#look at KORE

[edenfelled]

🌿🍒 for koret & emet but back in the days of old yeyeye

𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, o' occupant of the fourteenth seat ! Past the chime of the eleventh bell, long after many had gone to sleep ( it was not uncommon for her to deign his presence in the low-light, ❝So caught up in your duties, vaunted Emet-Selch, how else might I see you ?❞), she attended his office like a thief.

Kore knew he could see her, even he pretended to pay her no mind. It was the scowl that gave him away; the little indentation just above his brow, the subtle twitch in the corner of his mouth. Small piles of jagged paperwork were like sandstone pillars all around him, wafer-thin mountains of expectation and duty he grew with the flourish of a hand.

❝The dead don't sleep,❞ he told her once, though she knew it was an excuse. He hated to rest — hated that he might not be doing enough — hated to feel as if though anyone was hurting or suffering. When she looped her arms around his shoulders she swore she felt the weight, how the jagged thoughts of short-ended life wreathed him like a crown of thorns, each bloom a plea for the gardener's attention.

Betwixt her thumb and index finger held her own request, carefully hidden behind the curve of her back. She didn't mind his lack of acknowledgement — not even when the door shut, not even on her little snicker. It let her feel clever in her saunter, like this wasn't a ploy she had imposed on him time and time again, and she spared no fanfare as she placed one hand just shy of his work and the other above their heads.

Suspended — dangled, more like, she couldn't profess that kind of conjury — the little berries shone iridescent in the din. Only then did Hades' eyes move, honey-gold beholding them for a moment, before flicking to amber crinkled in impish mirth.

❝How curious your belief that I lack things to do—❞ he began, a long groan cutting off any hope of him finishing the thought. It didn't stop the way he smirked, however, and he followed the flow of crimson hair as she tucked the plant against her palm and rounded the side of the desk.

❝You'd lock your office,❞ she answered, clearing a space to her left. It was answered with an indifferent flick of his wrist, prompting her to roll her eyes, and she lifted the mistletoe once more above their heads.

❝Surely I can steal a moment of your time ?❞

It was never a moment, they both knew that.

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. it would be denied.

Hades sighed. Kore grinned. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. ❝Regale me,❞ he said, expecting some kind of elaborate story wrought from far-off ventures. Instead, with one hand on his arms for leverage, she leaned down and kissed him.

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒! His stony countenance stood ever fast against the passage of time, even when he kissed her. Even when she knew he loved her.

❝It's mistletoe,❞ she spoke breathlessly on their part, thrilled by her victory. ❝And you are still a wooden romantic.❞

[estella-the-star]

I think Kore should steam when he eats spicy stuff

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Pls @dingodoodles make this cannon

[rozugold]

Why are y’all so serious…

Sisyphus belongs to @painless-innit-colourful and Icarus is @thatfriendlyanon’s :] 👍

[chaika-jpeg-shitpost]

speaking of joseph. if there's one thing i won't be able to live without it's seeing joseph's curse lifted. maybe even separating him and cartaphilus apart. and i need chise to do it with her own hands. i need her to come to his hideout one day and tell him they might've found the cure. i need her to hold his hands as he feels the pain fading away. if i don't see chise holding him in her arms as he is shaking and crying from the relief then why should i even keep living

[kairoseas]

