#likes/reblogs greatly appreciated!

[ford-owner]

more tumblr exclusive old art touchups

learning how to draw them phase was rough 💔

[imerian]

you have to stare into the dark with the look of predator, not a pray

Celestino Vietti collage

Additional details under the cut

[kimiibo]

mfw the generation is lost (rbs appreciated!!)

my bro could NOT catch a break 😭

[thechaotichorselord]

this took a while

@blackkatdraws Blank Scripts Curator

[vt-scribbles]

that one very relevant-to-my-interests meme

[jaylleoo14]

An Octopus's First Impression

I have so much brainrots but im not a good enough writer to put them into actual stories and stuff😭 AHHHH TEH PAIN (If it isnt obvious enough I have low confidence in myself with my writing ability TT) But yes, Hello! This is going to be my debut as a twst writer and perhaps for other fandoms too<3 for now I am most comfortable writing for twst though, but please do enjoy your visit on my page!

Azul has yet to make a proper introduction to you

Part II

>GN!ReaderxAzul

[disclaimer] A rather desperate and calculative Tako

[characters] Azul and the other sillies that get in his way X3

When you first arrived at NRC Azul was surely not one of the individuals you'd paid mind to. The first dorm leaders that made their appearances known to your acknowledgment first was Vil because of his striking awe-stunning and jaw dropping beauty, Kalim because of his outward friendliness and radiating-welcoming personality, and lastly Riddle because of his fierce strictness to follow the school rules accordingly (And along with other respective proper and prim mannerisms and clothing rules to abide by whenever your paths were crossed)

Idia of course did not make his presence known and you literally did not know of him only until later after meeting Orthro, and even then you've only heard of him and never actually seen him. I mean cmon, who has honestly?

Leona is always hiding away, lazing around somewhere as he naps away into his own comfort so you dont even encounter him until some magical fateful day, but thats a story for another time :)

Although perhaps meeting him already when everyone is asleep, you arent really formally introduced to Malleus. So until then, you technically havent met Malleus for multiple reasons that are rather lengthy to list.

And then there's Azul. oooooh boy. Despite how interested he is in you regarding your sudden magical predicament and trying to approach you, you somehow always seem to be going astray from your interactions with him

He's tried to approach you, ensuring he'd give a lasting impression on you as he's heading on over to greet you properly

though things dont go as planned when Lilia is suddenly snatching you away to go entertain a certain activity of his out of nowhere

Or when you're being chased by a random Savanaclaw student with a bread bun in your mouth and Grim buried in your side as your arm wraps around him securely, holding about 4x amount of food in his paws (Cater in the background taking pictures of this and posting it on his magicam #delinquent #hungry for some breadbunz #Getting chased #My junior is so cute and trouble some #Uh oh trouble!)

Perhaps if it weren't for those troublesome classmates of yours, ah yes - Ace and Deuce - then you wouldn't be stuck in a tree branch right now with that troubling huntsman below you trying to help you down and he would by now be shaking hands with you

Why are you just all over the place?! You've already met with that Lazy Lion when all he did was sleep on the floor and you miraculously tripped over him, resulting in him catching you in his arms before you fell face first into the hard cobblestoned floor! He didnt even do anything to try and approach you so why is it that despite all his meticulous planning on trying to approach you and make an appearance, it just never happens?! Not only that but you're now indebted to that second prince just for you to do him a solid and fetch him a meat sandwich. Seriously, what a waste of a perfect opportunity

Do you perhaps already know who he is? Is that it? Are you actively trying to avoid him?! You're stressing him out already here Prefect, hello?! Its very important for a business man to expand his connections, you know. You two have never even properly met! Now that wont do at all, he must make his appearance now. Especially when you can offer that lovely little dwelling of yours for a branch of his add on of the Mostro Lounge with some talking and persuasion of course :)

He's been carefully looking over your schedule, trying to figure out what classes you go to at what time and when; will we be able to cross paths here? What about when you head on over to your chem class? You have lunch with who and where? Noted, now he can definitely prepare to approach you now. Is he desperate? Of course not, he's just ought to give you a proper greeting is all! Its not weird that he's trying to remember your schedule and trying to talk to you and-

