#im pretty proud of this one im ngl

[cringefail-clown]

heart so full its too much for you to handle

[rapidhighway]

i wanted to draw prime but then i saw emerald coast again today and i had to draw him thereee

[shalomniscient]

hiii i have a request 🥹🥹 if possible, could you write a comfort fic with himeko or kafka and reader? reader who has trouble sleeping or has been exhausted from missions, going straight to himeko's room after returning to the astral express and just melting into her arms. or, reader who hasn't seen kafka in a while and just really misses her, needs her to put her mind at ease, so kafka drops by the express unexpectedly and spends the night taking care of reader. can be either sfw or nsfw, I dont mind either 🥹

omg this is so cute! i’ll do both ;)

SLEEPLESS NIGHTS || hsr x reader

cw. nudity

notes. dunno why i felt the need to mention this but this fic operates on established relationship between reader/character, just fyi :)

HIMEKO

Trailblazing was never going to be easy. You knew this, and you accepted it. To walk the path of Akivili was to lend a helping hand to whosoever needed it. And you do enjoy it—the feeling of making a change in the vast universe, shoulder to shoulder with companions that you would give your life for, and who would do the same for you. You wouldn’t give up your spot on the Astral Express for the world.

But you are only human, at the end of the day.

You’ve been taking back-to-back missions recently, and it’s slowly taking its toll on you. As a more experienced Nameless with many years under your belt, your assistance is slightly more prized over the younger crew—not to say they were incapable. Dan Heng and March alone made a terrifying duo, which was only exacerbated when Stelle joined the mix. But at the end of the day, they’re still a little green and wet behind the ears, so any of the harder jobs tend to fall to you or Welt. And with Welt supervising them on the Luofu, that just left you.

Your footsteps are heavy as you drag yourself back onto the Express. There’s a rip in your jacket from where a Mara-struck soldier tried to slash at you, and several small cuts all over your fingers from the cutting wind of the Disciples. The Luofu had commissioned your blade to quell the number of Mara-struck still roaming around, but for every six you strike down, another dozen seem to take their place.

You sigh as you flop onto one of the many couches on the Express, letting your weapon clatter onto the ground. You’re sore, tired, and aching—all you want to do now is sink into your pillows and sleep, but you have to clean up first. You shut your eyes with another weary noise, deciding to rest up a little before heading to your cabin. Or, shared cabin, rather.

A gentle tap on your shoulder stirs you from your brief rest. You crack your eyes open, and are met with a gentle, golden gaze—it’s Himeko. She’s foregone her usual attire, instead dressed in simple nightwear now, a blanket around her shoulders.

“Hey,” you rasp out. “Were you about to go to bed?”

She shakes her head, smiling softly. “No, I was waiting for you.”

“Ah. Sorry, I must’ve kept you up for a while then.”

“It’s alright,” Himeko says, picking up your weapon off the ground, and placing it inside one of the secure compartments beneath the seats. “I was working on some designs, anyway.”

Then she rises back up, and reaches out to cup your face. Her thumb brushes over your cheek, and you lean into the touch. Then she pulls away, and you nearly whine in protest, before she extends the same hand to you. “Come. Let me care of you tonight.”

You take her hand without hesitation, your fingers slotting perfectly in between hers. You let her lead you to your shared cabin, near the back of the train cart. The door slides open with a small hiss, and the scent of warm, freshly brewed coffee fills your lungs. It’s a comforting, distinctly Himeko scent that you feel some of the tension in your shoulders bleed out.

Her fingers work deftly as they undo the buttons of your clothes, and she frowns when she notices the rip in your jacket.

“I got a little sloppy,” you explain weakly, with a tired grin. Himeko rolls her eyes, but folds it neatly and sets it on the edge of the bed, no doubt to be repaired by the next day.

“As long as you’re unharmed,” she murmurs, working on your shirt now. Your hands rest on her hips as she divests you of the rest of your clothes, until you’re in nothing but your underwear. “The bath is ready. I’ll be there soon.”

You nod, and drag your exhausted limbs to the bath. You strip fully, and then sink into the warm, bubbly water, audibly groaning as the heat from the bath seeps into your aching muscles. The small cuts along your hands sting a little, but you know Himeko must’ve mixed in some antiseptic to ensure no infections take root.

Himeko walks in a little later, and takes a seat on the edge of the tub, smiling as she takes in your relaxed appearance. She brushes some hair out of your eyes, then reaches over for the shampoo and conditioner, tucked away in another small, secure compartment. The Express is littered with them, so things can be stored safely and not make a mess of the train during jumps.