Sukuna who's always gotten some kind of twisted amusement out of teasing Satoru endlessly. Pinning down the sorcerer like a toy. Like the only reason Satoru's ever been able to function independently is because Sukuna allowed him. Holding him down with only one of his rather large, muscular four arms just to prove that he can control the sorcerer with little to no difficulty. He knows how Satoru's mind is endlessly racing, and he doesn't help slow it at all when he speaks in Satoru's ear, the breath of the two-faced demon causing every hair on the back of Satoru's neck to stand on end with a strange, attentive chill. "Sukuna, I can't think with you this close..." Satoru hisses at him with pure and simple fact, flat on his back, and he can just hear Sukuna let out a low sound, something that originates deep in his throat, gravely from the depths of his lungs. Everything Satoru's body does is due to Sukuna, it bends to his will just as it should. "You're not supposed to think. This is about feeling." Sukuna tells him smoothly, directly into the ear of his prey that rests on their back just underneath him, ready to be consumed and have their insides exposed for the fleshy, vulnerable organs that they're made of. A being so human it hurts. " ... And all you should be feeling... " he halts the finishing of his sentence, until he breaths it out against their throat. This whole time, he makes sure to keep both of Gojo's hands restricted in one of his own, trapping him between the body of the strongest sorcerer in history and ruin. Slowly, he withdraws from their neck, looking down at his prey with both sharp, inescapable eyes. Every breath and squirm drives him insane, mixing amusement and satisfaction into a dangerously intoxicating concoction for even the King of Curses to become beholden to. " ... is the urge to beg. "

[fever-project]

Happy birth Tears of the Kingdom! Have some Wilds from four different Links Meet AUs that I churned out in a little over two hours because I forgot to do this earlier 🫠 maybe I should’ve spent an extra hour in quality control, because these are looking worse the longer I’m looking at them. And I uh, forgot to label these so let’s just do down the list, left to right with some thoughts I have about them:

Wild from @recalled11 - I love love love his poncho, shame I couldn’t draw the whole thing. But it’s also a good thing because there is sooo much detail, at least more than I’m used to hah. Honestly all of you guys are great with details, drawing all of these scars got my head spinning.

Wild from @kore-links - There may not be much about him or about this AU yet, but I really do love his design. Excited to see more.

Wild from @monstrous-fusion - I love how you draw scars and hair, but trying to draw it myself had me pulling hair ha. All of your designs are so cool and make me really want to ruffle all the Links hair.

Wild from Chain as Cryptids AU by @sapphicseasapphire - I love his big ol eyes, they are very cute. I also love how simple he is compared to the rest of these guys, it was so relaxing to draw him last.

[dailyfalsesymmetry]

i don't know if youre still asking for outfits but ive seen a few people draw her in like a red n white striped sundress

day 32

this one was rough man lmao i can’t tell if i like it anymore but. dress :]

[k0re-pp]

Jon on Kid Pix! his face is kinda fucked up but it was my first time using this program so whatever

[pettyprocrastination]

"When she was little, he would be cleaning off the remnants of dinner from her cherubic cheeks as she wriggled and fussed in his arms."

"Now Katherine sat still, eyes unfocused and glazed over as he wiped away the blood from her mouth. Her father said nothing about the pieces stuck between her teeth, but he was slowly beginning to put together what had happened."

I could not be more in love with this amazing commission by the ever lovely @miranhas-art depicting Frankie and his daughter katie from my first ever published horror story. Working with her is always an absolutely dream <3

If you want to read about girlhood, cannibalism and father-daughter relationships in horror- you can find that in my short story "Saturn, Inverted" that is published in a collection found at this link here

[gortashshairytits]

I am going to eat him alive.

[phoenixcatch7]

Persephone captain marvel au. Hear me out.

Associated with duality, reincarnation, resurrection, childhood innocence (and it getting ripped away by adults), and her 'counterpart' Kore, which is her in her returning aspect of spring, youthfulness, new life... Come on. Is that not the closest thing to Billy you've ever seen in ancient Greece? Where he gets his powers?

It all starts with Teth Adam, and his devastation at the death of his son. He finds the old paths, breaks them open, and storms down into the underworld to demand him back. His is not a new story.

But where Persephone might ordinarily be inclined to ease her husband's scorn, give the troubled mourner a chance, she is speaking to the champion of magic, the world's mightiest mortal. The chance of success is too high. The challenge would not be enough. The death was too high profile and would risk too many attempting to follow in his footsteps. The man is too unstable, too powerful, too close to the heart of magic for it to be safe - for any of him - to grant his wish and risk his false hope.