You're in the library, studying up on some topics you don't quite get in your history class. The library was rather quaint and tranquil, a nice aesthetically pleasing place to help you go over your lessons and to study. You had a test coming up in Professor Trein's class and that was something you did NOT want to fail in again. Failing once or perhaps twice or maybe even a possible third time but who knows was already enough to bring your grade down to get a harsh scolding from Riddle and a sympathetic look from Trey

Your face all in the book, your notes plastered and sprawled out on the side where they rest on the table, and your other needed stationary next to you, you were in a environment where no one was around for you to focus up and study hard

Well, no one around except for Azul

Perfect! This is a great opportunity to approach you now! No one is around and he can even talk up into having you indebted to him by helping you study! This situation is rather perfect if he says so himself

A confident look spreads across his face as he walks on over to you, a perfect and professional air surrounding him

"Good evening Prefect, It's a pleasure to finally meet your acquaintance. I do apologize on interrupting your study session here but I would like the humbling experience to introduce myself."

A nice and firm smile is sprawled on his face as his hand is outstretched towards yours to make a formal shake. You look up from your book and stare at his hand, soon taking it as you sit and ponder only for a second

"Oh, aren't you that guy who couldn't get above 10 inches off the floor while riding his broomstick?"

Crack. After finally being able to introduce himself for GOD KNOWS HOW LONG, you know him for THAT?! For sevens sake! Not as Octavinelle's Dorm leader, BUT "that guy who couldn't get above 10 inches off the floor"

God he wants to go curl away and hide now. His hand flinching as you mention so but you keep a firm hold on his to give him a proper shake, a little oblivious to his faltering demeanor

"I think Floyd mentioned you before too. You're that boss running Mostro Lounge he said right? I think he said your name was-"

"Azul Ashengrotto." Clearing his throat a little before he continues "It's a pleasure to meet you (y/n)" Azul is quick to regain his composure and returns the firm hold. How strong you grip and how long you shake is incredibly important in dealing with business, especially when wanting to make lasting impressions to expand your social networks

In his mind though he wants to quickly eradicate that impression you have about him, and thus he asks to join you - to which you complied - in hopes of overwriting and hopefully making you forget that horrific thing you witness regarding his flight skills

And of course Floyd just had to meet you before he did. Its not really surprising considering his boisterous personality and extroverted behavior when in the mood, but perhaps Jade has also met you then too. Considering that those two tend to be near one another

No, of course he's not feeling bitter that even those two slimy eels met you first. Of course he's not feeling a little irritated that they didnt try to strike you up into making a deal with him. Or maybe the fact that whatever those two were doing they'd at least try to make you two meet! Afterall, he did tell them to send you over once due to his interest in you. But he then adverts his attention back onto you when mention how you are currently studying for an upcoming test

You dont know him at all yet, so you let yourself be completely vulnerable. Looking like the smart and reliable gentleman that he is, you ask him to help you study. Oh how you make it so easy for him, he didnt even need to offer!

With a pleasant smile on his face, his slick and gloved fingers pushing up the frame of his glasses, he happily accepts with a sweet tone in his voice as you both sit together and go over the lessons together

[wanderingcas]

title: paradigm pairing: dean/cas tags: apocalypse au, angst w/ a happy ending, slow burn, h/c

CHAPTER 8

They run a good few miles before Dean’s ankle gives out on him. 

He hunches against a rusted stop sign’s crooked post, panting. Cas, who hasn’t said a word since they left the camp behind in flames, stands silently beside him. 

“I’m good,” Dean huffs. “Just need a minute.” 

Cas kneels next to Dean, frowning down at him. “It’s dark. We should rest.” 

“Look, man, I can keep going—”

“No.” 

The sharp tone makes Dean lift his head. Cas is staring at him impassively, expression leaving no room for argument. “We passed a house a few yards back. Stay here while I scout it out.” 

Dean’s too tired to argue. He slides down the nearest tree trunk to sit on the damp grass, waving a hand. “Yeah, sure. Knock yourself out.” 

Cas nods before slipping away into the shadows. 

Wiping the sweat beading his forehead, Dean groans. His ankle is on fire. Any good Garth did for it has probably been reversed by the miles he’s just run. His stomach twists and horror slashes through him— shit , did Garth even get out in time before the fire ate up his trailer? Did Mildred? Dean feels sick at the thought of Mildred’s carefully planted garden going up in flames.

