#its been peeped

[falllpoutboy]

im seeing things and not saying anything

[abd-illustrates]

💖 Alchemy 💖

Finished art from this week’s video! Idek how long it’s been since I got the chance to sit down and do some fully rendered character art, but revisiting Alchemy for this one was SO refreshing! (Tho y’all’s kind comments on this vid have been even more so, tysm 💖)

[DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST TO OTHER SITES / ACCOUNTS] ♻️reblogs are lovely tho!♻️

[goryhorroor]

my top 30 favorite horror movies

[s0fter-sin]

vampire au where they can only drink the blood type they were before they were turned. other blood has an almost poisonous effect, burning them from within like acid and drinking too much of it can kill them

in the old days, before the knowledge of blood types, it made humans they could feed on absolutely precious. they're kept safe, pampered and doted on; a vampire’s most prized possession

attacking another vampire's human is seen as the highest insult; not only is it a slight against them, it also carries the implication of "i want you to starve"

it's also used as the cruelest of punishments; starving a vampire for months, until they're feral with hunger just for their torturer to throw in a random human, watching them desperately suck down poison, their instincts begging them to keep drinking even as it kills them

ghost is one of the few who survived it; thrown in a pit so deep, he saw stars in the middle of the day, left with nothing but the dried bodies of the humans roba drained without care, others with their throats slit, blood he can't drink spilled out around them

a taunt of the one thing he needs but will never get

but ghost hasn't survived this long just to give up here

he refuses to die in this stinking, rotted pit

ghost is a force of nature as he descends over roba's manor; killing any who wander into his path until the halls run red. until he gets his hands on roba and tells him a secret:

vampires can feed on the blood of any vampire, regardless of blood type

it becomes a legend in vampire high society; if you starve another, you'd best make sure they actually die

otherwise you might end up piled in a dining room, the vampire you left for dead lounging on a throne of corpses with his fangs lodged in your throat

ghost decimates roba's empire, burning it to the ground until no one dares to speak his name in fear of incurring his wrath. it's incredibly taboo for a vampire to feed off another but ghost's too powerful for anyone to challenge him and the other vampires are too scared to try. scared of what he's willing to do, the lengths he'll go to; not that they'll ever admit it

soap is the first human he ever brings to court; delicately bathed in the finest silks and jewels, his throat always bare so he can show off ghost's ownership, his bite framed in lace

he's not like the delicate waifs the other vampires show off; he doesn't cling to his master, demure and submissive. he shows off his teeth as often as any vampire, fully willing to rip out the throats of any who insult him or ghost

a feral master needs a just as feral pet

[decapod-appreciator]

Q: juno why havent you been posting art

A: I got really into dc comics and its been the only thing I can think about. sorry! blame my friends

(as one image under the cut)

[musubiki]

redraw of this limochi post from 2020!! 🍭

[lucabyte]

Here's a comm for @leafcaliber of a scene from @livesworthlivingau!! Featuring of course their delightful Vale and Nille, along with the rest of the party :)

[sleepis4theweak]

Little doodle of April 2012 because I've been thinking about her a lot recently...

[prodbyton]

had to log in after a month to tell you all that i love anton. soso much. my toni my baby my bf <3 i have a crush on him so bad FUCKKKKKKKKK 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

[swiftviolets]

a lookbook for lori roux, c. 1913

everyday: hat / dress / shoes

formal: dress / gloves / shoes

athletic: hat / top (middy top) / bottoms / socks (bg) / shoes

sleepwear: corset / robe / socks / shoes

party: dress / shoes

swimwear: headwrap / bathing suit / shoes

summer: hat / dress / shoes

winter: hat / coat (florence outerwear) / fur shawl / gloves (bg) / shoes

[solchle]

uhh is it ok to drop school doodles instead? i don't have any on the cook for a moment,,

