#im doing more requests later

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Axel for the drawing requests!

he's very hard to draw

[weirdglassthing]

LOA Shiptober Day 4: How They Met

October content month was ambitious..

This one took me. Shockingly long. Whoops! I’ll probably end up jumping around the prompt list and it might extend into November 😋

I’ll try to do day 31 on the actual date of Halloween though 🫡

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

wear headphones :)

Wasn't expecting another one of these so soon huh.

Transcript and context under the cut

Transcription: Fuck. Goddammit. K-Ugh. *whimper* Come on...

Context: An inside joke between some people on twitter resulted in them commissioning artists to draw gabe failing at pottery and it became a trend for a bit. This is him voicing that specific scenario

Audio source (Yeah I edited it a little to make it worse. I will not apologize.)

Link to a thread of the pottery fan art. This isn't all of it but this is the only collection I can find to link to. -> Link

If anyone has more that wasn't included here feel free to drop a link in the replies :0

[kirishwima]

JJK men when you text them 'Too Sweet' lyrics

(and totally not because that song's stuck in my head)

Satoru: Suguru: Nanami:

Choso: Toji:

Bonus Sukuna:

[edenfire]

💌💗 wip 💗💌

as we're hitting november, I've got winter shuake on my mind🥺💘🌸 so enjoy this doodle I did on my phone🌸

hopefully I'll have some time to finish this soon and make it look nice🥰💗💗💗

if yall have any shuake requests, pls throw them my way!! I definitely have too much to do, so I probably shouldn't be drawing random shuake but I waaaant to🥺🥺🥺💘💗💞🌸

[tumblweeds-omegaverse]

random omegaverse thought:

There must be people who experience specific instinct things with indifference or boredom.

Procreative cycle coming up? "Crap, I've got plans this weekend...stupid skip weeks."

Caught an intriguing scent while walking? "But I need to get to work! Shut up brain."

Had a snap response to a distressed sound? "Who was it?! ...right, it's my day off, I can go back to sleep."

Somebody growled at them? "Kid, I'm not a rival, that's my sibling."

Super cozy cuddle session happening nearby? "I'm gonna pass tonight guys, no social battery left, maybe next time."

Group of friends heading out to flirt and check out other singles? "I'm coming with you but only to make sure you all get home safe."

Setting where fated mates or soul bonds or permanent marks are a thing? "Meh. I don't really want one or care if I ever get one."

People in the actual omegaverse would get as bored of their stuff, as we do of ours, you know? It could be interesting to see that kind of vibe in fics. Biological demands faced with all the excitement of paying bills or doing laundry or tying your shoes.

Even if that kind of energy might not drive a plot, it could be interesting to have as a contrast to the people who do have big feelings about them - good or bad.

There's the friends who can't wait til they have a pack of their own, and the one friend who isn't against it but couldn't care less. There's the group in the office who are all about scent compatibility tests and figuring out one's best match and what sprays most highlight it, and the coworker who has no intentions on putting that much effort in. There are parents who hover and protect their offspring by scenting them multiple times a day, and others who don't see what the fuss is as long as it's done in the morning.

...also: packs with introverts who show care by giving each other space. So often, closeness is depicted through physical touch and tactile affection, but comfortable silence is meaningful too. Knowing people are near, but not having to interact until you're ready. Sitting in the same room doing different things, knowing that all it takes is a "hey, look at this" to share what you're up to. People understanding and accepting each other's differing or fluctuating needs for how and when to recharge. Seeing somebody reaching out or sharing space, beyond what's their norm, as a signal of the fact that they care.

[indigos-stardust]

Work in progress

@shadylink come and get ur food

[st4rstudent]

For any toontown tierlist fans out there. I made a tierlist for toons (mainly from ttcc, some rewritten is included) since I couldn't find any. I'll attach and image below of all the ones I included, but if anyone has any suggestions I'm all ears.

Link if you want it

[reluctant-martyrs]

@balladofeasyrider requested the Small Faces

Send me some musicians to draw from memory

[nightgarla]

more of my ahem not hb redesigns

part 1

[mooodyblue]

Hi lily I'm having a rough night so i was wondering if it was okay that I request something that will make me feel better.

What about cg!e with a little that HATES change (me) And maybe the big change is E has been home for longer than normal and all of a sudden he has to go back on tour and reader HATES THAT so she has a big meltdown when El tells her he has to go back and he reminds her they have a routine on tour too and that it'll be the same as last time (so not a lot is changing) ?