You feel like dissolving when Himeko starts to wash your hair, expert fingers massaging your scalp wonderfully. Her hands--hands that fix, hands that mend--travel from the base of your neck up to the back of your skull, then along your temples, before repeating over again. It's incredible, the way she can put you back together so easily. She chuckles when she notes your reaction.

“Enjoying yourself, my dear?”

You can only manage a wordless grunt in response, feeling like you’re in an entirely different plane of existence right now. Time blurs as Himeko washes out the shampoo and works in the conditioner, before washing that out too and leaving your hair thoroughly clean and smelling like fresh roses—the same scent as hers.

You almost don’t want to leave the warmth of the tub, but Himeko coaxes you out anyway. She offers you a towel and a bathrobe, and leaves you to dry yourself off for a while. You wring out your hair, then dress yourself in a comfy pair of silk nightclothes. When you step out of the washroom, Himeko is waiting for you on the bed, her legs already tucked beneath the covers. On her lap is her laptop as she types away, no doubt finishing up on her many engineering designs.

You practically dive into bed, snuggling under the sheets and pressing close to your lover. She’s warm as always, thanks to her Pathstrider ability being of the Fire type. Himeko hums to herself, wrapping one arm around your shoulders as you bury yourself in her side, uncaring for the dampness of your hair. She reaches over to the bedside table, and with a click, switches of the main room lights, leaving only the soft glow of the lamp next to the bed.

You chance a glance up at her, even as drowsiness nips at your heels. The gentle golden glow of the lamp makes her look divine, enhanced by the fiery red of her hair. There is an affection in her eyes you know is reserved only for you as she leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Rest, now,” she says, her words a caress against your skin. “You deserve it, my love.”

“I love you,” you mumble, eyes slipping shut as sleep finally claims you. It’s easy to oblige the request, safe and sound in her arms like this. These moments make you wish that dawn—or the Express’s approximation of a circadian rhythm—would never come, and you could linger in the embrace of your beloved for eternity. The last thing you hear before you drift off is Himeko’s soothing voice, almost lullaby-like, and you can hear her smile.

“I love you too, dearest one.”

KAFKA

For the nth time that night, you wake up to the sight of your bedroom ceiling.

You sigh and twist in your bed, turning to check the time on the alarm clock on your bedside table. It’s 1am in the morning, and you still can’t sleep.

You don’t really know the root of your recent bouts of insomnia. Maybe it was the workload? But Himeko has given you several days off already. Maybe it was the stress of having to manage the younger Astral Express members, but Welt shoulders that burden most of the time. Could it be Pom Pom then? You shake your head at that—the conductor was usually the one stressing, not being the cause of stress.

Then maybe… maybe it’s because you miss her.

Kafka, your secret lover.

You miss the presence of her next to you in your bed, and the steady, powerful beat of her heart under your ear as you rest your head on her chest. Miss the elegant cadence of her breathing and the feel of her hand in yours.

You sigh again. You know she’d laugh if she ever knew about your silly longing. I mean, you volunteered for this infiltration mission; you knew what you were signing up for. But still, it’s funny—you miss that about her too. Her laugh.

You reach for your phone, resting on the bed. During your last… rendezvous with Kafka she had the foresight—or maybe Elio did, who knows—to give you an encrypted number to contact her with.

Only in case of emergencies, doll, she had crooned, as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Use it wisely.

Your finger hovers over the number. Does this even qualify as an emergency? It’s just a few sleepless nights. Kafka probably has more important things to do, executing Elio’s endless number of scripts and whatnot. In the end, you shut off your phone and throw your head back on the pillows, ready to resign yourself to another long night—

—when your phone suddenly buzzes with urgency.

You jerk in surprise, brows furrowing as you pick it back up. Who could be calling at this hour? You squint in the darkness as you read the caller ID, and your heart leaps into your throat.

It’s the emergency number.

You fumble to answer, quickly sitting up and pressing the phone to your ear, making sure to cover your mouth and the reciever. The rest of the Express definitely wouldn’t be able to hear you, but you always feel some sort of lingering paranoia, sneaking around like this with Kafka.

“Hello?”

“Hey, doll,” a familiar, smooth voice says, and your heart flutters. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“Kafka,” you breathe out, not bothering to hide the relief in your tone. Kafka chuckles on the other end.

“That’s me,” she hums. “You answered pretty quickly. Were you not sleeping?”

You hesitate for a moment, but decide to come clean. “No. I… haven’t been sleeping well, recently.”