What are any of them going to do, without a home? The families, the kids, the dogs… they didn’t deserve any of that. Not their fault their leader was a power-hungry lunatic. 

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[ahma-art]

9 & 10 - Loss, Longing.

[arachnestwilight]

Cringetober - Day 1: Screenshot Redraw!

[maidenofporcelain]

aaaa new hyper fixation hooray!! ;;7;; this project is literally so cool I couldn't help myself but to make a sona/oc for it!! xDD

I can't wait to see what's next in store for the story!! Much excite!!

Welcome Home belongs to @partycoffin and its such a wonderful project, please check it out!!

(and character template by @fetusmeme !!)

more info about Sweetie under the cut!!: I hope everyone likes her! ;;7;;

According to small snippets of old scripts and pages from old children's books, Taylor Sweetie was a ice cream truck driver who, while not actually living in the neighborhood, would often visit the residents of Home, giving ice cream to all the neighbors free of charge. 

She seems to have the closest relationship to Howdy, the two often trading recipe cards. However Sweetie is friendly with all of the neighbors, so they are as happy to see her as she is them!

So much so that the neighbors often called her ‘Sweetie’ rather than her name ‘Taylor.’ Because to them, she’s the sweetest!

As noted from some blueprints that are still in the middle of being recreated, it seems like Sweetie used a variety of wacky gadgets and tools in order to make ‘the perfect ice cream’ for each of the residents of Home. 

Sweetie would specially craft each frosty treat to the neighbors tastes and even feelings. In some notes it was listed that Sweetie would twirl in a ballerina-like fashion while making her ice cream, and always finished each creation with a special catchphrase.

“With a sprinkle of happiness and a cherry on top, this sweet treat’s sure to make you smile!” 

In small recovered pieces of scripts it seems Sweetie also made more than just ice cream, bringing special hot chocolate drinks in winter episodes. It seems all of her food creations were sweet in nature. 

Old scripts reveal that Sweetie did in fact ‘not’ drive her ice cream truck, but that someone she called ‘Mr. Frosty' would instead be driving it. It is unclear if she means the truck itself can drive on its own or if there is another worker driving the truck, as the windows of the truck are not see through, so  its unknown if anyone is sitting in the front seat.

Many of her segments had her appear to give advice to troubled characters, and while her advice would sound random they seemed to spark resolve in many of the characters who were dealing with the problem of the episode. 

It seems like she was a popular enough side character that she was featured in many children's books, had her own recipes in a ‘Welcome Home’ themed cookbook, and had a series of real life ice cream bars labeled “Welcome Home: Sweetie’s Sweet Bars”, featuring the likeness of several characters from the series. 

[alch3mic]

thank you! as an appreciation because i meant to do something for 3.5k, ill be doing a little art raffle.

simply reblog this post, be a follower and have a full body reference for your character (and i do mean full body!!) for a chance to win an art piece by me. failure to comply to those three rules will result in a loss if you’re selected.

raffle will end september 16th 2023. ✌️💖

[dirk-menace]

their hells are close

[nomelwelloy]

a/n: here is a little sinbad: lotss drabble! don’t know if the fandom is still out there but here is my humble brain rot… enjoy! (reblogs are greatly appreciated <3)

☆*:.｡.

Sinbad stands alone in the quiet of the balcony alcove, away from the hubbub of the party. It’s a rare sight, thinks Proteus, as he creeps up behind him, pressing a cold cup to his cheek. “You’re not one to miss a party,”

With a grin mirroring his, Sinbad takes the cup, leaning forward on the white marble railing. “It’s nice up here,”

Proteus leans against the pillar, shooting an amused glance his way before his eyes land on the sunset beyond the horizon. “Are we getting sentimental now?”

Sinbad chuckles, a deep sound that resembles more of a purring tiger. “That’s usually you, Proteus. Today, I seek quiet. Tomorrow,” Sinbad briefly steals a glance to his left; Proteus is still lost in the melting colours of the sky, his gaze faraway, like he’s floating amidst the shifting colours and clouds. Sinbad looks away with an inward sigh, unable to say what they both already know.