I hope this makes sense

miss you xo - kiwi

hope u feel better :( <3 ty for the request!! hopefully i can cheer u up a bit with this ~~

pairing: 70s!cg!elvis x gn!little!reader

wc: 942

➸masterlist

elvis knew you never did well with change, so of course when he sat through another tedious meeting with the colonel, you wouldn’t be happy with the news he was just given.

he’d been on a break from touring for a little longer than usual, surprisingly due to doctors orders. he spent a bit of time with you in hawaii then flew back to memphis, getting plenty of alone time with you now that he had a bit of time to take care of little you. 

you had a strict everyday routine with him. breakfast together, lunch together, snack time together, and so forth. the two of you always watched cartoons together and he adored watching you play happily in front of him every day. unfortunately, that routine was about to change.

his health wasn’t great, however, it was good enough for the colonel to make him go back on another long US tour. he wished that if he had to suffer through another long, agonizing tour that he’d at least go overseas, but that was just a dream that would never come true. now it left him with the plan of telling you. 

he stepped back into his home, immediately being jumped on by you with an excited squeal. he hated that he was about to crush your spirits. “hey, baby. what’re you doin’, huh?” he chuckled, picking you up and kissing your rosy cheeks. 

“can we play now, daddy? please?” you begged, giving him sweet, puppy dog eyes.

“ah—darlin’,” he sighed, putting you down and crouching down to make you appear smaller. he took his glasses off and hung them up on his shirt, taking your hands and looking you straight in the eyes. “baby, this is real hard for me to say. i need you to be big ‘n strong for me, alright?” 

the look of worry on your face broke his heart. “the colonel says he’s sendin’ me out on another tour. daddy’s goin’ away for a little ‘while.”

you felt like your whole world was about to collapse. an ache in your chest as you realized your life was about to change up again. you loved the routine that the two of you shared. you didn’t do well when things had to change. “no.” you shook your head, “no, daddy. no.” you said sternly. 

he wished it was that easy to just say no to the colonel, but he couldn’t. he squeezed your hands again, giving you a sympathetic look. “baby–”

“no!” you pulled away from him, “change is bad, daddy! it’s bad!” you hugged yourself, shaking your head again. “y-you hafta stay! you-you’re my daddy, you can’t….no!” you dropped yourself to the floor, the waterworks already flowing down your cheeks as you began to kick your feet angrily like a helpless toddler—but that’s exactly what you were in your state of mind. he knew it too. 

elvis was at a loss for words, unsure of whether he should attempt to calm you down or to let you ride out this meltdown of yours. he got down on the floor with a soft grunt, “hey, hey. c’mon, honey–look at me, look at daddy for a sec.” he cooed softly, trying to take your hands again. your eyes met with his, full of tears and sadness. almost fear, afraid that once the routine changed, everything would just go bad. 

“you remember the last time daddy went on tour?” he asked, getting a nod from you in response. “daddy didn’t leave you alone at home, did he?” 

“w-well….no…” you muttered.

“that’s right, honey. he didn’t.” the corner of his lip perked up, bringing you close to him as you leaned against his chest. he rocked you on a soothing motion, trying to calm you down to the best of his ability. “you think daddy’s gonna let ya sit at home by yourself this time around?” he shook his head, “ain’t no way, baby.”

he pet your hair gently, pressing a soft kiss to your scalp. “we always have the same routine when we go on tour, don’t we? you just gotta let daddy do what he’s gotta do durin’ the day before we can get to playin’ and snoozin’ all day.”

“b-but i won’t see you as much…” you pouted, looking off into the distance.

“i know, angel. i know. that’s the sucky part, but we get through it every time, don’t we? hm?” he kissed your scalp again, smiling softly. he turned you to face him, using his thumb to wipe the tears off your cheeks. “it took us some time to get into the routine you and i got goin’ on right now. we just gotta get back into the old one. then once tour ends, we come right back to this ol’ routine. think you can handle that?”

you sniffled, wiping your snotty nose with your sleeve as you nodded slowly. “it’s hard.”

“it is, baby. i hate it too. but we gotta do things we don’t like.” he frowned, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “can daddy get a big kiss?”

there was hesitation in your eyes, clearly grumpy and unhappy with the situation. he sighed dramatically, forcing a pout on his face. “c’mon, honey. you that mad at daddy, huh? that mean you don’t love your old man, no more?”

you gasped, “daddy!” you pecked his cheek, cupping his plush cheeks with your small hands. “i still love you, daddy! i promise! i promise!”

he chuckled softly, returning the kiss and ruffling your hair. “that’s my baby.” he grinned, “now, lets get up off this dirty floor and have a lil’ snack.”

[whispers-of-masser]

:3c

I am here to request something a lil angsty.... Dear nebarra being injured and ldb tries to take care of him

Wounds and Warmth

✧ Nebarra x LDB ✧ Angst; 830 words ♫ "Stubborn" - RIELL, "Gravedigger" - Adam Jensen ✒ I'm so so sorry this took so long Dali, I'm still not happy with it but it's all I got, I hope it's okay enough

Nebarra didn't like lizards. He never had, and probably never would – especially not after today. Being sent flying from a single sweep of a dragon's tail had seen to that.