They deny him.

Enraged, implacable, Teth Adam lashes out. The battle is long and drawn out, neither side tiring even as both weaken, but Persephone, in either form, is not one of war, and she is felled as her curses shatter, her furies tossed aside like dolls. The sound of Hades' scream as Adam's surprise leaves him open flattens the rubble of their throne room.

The wounded champion escapes, hounded by cerberus and skeletons instead of his son's shade, as her husband crashes to his knees beside her. She has not a mortal soul, and thus will be going where even Death cannot reach.

But Adam killed the goddess of reincarnation, and Billy has odd dreams. He's pretty sure he needs to ease up on the stress. He's restless in winter and distracted in summer, he can sleep outside in howling storms as long as he's tucked snug in the boughs of a tree, he's had the luck of never tasting a rotten fruit. Sometimes it feels like there's ghosts in his hideouts and the kids at school try and bribe him to curse their enemies.

When he chosen to be Captain Marvel the wizard chokes on his own speech when the smoke clears. They stare at each other.

"Well," says Persephone, "that was unexpected. Hullo."

"Hello," the wizard replies, "I was under the impression..."

"I don't think the laws of interference quite apply until I'm immortal again," he says.

The wizard's relief is palpable. It's understandable, he looks ready to keel over from old age. "Can I ask...?" he gestures at the new body. It takes a second to understand.

"Oh, I'm a boy now. For a while."

And that's that.

Until green lantern is killed in battle.

[borkwolf]

Hi! Could you maybe draw Dreamcatcher please and thank you?

Art by otiksimr and teethwitheyes101-blog

sparkly dragon :]

[grellssquishyhusband]

I made Sebastian scary oop

[kairoseas]

Yuuji, who sits every morning watching Megumi as Megumi creates his own personalized cup of coffee for the morning. He observes his methods, notices how much sugar or milk he puts in it, even if its incredibly minimal (to Yuuji's personal disgust). Yuuji who actually drags himself out of bed at a reasonably early hour to pull up tutorial videos on his phone on how to create different whipped cream animals. The first few times Megumi finds his coffee is waiting for him... he doesn't think much of it, especially when Yuuji takes responsibility for the creation and manufacturing of the cup. The first few whipped-cream-animals are... less than ideal. Essentially created and shaped as shapeless globs of whipped cream that Megumi quirks a brow over and glances to Yuuji for explanation, of which there is a complicated and unreasonable response. Megumi's ultimately too tired to try to decipher what Yuuji's trying to get across to him anyway. He takes their rambling at face value. His first successful creature? A small cat, hanging off the rim of the mug with two little eyes. Again, Megumi picks it up without looking at it directly as he holds it up to his lips... before he pauses, looking down at the white void in his vision, blotting out the dark liquid in the cup. It stares up at him expectantly and Megumi... feels a pang of guilt for the creature who he's going to destroy when he takes a drink from the cup. The same kind of guilt he feels when the divine dogs are looking at him and expecting scraps. They don't necessarily need food to live, no, but... he liked to give them some, from time to time. Mostly because they give him the biggest eyes... and it makes his heart melt on the spot. "... Itadori, did you make... something in my coffee?" Megumi asks, turning around to look at his classmate, who's already heading to hide in the bathroom, beginning his shower with a lighthearted grin at the doorframe, just as he's about to close the door with a towel hanging over his arm. " I don't know what you're talking about, Umi~! " he sings from the other room.

Megumi looks down at the cat in his coffee. ... It was pretty cute. Admittedly, he doesn't drink his coffee with milk or creamer or anything usually but... he could accept it. Especially if Itadori was putting all this effort into such cute things... it was kind of nice to see him getting expressive with himself rather than bottling up everything they've experienced.

[cr0wc0rpse]

Hi. Check out this Thing we unearthed from where our deck once was. Child me definitely did this

[untilyouremember]

Love, That's an Understatement

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