#just read on the tags of the chocolates

[mblue-art]

once again i was fueled with coffee (did not sleep the whole night) but this time i doodled college au to cope bc ofc i did (also did not feel like sleeping wooo)

[daearfhungurzzzz]

friend of mine really wanted me to draw him like this

[catocappuccino]

It's been a year since I redrew that one Snorkmimi render...

So yeah I did it again ofc I would, why oh why wouldn't I? Tee hee silly meee

Attaching the 2023 redraw and og cause- uh- I donno, because yes, why not!!!

[theodora14pines]

For my part of art trade with @devisopod and the theme we agreed to work being "winter", I decided to go with my feelings and some beloved characters.

With Yamcha on my brain all the time and thinking of Gravity Falls, I decided to bring in some warmth by combining the two and giving Yamcha the Mabel experience, kindness and love. And of course that her hot chocolate is something beyond normal and with some kind of punch.

Now all I can think about is how those two would interact and how Mabel would have a crush on Yamcha because he's handsome and sensitive, but also give him dating advice and a makeover, and him not having the heart to say no to her.

At least everyone is warm in this, despite the cold and snow.

[hawthorne-swift-enthusiasttt]

Cozy Little December Nights (Nevermoor Fanfic)

Hi besties!!! 🫶 How are u guys doing?? I decided to be productive for once and write a Nevermor fic!! I currently have like, 12 unfinished nevermoor fanfics in my drafts that have been sitting like that for weeks but I managed to finish this one in a day lmao. No real plot, just a cozy little thing for winter <3 This fic is brought to you by my endless gawking at r/TheNightFeeling, the snow outside my window, and my deep appreciation for christmas vibes and cozy besties 👍

One thing you may notice: It's from Lam's perspective and I'm totally going off of headcanons here so she uses She/They pronouns throughout. <33

She stood silent, in the middle of the road. It was night. The dim luminescence from the street lights above pierced the snow-coated sidewalk with an amber yellow that shone solemnly. The air was cold enough to make you put your hands in your pockets, but it wasn't unbearable. It might have been because the wind was quiet. Small flakes of snow started to build up and melt on her soft boots, and her rich, charcoal black hair had bits of white scattered throughout.

They heard the faint hum of a car driving by in the distance. Speeding up, they jogged towards a lone wooden bench outside a small, cozy, cottage-looking home with a big window and warm fireplace light seeping out through cracks in the curtains. The light from the house reflected onto the bench and seemed to engulf it in a sheltering warmth.

She sat carefully on the bench, trying not to slip on the ice underneath it. Her hands rested in her lap as she absentmindedly fiddled with them, picking the indigo purple polish off her nails and sending tiny chips flying. She blinked twice. Her hair tickled her hand slightly as she moved a strand behind her ear.

Looking up, they could see the moon's ghostish beam shining directly on their face. They squinted instinctively at it's brightness, and focused their eyes on the dark night in front of them instead. It was stunning. The stark contrast between the light-as-air glistening snowfall and the black night backdrop would probably be seared in her mind for years to come. This moment. It was peace.

She looked back at the warm house with the warm fireplace and the warm reflecting light. It was kind of beautiful. Sure, there were spots where the cream paint had chipped away on the windowsill, and the front porch swing was old and rusty and looked like it had seen some rough days but...that warm glow. The coarse stone bricks and weathered wood on the outside held something so tender, so home-feeling, on the inside, and that made her soul smile.

As they were about to stand up and continue the silent, frigid walk home, they were stopped by a noise. It sounded like something between a "squeak" and a "creak". Being a short-range oracle, they already knew what was coming. They turned their head towards the house and saw a familiar face. A blonde boy with light blue eyes and fluffy hair stood there, hanging half-in and half-out the house, with a beckoning grin on his face.

"Lam? Is that you?", he asked softly.

"Yes", she responded

"Are you heading home? I didn't see you on hometrain this afternoon."

"I was just about to, yeah. Sorry I wasn't there..I fell asleep in a Relaxation Pod and only woke up 30 minutes ago. I hadn't realized this was your house, though. It's very pretty."

He gave a small chuckle and said, "Well actually, this is my Gran's house. I like to visit her around the holidays. She makes the BEST hot chocolate. Hey, if it's not a bother, do you wanna come in and try some with me?"

She glanced at the time on the big clock tower a few miles away: 8:00pm. They didn't need to be home until 9, so surely a sip of hot chocolate wouldn't hurt.

"Okay."

Arch smiled, leaning into the house.

"Hey Gran!", he called, "could you please make one more cup of hot chocolate? I've got a friend who wants to join us!"

