#its been 84 years...

[klmmcqueen]

(nsfwish/suggestive followup under cut)

l kept thinking about how fun their texts would be

bonus:

[rt3nenbaum]

aston martin doing god's work

[feykiller]

|| Death || Protector || Dreamer ||

Finished the 3 portraits of my 3 fae siblings <3

[geuretea]

I'm back 😭

I'm back from the depths of hell

And I bring an artfight revenge to @cactus-cactus-cactus

It's Hannabeth!

[cl0udypaws]

Oh btw, I drew something earlier this evening

I'll have it it finished and posted tomorrow more than likely :)

[highviews]

Izana’s jaw ticks, the heat of his anger lacing through him. “What can you possibly do? What’s done is done. That won’t bring him back.” 

His tone is biting, it’s spoken through sharpened teeth. Izana’s rot pulsates through your chest. He blooms, anchoring himself like a parasite within you. He mocks you and your loss. How could he know what it feels? To lose someone you had cared for and loved. Even if they had made mistakes in their youth? Who had wronged him in a horrible way, did that command for him to make the final call? To end someone before they even had the time to begin. He is an insidious presence who has destroyed everything you have ever known. You will smash his crown and make him cut himself upon it. 

“You have nothing left to say?” He berates, his smile curling its way upwards. He leans close to your ear, the whisper slithering its way under your skin. “It’s because a life for a life will never work.” 

“I did not say I wanted to kill you,” you mention. You get to become the viper, the predator to witness their prey retreat. Izana has never looked so distraught, his eyes flashing in a way only a man broken by life could express. “I’ll keep you alive and watch you go out of your mind.” The touch you give him is not one he predicted. Your fingers dance closely to his throat. He hits your hand away. 

“Don’t–” he rasps. “Don’t.” His Adam's apple bobs. You smirk at the display of weakness. 

There’s a shred of hope in you. This is something you have clawed for, and made into a reality. It was you there who had researched all about gangs, delinquents, everything your brother had done. You had been there, had to make the discovery of his body. Izana would never experience such a thing. You wish for him to feel what you felt. In that moment loss never felt so grand, so much like jagged shards of glass piercing itself into your skin. 

“This may be your beginning. Your rise to power, but I will be your end,” you promise.

[exocean]

[ maniac encore in japan ] 250223 ➻ changbin

[angelkissedface]

hi its sky imy how are u mwah :3

SKY MY BELOVED HELLO MWAH MWAH MWAH im good just trying to get my art mojo back...i hope youre well too hehe ❤️

[gorgynei]

are we for real getting new art im going to lose it For Real

[brick-boats]

FINALLY

THE LITTLE BASTARDS ARE DONE

I SHALL COLLECT BRICKS TO BUILD THEM PRONTO

[scior]

hiii :3

[vault81]

almost finished... just a few left....

[mossdeep]

but i dont WANNA move boxes out of the pod >:(

[lavenderbexlatte]

i like this album 😭

[gl1tch-fr]

might get back into doing lore for mu dragons...

[highviews]

SNEAK PEEK. 

Takeomi has no answer for you. You laugh, that is on the cusp of sounding hysterical. “You really are just going to ignore me, aren’t you?” 

He doesn’t even give you a glance. Not in the way you want. What would you want him to do? To renounce Bonten? To remove himself from the layers of hell. He has it tattooed on him. The symbol of a curse. He will never leave. Just like how you will never fully leave his side. 

You’ve deluded yourself into thinking it wasn’t as bad as it could be; but it is. The evidence of it being insurmountable. Takeomi does not give you any insight on his state of mind. 

“Takeomi,” you murmur. “I need answers. Sano and even your brother are a part of this. What are you all trying to achieve?” 

He lights another cigarette, the movement of his hands tense. His eyes focus elsewhere, ahead of him. “Those are questions that could get you removed from my business.” He puffs out a bit of smoke, the rings dancing away from him. “Or worse. It could get you killed.”