Kafka is silent for a few seconds. “I see,” she says, and something in her voice shifts, imperceptible to the average person. But you aren’t an average person, not to Kafka. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you reassure her. “Just a little insomnia. Nothing to worry about." The other end goes quiet, so you decide to change the topic. "Why'd you call? Isn't this for emergencies only? Are you in trouble?"

"You worried?" she chuckles, and you can see her smirk in your mind's eye. "I'm alright, doll. And as for emergencies... well, I missed you. Isn't that an emergency?"

It's such a Kafka-esque answer, but it pulls a breathless little laugh from you all the same. "Ugh, you..."

"Me," she affirms on the other end with a snicker. There is small, comfortable silence between you, before she speaks again. "Listen, doll, I've gotta go. But don't worry your pretty little head--you'll sleep perfectly well tonight. I'll make sure of it."

You blink, confused at her words. But before you can question it, Kafka hangs up the call, leaving you both confused and a little disappointed. Usually she'd say goodbye and throw in those three special words, though not this time, apparently. You wonder what she means as you shut your phone off again, and lie back onto your pillows. You close your eyes, and try to do as she says.

You're not sure how much time passes, but it doesn't work, predictably. You groan in frustration, just about ready to get up when a lithe hand slips over your mouth.

You jerk in surprise, one hand flying reflexively to the knife you keep beneath your pillow, the other gripping your assailant's wrist. You swing the knife in an arc, only for it to be caught and restrained by thin, pink, familiar ropes. They glow ever so slightly, illuminating a familiar face, that has your mouth falling open under the hand.

"Good to see your reflexes haven't dulled," Kafka teases, nimbly prying the knife out of your hands and letting it clatter onto the floor. She then removes the hand over your mouth, and releases your wrist from the strings.

"Kafka," you whisper, your hand moving to cup her cheek, your thumb tracing the ridges of her face, "are you real?"

She leans into your touch, that signature smirk tugging on her painted lips. She's really here, solid and tangible beneath your fingers. "You could consider me a dream, if you'd like."

"How did you even get in here?" you ask, not taking your eyes off her for a moment as she shrugs off her coat and begins undoing the buttons of her shirt. Kafka offers you a smug grin at that, pulling a little device from her pocket.

"Custom-made IPC teleportation beacon," she answers with a wink. "Jailbroken courtesy of Silver Wolf, of course."

You make a mental note to buy Silver Wolf the next battlepass in that game of hers. Kafka sets the device on the bedside table, now dressed in only her undergarments. You swallow as you take in the expanse of her milky skin, firm abdomen and muscled thighs, all while Kafka raids the clothing storage beneath your bed for something to sleep in like she's been on the Express this whole while. She eventually settles for one of your old t-shirts, which drapes over her frame in such a sinfully delectable way that you'd pounce on her if you weren't so damn tired.

"Move over," she orders, pulling her hair out of its usual ponytail, and letting it cascade down her shoulders and back. Kafka has always been beautiful--but like this... you would not have been able to distinguish her from Idrila the Beauty themself. You wonder if that makes you her knight. You shuffle to the side of the bed, and Kafka slips under the sheets next to you. Strong arms wrap around you and hold you close, close enough that you can rest your ear against her chest, and hear the soothing lullaby of her heartbeat. Immediately you start to feel drowsy, and Kafka chuckles.

"You really missed me, didn't you, doll?" she muses, carding her fingers through your hair gently. "I'm here now, my dear. Sleep, alright?"

Your eyes flutter shut almost instantly. It's funny, how she doesn't even have to use her Spirit Whisper on you to get you to obey. Maybe love itself is enough of a whisper to your soul, or maybe you've always been weak for her. But oddly enough, you don't find yourself minding all that much if that's the case. You don't mind much of anything when it comes to her. Though you don't ponder for very long as you snuggle closer against her warmth, your arms winding tight around her waist. She'll be gone by morning, you know that. She has to. But for now, this is enough, secure in this haven that is her embrace, and you let yourself drift off into slumber.

(The next morning, nothing remains of her--you may have truly considered her a dream, were it not for the imprint of her form on your bed, and a tiny note on your bedside table, undoubtedly written in her hand.

All it says is i love you.

And for the both of you, that's all it needs to say.)

