#kisses on the mouth etc

[katabay]

ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A KNIGHT...

the visual inspiration for this was a combination of Frederic William Burton's Meeting on the Turret Stairs and also Bernardo Cavallino's The vision of St. Dominic receiving the Rosary from the Virgin

this was supposed to be just a one off illustration to get the thoughts out of my system, but then I started thinking about medieval politics and warfare and plagues and a castle and home as both a place of refuge, a prison, and a tomb, so perhaps they will end up as ex voto characters as well.

you may say, hey! that rosary looks like it has too many beads! it's a fifteen decade rosary, probably. dominicans are really into marian devotions. it works out.

also. spiral style stair cases. oh boy. it was that unexpectedly more difficult than I originally thought it would be to draw. the more I think about it, the less I understand them, even though I had a million photos of the stairs in front of me while I was drawing it.

⭐ I have a tip jar (ko-fi)!

⭐ and other places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app

[casualavocados]

An idiot like you...an idiot like you...

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 9

[bellamysgriffin]

Forever winter if you go...

[horsegirlsodapop]

y'all i know this is not that popular a take but addict soda is so important to me. i do not care. i think it is a complex, logical place to take his character post book. we see the ways ponyboy doesn't understand the depth of darry's care for him, and with how much ponyboy adores soda (he loves him more than anyone, even mom and dad!), i think it is perhaps within the realm of possibility that pony is a little naive when it comes to soda. he likes drag racing, fights, he's got "too much energy, too much feeling, with no way to blow it off." he's 16 years old and a thrill seeker, likes trouble because it's fun or entertaining and. i just think yes "drunk on plain living" but also teenage boy with an addictive personality that just lost 4 people very close to him. whatever this isn't very coherent but god make him worse! let him chain smoke when he's antsy and chase fights when he's itching for something to hurt! let him get angry! let him lie and cheat and manipulate! when does thrill seeking become self destruction........ etc. make him flawed!

plus yeah this probably means drunk but im just gonna leave this here.

[dailyish-mario-hugo]

* day 65

[lelouch]

was arguing about something with this guy on a post a fellow yaoi soldier made in the cg subreddit and he hit us with the banger of "woke geass"

[alonetogether]

im proclaiming row J for manchester dan and phil tit the sexy bitches row‼️‼️‼️

[lucabyte]

I am literally obsessed with everything you do that involves sifloop you are THE sifloop artist to me

thank you!!! it means a lot to hear that haha

I've been like... near exclusively an OC artist for like 8 years at this point so every time i post fanart and ESPECIALLY ship art i feel like i have to fight every screaming cell in my body to post it because i feel like... RUDE? for projecting my own thoughts onto another creator's characters LMAO... so it's reassuring to know people actually like what i'm contributing!!

as for sifloop as a ship. i really should draw more isiloops because . rotates all three of them in my mind. but yeah. I think the thing I like most about the dynamic really is the like... way Siffrin and Loop canonically aggress each other despite an extremely persistent undercurrent of caring about the other not suffering.

Like. the back and forth between Loop constantly talking past/through Siffrin to really painfully insult the pair of them, and things like the [Forgetting Mirabelle's Name] event being so astoundingly gentle. just as a general example. (RNG event that only triggers after certain actions so you may need to look it up)

THEN adding the element of throwing them in postcanon with neither of them wanting to upset the party and thus having to keep a lid on it... I like the potential dynamics of such a painful and conflicted relationship having to be almost hidden and downplayed so as to try and not worry anyone, and thus becoming softer and introspective while still keeping a bunch of the more insidiously toxic behaviour.

Both of them acting with genuine best intentions in mind but still understanding each other to have way *way* more sadness and anger and guilt than they let on, and thus being able to clock it. Both for good and ill. Neither of them enjoy confrontation, but it's almost unavoidable when they KNOW the other knows what they're probably thinking.