The party is still raging on; discordant conversations and excited hollering ring out amidst the commotion, followed by a series of barks and screams, and the music effortlessly picks up once more.

Proteus lets out a breathy chuckle, taking another sip from his cup. “Marina too, isn’t she? She’s also leaving,”

“Yeah,” Sinbad says with a shake of his head. “She’s got her own ship now, and a dedicated crew… all in such short time.” he frowns, “I think she might be better at this than I am.”

This elicits a laugh from Proteus, and Sinbad relaxes, looking up as their gazes meet.

“Marina comes very close,” Proteus puts down his chalice and steps forward. He tugs Sinbad’s collar, straightening out the creases of his blazer. His hand brushes over his chest as if to dust away something, his motions deliberate. “But no one does it as best as you,”

Sinbad almost swoons as Proteus’s cologne washes over him, but he steadies himself, desperately focusing on the little mole by his lower lip.

“What else am I best at?” Sinbad says quietly, just for their ears. Proteus’s eyes light up with a knowing grin.

“Why don’t you show me?”

Sinbad groans, unable to take anymore of his teasing and he closes the distance between them to catch his lips in a deep, fervour-filled kiss. His hands wrap around his waist and another carts through his hair, let down in loose waves tonight. Proteus backs him up against the railing, hands gripping the marble on either side of them as he deepens the kiss. There’s something urgent about the way he’s pressing into him, snuffing out the slightest space between them, angling his head to grant Sinbad deeper access into his mouth.

They only separate when their lungs scream for air, and even then they don’t step apart; their foreheads press as they catch their breath, and Proteus’s hand comes to rest on his wrist. Their hands are the same size and calloused, but Sinbad’s is rougher, while Proteus’s fingers are slender, familiar to the sword and pen. It’s a great difference, and he wonders briefly how Marina’s hands look like now.

Sinbad turns his over to weave their fingers together. “I’ll write often,” he offers this assurance, to which even Proteus seems dissatisfied.

“I only need one thing from you, Sinbad,” he leans away to get a good look at him. “That you stay safe, and return to me in one piece.”

A beat of silence, the crashing of waves against stone beneath them, and the droning of a party behind. “Those are two things,” he points out.

Proteus breaks into a smile, eyes crinkling and he shakes his head.

Sinbad traces his finger over his heart in a cross motion. “If not, Eris can-”

Proteus clamps a hand over his mouth. “Come on, Sinbad.”

He relents with a gleeful grin.

“Shall we return to the party?” Proteus asks, picking up his chalice.

Sinbad glances toward the sea. The skies are a dim, dusty blue now, swallowing the last minutes of daylight as pinpricks of silver begin to dot the skies. The views out at sea cannot compare, but there’s nothing quite like a starry night over Syracuse.

“Not yet,” Sinbad finds his hand once more, resting them on the cool marble. “Lets stay a little longer.”

[herblinz]

Meow.

Lemme know who got babygirl Merrin in the comments

[auraboo]

The Threefold Soul - 1: Returning spring

Genre: fantasy, romance, LGBT/queer Keywords: enemies to lovers, slowburn, m/m, drama, adventure Rating: for mature audiences (+18) Release schedule: every other Wednesday, next chapter April 3rd

Start reading here!

Ren’i closed his eyes momentarily. His voice was even and colourless when he replied. ”Yes, captain?”

Metal let out a faint creak as the captain shifted his balance from one foot to another. ”I apologise for the interruption, your highness, but they’re already expecting you at the palace.”

Ren’i placed his left hand in the middle of his chest and bowed deeply towards the waterfall without taking his eyes off the statues. He straightened, wiped damp strands of hair off his forehead, and turned around to meet captain Hamr’s expectant gaze.

Even on a festival day – or perhaps specifically in its honour – captain Hamr had donned his half-plate armour, all the way to the armored boots and the breastplate. His long black hair was collected on a tight ponytail at the nape of his neck, leaving his long, pointed ears exposed, which marked him as a taivashi at first glace. It wasn’t quite necessary. The tattoo that circled his naked left arm announced him a soldier of the Guard of Honour, and only full-blooded demons were allowed to serve in the Guard of the Kishan heir.

[sttoru]

if it gets flagged again best believe i will repost it over n over until it wont 🤥