[mispelled]

Should probably stop drawing the background last but hey. what can you do

[yumedoca]

About time I posted my work for my own challenge, so here it is: my art for the 'Urusei Yatsura DTIYS challenge'!! 💗

[offorestsongs]

[SSR] Rosienne Minuit - The Rose Festival

after many tears, the main star is here!! 🌟 or, Rosienne's card for my fan event (which is also, technically, his hometown event)

surprisingly, he's not in a dress this time, but i saw the coat on Pinterest and couldn't resist myself. the yellow is, of course, a reference to Belle because one he deserves to be the main character for once and second because i wanted to drive home that he's got some inspiration from her too

[ voicelines under the cut // mention of @cheerleaderman's Astrid ]

Summon Line: Ah, you should be careful around here. Wouldn’t want to get your fingers pricked by the roses, would you? When Summoned: You better not slack off, Prefect. We have to get everything ready on time. Don’t look at me like that. I’m the boss here, I can lay down. Groooovy!!: [locked] Home: How was it like growing up in a castle like this? Well, cold, mostly. Home Idle 1: I’ve been helping my dad run this place ever since I was a little kid. You can probably find lots of embarrassing photos of baby me in period clothes. Home Idle 2: Back in middle school, I never really invited any of my classmates to the festival. It’s kind of nice to do so now, you know? Home Idle 3: Somebody falling for you even despite your monstrous appearance, such a beautiful tale! That doesn’t happen in real life, of course, but it’s fun to indulge from time to time. Home Idle - Login: Yes, yes, I know, it’s weird seeing me in such bright colors. You don’t have to say it. Home Idle - Groovy: [locked] Home Tap 1: That dress looks spectacular on Astrid. Who knew he could look anything other than a sad medieval orphan? Home Tap 2: I invited Silver mostly because I’ve expected him to look real prince-like in here. And he does! His face is great at driving more guests in. Home Tap 3: My dad’s been so excited to meet my friends… and I’ve been stressed somebody will embarrass me before him. Home Tap 4: Despite her name, it is said that the Beautiful Princess valued inner beauty more than the person’s looks. I’m sure a certain someone could learn from her. Okay, okay, that was a joke! You don’t have to go repeating it to him! Home Tap 5: Riddle’s took to teach people historical tableside manners. Usually, only our staff knows so much about this sort of stuff. I’m kind of impressed. Home Tap - Groovy: [locked]

Duo Magic

ROSIENNE: You better not fall behind, pretty boy. VIL: Oh, I'd rather worry if you can keep up.

[ezlo-x]

I saved up money to buy myself a huion kamvas!! Its very nice :] still trying to get the hang of it

[sockdooe]

VOLTRON REDESIGN!!! Cause let’s be honest with ourselves the robot rarely gets noticed :/

[teastarfall]

how… how did they even get there?? what kinda family bonding is this hello?? 😦

ok now a bonus doodle drop of stuff i have drawn this week becus i can’t be bothered to make a separate post for them lol (im tired lmao)

lol :>

[radaverse]

I recently discovered Pizza Tower and loved it

Here's my first time drawing Peppino and some doodles 🥰

[ningtual]

oh i'm gonna be so annoying about this album..... i even took notes while listening to this just now...

[arieswizard]

drag king in the pokemon world called Max Rappelle

[orionis13]

DONT RB BUT FINALLY NEW FINISHED ART TOMORROW HOLY SHIDD

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Madness Mansion of Helter Spider 23

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"hmm so you choice to leave him to suffer and parish." Morpho chuckle. " Hmm, that's a good choice... Follow me, the place should be here. " He soon walk to a direction, you quickly follow suit to him. He reach out to the beautiful jewels surrounded with crystal hearts and sweets... As well a purple butterfly.

" Oh. It seems that we cant touch that world at the moment. It's on that timeline. " He mumble before you know it Maid Blood have come running to the two of you and stared at the jewel as if seeing something.

" BASTARD RABBIT, KISSING MY SPOUSE!! STUPID CLONE KILL EM KILL EM!" he seems to be really angry about something as Morpho pry him off the jewel. "What a disturbing and unhinged simp." He added as he throw the other across the gallery.

"W-what was that..." You think you just saw him mad like blood for a moment. "That? Ah. A delusional person. Don't bother with him... Hmm let see where's the current timeline." He start to click something in a holographic screen.

As you watch in curiosity, you suddenly felt your chess becoming quite suffocating. Like something is gripping it so tightly.

"Ah? What's wrong? " The guardian pause and look at you who's now on the floor coughing and trying to catch a breath.

"... Oh. Your going to have a bad time." He suddenly find your situation in a dare state. "Do you know the story of Persephone and hades...? Hades give her a pomegranate to keep her by his side..." He kneel down and poke your forehead, it somehow lessen the pain. "Sadly in your case... You were feed more than she did... " He chuckle a bit, it seems his very amuse by your suffering.

