MISSED HAPPY MU QING DAY ;A;

but better late than never RIIIIGHT??? so mu qing with cats. bc he deserves. ALLL OF THE CATS ;A;

[owl-wolf]

um i turned him into a college physics professor

[sweetsouldhavernas]

paint me like one of your french murfs

[therealcallmekd]

SKA CHA CHA

I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!

ARRGGGGHHHAAAA

*Explodes*

Bonus:

thing that i based this off of directly cuz i dont actually know how to animate >

someone please tell me where this gay little cat comes from i love them so dearly

[journey-to-the-attic]

au where this was how ik and diavolo met for the first time when she was like seven

[sprout-battlecats]

whitestorm

[yawnde]

Aventurine and his cat cakes are the best things hoyoverse has given us so far

[labrayic]

crossover of the last two piece of media you watched/played?

This may be the weirdest thing I've drawn in a while and it is almost embarrassing how much effort I put into it lmao

Watched Deadpool and Wolverine for the second time last night and read a volume of One Piece today, making a silly little Wolverine version of Zoro just felt like the obvious choice. Zorolverine <3

[clegfly]

“Of course you have an Other Brother,” he says, waving off her denial as he opens some nearby cabinets. “Who else would I be if I wasn’t?”

Small WIP sketch of the Other Brother from IDKSomethingClever99’s fic “Mari in the Pink Palace”!!! OMORI and Coraline are my two biggest interests ever so this fic was like winning the lottery for me. Not to mention how good it is… please go read it ragh

[sysig]

Still a thief at heart, stealing kisses (Patreon)

[mildcicada]

[b4kuch1n]

I actually for real feel like my phone's scanning quality has dropped monumentally while I was away on thing so that's a fun thing to figure out now. anyways

[falling-hand-in-unlovable-hand]

an encounter between two newly anthro’d wc ocs

+ just my emo girl