Of course, the creature just had to attack when it was when it was foggy and raining. In the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but woodland and ruins. All Nebarra could see of it were the flames it spewed; by the time he saw the tail, it was too late.

The spiked appendage had shattered his ward in a heartbeat, flung him away like a child's rag doll and into a crumbling stone wall. Though it had only been a glancing blow, it had still been equivalent to one of your gods-damned shouts, possibly stronger. If the beast had hit him full-force, Nebarra would have been utterly shattered, armour and bones splintered, pieces of him scattered across the earth.

As it was, however, the only things that had shattered were his pride, a couple of ribs... and his potions.

Again.

Honestly, he'd never live this down. It was as if history was repeating itself, circling back to the day you found him, saved him.

It was humiliating, infuriating.

Even more so when he found he couldn't stand, his limbs numb, ribs screaming in protest at his attempts. He... he couldn't guard you, now.

But you didn't seem to need him. A minute later, the ground shook, powerful wingbeats whipping the rain into a frenzy all around. There was a roar, a gout of fire in the sky – and in its light, he could just make out the form of the dragon retreating to the skies, flying away to the eastern crags.

...Coward.

Once it was out of sight, you rushed to Nebarra's side, tugging off your helm and dropping to a knee beside him. "Nebarra!" You had to shout to be heard over the rain. "Are you alright?"

"Think I cracked some ribs," he coughed, but not loud enough – you only frowned in confusion, tapped your ears.

Nebarra didn't have the breath to speak any louder; instead, he managed a shake of his head and a gesture to his ribs. You seemed to contemplate for a moment, then shouted, "Let's get you to shelter, first. Come on, I'll help you."

...Help him?

He stared at your outstretched hand, something bitter churning in his gut. Then, slowly, reluctantly, he took it, groaning in pain as you helped him to his feet.

It was a brief but agonizing walk into the ruins; you led him to one of the towers that seemed a little more intact than the others, its door still on its hinges, the wood only half-rotted.

Nebarra pulled away from you the moment he was inside, stumbling over to the wall – and promptly sinking to the floor, hissing in pain. As the rain thundered outside in a muted roar, you followed him, fumbling with your bag.

"I'm out of potions, damnit... I know some basic Restoration skills though, so–"

"No."

You froze. "What?"

"I said, no," he snarled.

"...Why? Nebarra, did you hit your head or something?"

You reached out towards him, but he batted your hand away, growling, "I don't need help." His teeth were bared and gritted behind his helm. "And I don't want it. Especially – especially not from you."

He couldn't stand for you to see him like this.

But the pain had clouded his mind, muddled his judgement, and his words were poorly chosen, bringing a horrible expression to your face – hurt.

It morphed quickly into anger, your lips curling in a snarl, brows angling sharply downwards. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise your own gods-damned pride could heal you better than I ever could. I'll just leave you to it then – but wait, that's right, it can't." You slammed your fist against the wall just beside his head, golden light haloed around it. "So take your pick, Nebarra. You can sit here like a fool with nothing but your pain and your pride, hoping it doesn't kill you, or you can let me help you."

He stared. "...Why? Why do you keep helping me?"

"I don't know! Maybe because I'm as much a fool as you – for you."

There was no way he'd just heard you correctly. The pain was making him delirious, the pounding rain outside echoing in his head, distorting his hearing. But your face... your eyes...

Something burned in them. It made him feel... feel...

"...Alright," he hissed. "Fine. Do it, quick. But so help me, if you mess anything up–"

"Just shut up," you snapped, raising your other hand, magic flickering to life in your palm, "and lie still."

And as the magic poured around Nebarra, he tried to tell himself it was the cause of the warmth he suddenly felt. Not... not you, your determined persistence in caring about him, of all people. Not any feelings that gave him.

It was just... the magic.

[gelatomoon]

some stuff i dont think ive posted. mostly oc stuff but the last is me trying to draw shinx and luxray from memory

[teethgrabberart]

may i hav, kurur......

you may :D

[sleepygaymerdisease]

i thought id be able to draw tonight but i severely overestimated myself today dear god

[raineandsky]

Agent P is so cool! Thank you so much for writing that story, I love it! The scenes you write were so easy to picture! The suspense of seeing her being interrogated while also learning what Agent P is about when it comes to death and her headspace on a mission. I love her! I want to be as cool as her ;_;I love the setting too! Having someone so cool dressed as someone who's normally happy or naive is a great idea! Thank you again, I really loved it!

im glad you enjoyed it!!! it was such an interesting and unique idea, i was mulling it over for a good couple days first - thank you for trusting me with such a fun idea :D