[notyouraverageaardvark]

uh something something he asked for no pickles

rare art post from me, this is a WIP of katelyn from AFTG that i never finished (and probably wont, so i decided to just post it)

ive only read the series once and i dont remember the details of her description so this is all very much headcannon-y, much love to her for putting up with minyard, he doesnt deserve her

[moeblob]

I missed these boys too much..... I spent four hours doing this for my beloved two sons and also Felix. (the foremost is genderbent versions I'm sorry, let me know if I need to tag it)

[bnnywngs]

man i just LOVE being a brazilian haikyuu fan????? i literally just found out my city (northern brazil) has a gay volleyball league and competition and yesterday was the finals and man the video is so funny lmao

[s0fter-sin]

it takes far too long for soap to realise ghost won’t touch him anymore

he doesn’t avoid him, which he considers no small a miracle given how he usually treats his emotions, and he’s too busy being thankful to notice. thankful he didn’t run from him, thankful his simon has returned to him, no matter how changed he is from the man he knew. ghost doesn’t shy away from his touch so long as he knows it’s coming and he spends long nights just tracing the scars on his newly bared face; following half-remembered tracks and memorising new ones

but ghost never reaches back. he’ll press into his hands like a starved man, melt beneath the smallest of touches but he never initiates. and now, his regular touches have disappeared; no longer does he clap him on the back after a job well done, doesn’t cheekily nudge him after making a recruit shit themself just by giving them a look and soap hadn’t realised how much he’s come to rely on them until they stopped. how much he’s grown to care for ghost the way he used to care for simon

he can’t confront him about it; ghost’s fight or flight always firmly tuned to flight when it came to matters about himself. soap would’ve if it meant fight; if ghost would just put his hands on him again, he’d take his violence with the passion of a lover, wear the marks he left behind with grateful pride. but he remembers the look on ghost’s face when he’d ripped his balaclava off, when he’d stripped his barrier and his protection and spat, “i ruined you the moment i touched you!”

so soap waits. he waits for ghost to crawl into his bunk, to take off his mask and surrender himself to his touch; a touch that seems to burn as much as it freed. and instead of taking his face in his hands and worshiping it the way he has every other night ghost’s come to him, soap takes his gloved hand in his own

ghost flinches, the preemptive bliss fading from his eyes as reluctant fear takes its place. soap brings it up so it hovers between them and already feels him edge backwards. he doesn’t let it stop him and gently tugs his fingers free of the glove one at a time until his hand is bare to him; visibly shaking in the dark. soap brings it towards his face, holding firm when ghost tries to yank it back and presses into it; his breath hitching as he finally gets the touch he’s missed for years

“stop, john,” ghost whispers and it hurts to hear the pain in his voice; closer to begging for the soft touch to end than he’s ever been under torture

“no,” he refuses, pressing a kiss to the centre of his palm

his eyes shine in the dark, arm twitching as he fights himself; pulling back against his grip and leaning into him in turn. (how can he stand to put his mouth on him; can’t he taste it? the dirt and decay that lives under his skin? the maggots that swim in the slow beat of his blood; the rot he’s been trying so hard not to spread to him but he’s weak.) “you don’t know how broken i am. i’ll ruin you, john.”

soap kisses him again; thick, phantom blood coating his lips. “i’m not letting you slip through my fingers again,” he promises, swallowing it down. “i’ve missed you too much to be afraid of getting cut, simon.”

[puffpawstries]

A LITTLE BIRDIE TOLD ME IT WAS UR BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY...

IK ITS NOT MUCH BUT. IVE BEEN MEANING TO GET AROUND 2 DRAWING HONNO OK!!!!!!!!!! BETTER NOW THAN NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!

KLEOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEN I CATCH YOU KLEO OMG/???????? KLEO IM EATING THIS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DRAWING HONNO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH HONNOOOO HOW YOU DREW THEM IM JUMPING OFF THE WALLS RN KLEO🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 THANK YOU FOR THIS IM GOING TO STARE FOR HOURS NOW THANK YOU