"Will do, Archan", she called back contently.

The pair headed inside, and Lam hung her coat and yellow-striped scarf up on a hook. She gazed around the house. Lovely acrylic paintings of charming little countrysides were hung on the back wall of the dining room. The room's walls were a canary yellow that had an easing nature about them. Looking further, into the living room, they could see a soft, cream-colored wool carpet, with plush, squishy seating to match. The fireplace she had noticed from the window seemed to crackle comfortably. A giant lamp was turned on beside it, making the whole place glow invitingly.

"Your hot chocolate's ready! Careful, it's quite hot", Arch's Gran's voice sounded, taking Lam out of her cozy little reverie

She sat at the dining table, and watched as Arch dropped tiny, colorful marshmallows into his drink. He handed some over to her, nodding towards them.

"You want any?"

"Okay", she said, taking a few.

She dunked the marshmallows in the hot chocolate, sinking them in the liquid with the spoon, and smiling when they popped back up.

It was nice, she thought, spending time with someone who cared so deeply about them. Growing up with the pressures of being a princess, they were always so worried as to what other people thought about them. The comfort of having a good friend who saw her as equal meant everything to her.

She gazed out through the window, her deep brown eyes catching the gleam of one of the streetlights outside. The snow was still falling gently, and the sky had managed to become an even darker shade than it was when she saw it last.

I love cozy little December nights like these, she thought happily.

[pup-pee]

happy artfight :3

im over bing sick!!!!!!!!!!

i drew this like a while ago so its kinda ugly but like u et ittt basicallyyyyy

then heres LARRY bc i kinda love himanwyaysss

[pigswithwings]

"Your attention, please. Are there any Polar Express passengers in need of refreshment?"

Hot Chocolate! (The Polar Express)

☕ | ☕ | ☕

🚂 | 🚂 | 🚂

👞 | 👞 | 👞

[todayisafridaynight]

Okay in IW Daigo looks like he doesn’t owns ten corporations… now he looks like your brother going to a Korn concert.

he looks like a sad fisherman who listens to korn when he wants to forget how he became a fisherman in the first place

[wisemins]

on a wonka note: willy wonka is autistic. literally no arguments to be made. i don't need to prove it. he is the proof.

[lemonxdebaby]

Patreon spoilers??? I haven’t actually listened to anything but I have read the transcript this is more a call to arms for those who both have and have not listened but it is probably still spoilers tbf.

Would anyone like to join me in the “not listening to Geordi audio” corner? I’ve read the transcript and have seen all that I need to.

I have homemade chocolate chip muffins hot out the oven and warm blankets! In fact I have enough to cover those who have listened to, I’m sure you guys need it.

[goofyguppy]

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[cameoutstruggling93]

The most VALIDATING thing about my new space and our new office in general is students telling me how nice and accessible it is and how I DESERVE an office. That I can finally have a break from people coming in and needing me 24/7.

I can ALSO have CONFIDENTIAL meetings with students and zoom meetings with students without onlookers or people overhearing.

The absolute BARE minimum needs to do my job! Especially since I'll be absorbing MORE tasks since my friend/colleague is leaving. I'm sad she's leaving but I 1000% understand why and she deserves a position where she has support and isn't just a punching bag.

Thank you for reading my rant.

[icewindandboringhorror]

various little Pictures of thinges

[mementoasts]

i'd rather fall out of a hot air balloon than touch my tablet today but i'm thinkin abt the birthday boys,,,,,,,,, ichi, masato, im love u both so much,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[demonspawnshell]

@alice-angel12x

Drawings of Phobus and Phillip (The two p’s lol)

Looking at them side by side, they are somewhat opposites, Phillip being a nerdy short somewhat cutesy looking dude is really affectionate, and Phobus being a tall “hot villain” character (to his fans) who barely even feels attraction towards anyone.

I also came up with a actual story on why Phobus cares for Alex so much, still a somewhat W.I.P. The basics is that, Phobus barely ever feel romantic affection towards anyone. The last time he actually had the only time he thought he had those feelings was when he was a child and his old friends kinda pushed him into “liking” a girl his age, which obviously wasn’t his real feelings.

So when he feels this way about Alex, it makes him really attached to him and care for him deeply. Also, it helps that, like with Phillip, Alex doesn’t put him into a box of anime trope of “Hot Villain” and sees him as a actual being and not something just to be ogled.

(Just putting the other doodles here so they are on my account 👍)

[fuckwhoeverpickedallthefunnyurls]

I'll watch their bad movies but I wish they would just stop making bad movies.

- Me about Marvel