"scheming some crap again, i see. I see." Maid blood who's finally back commented and stared down at you boredly. " You know. That guy never told you... But your thoughts is openly being read by him... " He suddenly have a twisted grin. Your eyes widen at what he said. " Oh voices in your head, Shall you persist or Shall you not."

" Your awfully noisy right now." Morpho guardian stood up and sigh. His face become expressionless. " Do you care about them--'

"Not really." The other quickly answers. "The only thing that stops me from ending them is that they are my beloved creation." He yawned sleepily. "I would destroy everything and do everything for my precious... So why would I care about some troubles of someone else? " He smile happily as if he just don't say something scary at all.

" I forget that even if you all are different, somehow something stays the same. " Morpho guardian rolled his eyes before he look at you who's in the floor. " I do have to apologize. Those choices are a test for you... Sadly you failed. To begin with... Don't you notice your little " choices in the head of yours don't have the same [ You have chosen (statement) ] when you began your part? Because it's not back yet.... A part of you ignored the warning of what left of [ kindness] of that."

He point at maid Blood who's looking at a screen, the screen shows a clip of two people being married in a traditional way, looking close the person looks like him but the other person have their back to the [ camera] but you can hear them says:

[ hanii ~ I don't mind getting married with you a thousand times eheheh. Because I love you! ] As that voice spoke out, it sound familiar and not. Yet Maid blood look longingly and have a lovesick smile on his face.

[ Your only supposed to say I do! B-but--... I love you too...!! (｡・//ε//・｡)] The Groom Turns bright red, at that part maid blood clicked his tongue in disdain.

"stupid clone, say more! Stupid! Say you'll do anything for them! Lock them up! Stop them from approaching that spouse stealing rabbit! Cook him alive! Fucking Bastard kiss my spouse after killing and have blood on his hands! Hateful bastard! It's not even hygienic!! Pathetic shit" He complained as he shakes the screen. "I wanna burned that fucking love triangle tag... " He seems to try to punch something you can't see.

"... well it's probably cause your his spouse creation that made him act such way." The guardian sigh at the sight of Maid Blood.

"Hey you, stupid kid." Maid blood look up to you. "Haft of bit of you wish to not see your little knight die. The other wish to [ marry ] someone your not supposed to know. Kokoko... Do you know. That [ doll ] will kill you because [ Ritsu Sakuma, Kuma ] is supposed to find the world of Darling Dolls-- [Phantom] and in which will lead them to the location of the Dollmaker.... Yet [ Kuma ] have left astray for his mission, others from his world would not like it even one bit, after all... Dolls are quite one who don't like being left by their owner, being abandoned is something they all can't take so lightly." He stood up and went to get some stuff from side of the gallery.

" Stop being noisy." Morpho sighs as his little fun is gone now.

"Since you don't want me to be noisy, I will be more noisy! Kokoko." Maid blood appear again but holding a huge mochi of someone familiar yet not face being chibified. "Anyway. Stupid kid. [ Kuma ] is being killed over and over again by that lunatic--"

" Just like you. How hilarious. " (Morpho guardian)

" --and his listening to all the thoughts in your head since the very beginning you arrive here. Now what ever chances you wish. It's gone now... That person... Don't dream someone like him go ever change. The world of his doesn't allow it. They love villain like him, and it will stay that way." he hugs the huge mochi as he seat in the floor.

"lucky you, you can still save Kuma of yours. Bye bye, stupid kid. It seems the hatless hatter finally caught you."

He then point at the strings that you don't notice is tied on you.

" To begin with... That annoying guy cannot have an expense to have the likes of [ Blood Mad Hatter] out of his au... Cause, if your gone off the twisted world. Hatless psycho can access the gallery... It's the deal with my love... How charming of them. " He sigh Dreamily as he mentioned his beloved.

" Your not from that au, but your life is created for that au. My beloved likes to pry into business they shouldn't care, you see. Your their way to get hold of the twisted world from inside out... You already spend many years there... You have taken root in that world and soon their plan will work. How amazing, as expected of them! " He once again cannot help but admire their darling plan.

"Have fun having two versions of your punishment. Ahahaha-- " before you know it something -- no someone dragged you back to the jewel representing the twisted world.

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"Can you not?" The Morpho guardian stared at the one who abandoned his name who's hugging one of the merchandise of his spouse.

"What? Your face is fucking ugly, don't stare at me like that. Disgusting." The nameless one look at his landlord in disdain.

"Whatever, clean the whole gallery again or I'm going to put some tags again."

"HEY! YOU BASTARD! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!"

[orcelito]

well the end of this chapter sure makes me Feel Things

....update impending

[killemwithkawaii]

Messing around with some logo concepts 🤔💭