. but yeah i just think they're neat! also a bunch of stuff related to asexuality but . shh

[jimmyspades]

"That tongue of yours easily wraps around the most challenging of syllables. I think it’s my favorite part of that tongue, actually, the way it wraps around syllables." BOSTON LEGAL 4.04 "Do Tell"

[gojooooo]

sukuna begging yuuji to take him back because he wants to feel his emotions again instead of his own emptiness and nothing but the closeness they once had is enough for him. and when yuuji does, because he feels incomplete as well without sukuna, he spawns into the domain again and walks around the familiar place, hesitantly calling out sukuna’s name to confirm he’s really there. “sukuna…?”

“…kozō” he hears in return, fondness in the tone, and when he looks up at where he remembers the throne to be he sees a face so similar to his staring down at him with a smile, a hand immediately reaching out to slick the pink hair back. after everything they went through there’s no reason to keep dancing around it – they belong to each other.

[shutup-andletme-go]

*insert star emoji here*

no bingo :(

[anguilliforme]

whos decision was it to put sweet bread buns on burgers im being for real step up so i can kill you

[kkupttown]

he grim on my walker til I. uhhh

[insomnia-productions]

wip word train tag game

man what a great week for tag games. thanks @maattition for the tag!

Rules: tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share a sentence/excerpt from your wips that start with that letter.

My word is EYES:

E (from The God of Alice, a dark romance type thing i was playing with a while back)

Envy burned through my blood for this god, this minor deity, who nevertheless would stay by Ru’s side through the centuries, watching and worshipping as much as he pleased, while I would be dead and rotten in a span of years no more substantial to the both of them than the lifetime of a mayfly. I turned back to Westhaven, to the fires scorching the town and the faint glimmer of gold-spun robes in the street, and I wished…  

I wished, but I did not pray. I knew better than that.

Y (from Briar, a wip ive been waging war with - and losing - since last February)

Your hands twitched, momentarily, into stillness, and then you resumed wrapping the bandage around your chest. When it was fastened, you turned, just slightly, your face half hidden in your shoulder and the dancing shadows of the lone candle. For a time, neither one of us spoke. 

What were you thinking, in that long, terrible stillness? You never told me. I like to imagine that you knew me well enough by then to trust in my care for you — but, of course, I know you well enough by now to know that isn’t true. You kept your eyes angled low, but I felt that you were watching me. Waiting for me to make the first move. I should have known it years ago, I thought then. You were always watching us like that. You had always carried yourself, underneath it all, like prey. 

E (from Dreamgirl, a post-chosen one concept ive been debating whether i want to keep working on or not)

Every Sunday I think another piece of me dies, offered up with my faith as nourishment to the beings that did this to me. But what choice do I have? Gods demand to be served, and my status as Chosen One means little to them. If I hadn’t saved the world, they would have just as contentedly ruled over the apocalypse. There are more than a few who probably would have preferred it. And it’s not like I could rely on Dream to protect me, for all that I was her champion. I am of no use to her now, save as a Sunday meal. So, here I am. Dying in pieces in avoidance of dying all at once. 

S (from a wip i won't talk about yet. But Much To Come...)

Spring in the low town was a revelation. Gone were the greys and blues of the long, dismal winter. Daffodils now flourished in window boxes throughout the town, interspersed with snowdrops and clusters of pink daisies. Cobbled streets glowed under the bright light of longer days, wildflowers of every shape and hue blooming tenaciously through the gaps in the stones. The air was growing warmer, the skies clearer, and the city was infused with the gentle scent of rain. There was no spring gala south of the hill, but the lowtowners celebrated the end of the snow-months all the same, with colorful banners stretching from home to home and paper lanterns hanging from every newly budding tree. Buskers had returned to the streets; here there was jazz, and around the corner blues, and one block down a fusion genre that was entirely unique to the low town. Set up alongside them were the opportunistic vendors: fried dough and lemonade carts, and everything in between. And over it all, the sound of people talking. Life returned to Aerion in the spring, and nowhere was that more evident than lowtown. 

...i've done too many of these this week and run out of people to tag, but i'll supply a word for anyone else who wants to try this:

FLAME

if you're a writer and ive tagged you in another game over the past few days, please take this as an open invitation!! and tag me if you do it-- i would love to see your wips <3

[granma-sweetie]

see i swear to god he said the words im straight but hes liking all these faggy videos and i jsut don’t know anymore