#ok im done for now lmao

[anticidic]

Meanwhile, Dazai and Chuuya...

[choccy-milky]

MC doing what we all wished we could do (aka napping on the floor with ominis )😴💕

[pixlokita]

Wait I’m just realizing how funny it is that springtrap/ William and all his variations see an unhappy child with brown hair, brown eyes and striped shirt and immediately goes … yes I must have him as my own like 🧍‍♂️

[deoidesign]

Doing master studies the only way I know how: Stealing them and making them my guys.

(Barberini Faun)

(The Fallen Angel - Alexandre Cabanel)

(Covent Garden - William Bruce Ellis Rankin)

[lokh]

i'm a sucker for the earring exchange trope

[todayisafridaynight]

[chrliekclly]

[birdsong-warriors]

Putting off uploading because I kind of hate this comic right now, lol.

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Part 1: Friend and Family

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[xamaxenta]

lovewings

[syntaxsta]

do people still draw Evil X? I don't care. *shoves this drawing into your grubby little hands*

[rox-of-iu]

sike sorry im not done priestposting actually. here's also today's doodles from the note app from when i was waiting for my soup to cook.

[hamsterdads]

Ive been sending stuff on anon tonight but since that isnt an option an i dont thuink ive filled my quota: hi i hope you have a wondrous week ahead and i really realy like ur art and interpretations of the characters physicalities and also ur got me johndavekat pilled. That is all baaaiyyeee

hiiiii beloved stupidusernamepolicy!! thank you for your kind words hehe<3 im sooo glad that you are johndavekatpilled as well i feel insane about them. anyway here is a speedy doodle for you. enjoy ^^

[choccy-milky]

I've been wanting to paint Clora for a while but was brain empty 😣

Then I saw this dress set and HAD to put her in some version of it 🥰🥰🥰

I've been banned from buying more clothes for the rest of the year so let me live vicariously through her (but also I'm not a ravenclaw) also also I hope that link I embedded works

OH MY GOD MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ME🎅🎅🎅🎁🎁 WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!! the way i clicked on my inbox and then got JUMPSCARED (IN A GOOD WAY) BY THIS!!! im serious the way my mouth popped open in shock and awe was so cartoonish LMAOO. like wdym FOR FREE??😭😭😭your art is so beautiful and you're such an amazing painter IM SO MINDBLOWN RN THAT I GET TO SEE CLORA DONE BY YOU SHE LOOKS AMAZING and in such a cute fit too🧎‍♀��🧎‍♀️ i fear i shall never recover from this...found dead in my apartment and its kemiichis fault.....ILL STOP YAPPING NOW but srsly im HONOURED THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH🥹💖💖💖

[ladysatoru]

mental health so bad you'd think i grew up in konoha

[arkaniske]

Where the Sea Awaits

AO3 Link * Chapter three: Jyees & Vick’trr 6200 words * SFW * Jayvik * Selkie!AU Beta read by @kitcatkim [[1st chapter of the fic here]] cw for descriptions of healing injury Summary: When Jayce Talis discovers a stranger cast ashore, he can't shake the feeling that the sea itself has intertwined their fates. The steady rhythm of the tides he's spent his life mastering is suddenly disrupted, and as he delves into the mystery of a man seemingly torn from the depths, an unexpected bond begins to form.

The longer his gaze lingered on the man—still sitting stiffly, the blanket draped over his too-thin frame—Jayce felt the frustration melt into something quieter. Softer. Whatever had happened to this stranger, he was clearly lost, wary and hurting. And gods, if Jayce wasn’t at least a little lost himself.

The ocean stretched endlessly around the fisherman. A striking blue colour only rivalled by the sky it reflected, two parallels finding a gentle caress at the horizon to merge into one. The sailor’s lungs were filled with salt, his skin kissed a thousand times by the sun and his heart beating with the rhythm of the ocean. He couldn’t remember casting off. He wasn’t sure where he was, nor did he care. The sound of his fishing rod flying past his head as he cast his line was enough to pull the corners of his lips into a content smile. Calm settled into the fisherman’s bones, and he watched the lazy bobber skate across the waves. Time passed oddly here, the seafarer watched as the sun rose and sank into the water and yet, he felt no need for food or sleep. Every now and then the bobber would be pulled into the deep blue, and he would reel it in only to find it empty. Another piece of fish would be speared on the hook before he cast the line once more, awaiting the next catch. With a loud crack, the fishing line went taut in an instant, nearly pulling the rod out of the fisherman’s hand. He was quick to plant his feet, the wood of his ship starting to twist around his ankles to hold him in place. The rod bent sharply, creaking under the strain of the weight, and the fisherman’s grip tightened to whitened knuckles. As the line pulled again the boat rocked with the force. He leaned back, muscles straining as he began to reel it in, but the weight at the other end didn’t give. It only demanded more of the line tethering the two, pulling it deeper into the ocean. The water around the boat remained still even as the battle continued, no waves formed. No thrashing. Nothing. The air grew thick and heavy around him, pressing against his chest like an unseen force. It reminded him of the crushing weight of water at great depths—the way it could wring his lungs, leaving no room for air. He swallowed hard, each inhale feeling more laboured than the last. He cast a quick glance over the side of the boat, what little breath he had left hitching as the water below darkened. The deep blue shifted into an endless void as though the ocean floor had risen to meet him. Then, the line snapped. The fisherman stumbled. Had it not been for his rooted feet he would have fallen over with the rod. He froze, gaze locked on the water as waves threatened to claw their way into his ship, lapping at the railing and leaving deep claw marks in their wake as it pulled back. His heart pounded against his ribs as he leaned over the edge once more, searching for the source. This time, the water was staring back. Two golden orbs appeared in the depths, glowing faintly as they hovered just below the surface. They did not blink or waver, only stare as if they could see through the very core of the fisherman. He could hear the wood of his ship break and snap under the force of the ocean, claws dragging along the bow of the ship—they might as well have been dragged along his spine and bones. The sound settled somewhere in his chest, and he felt unwell. Without warning the ocean surged upwards, the light shattering into a thousand blinding fragments. Like broken glass, reflecting the sun in a thousand shards, only to illuminate the fisherman. The boat tipped violently, and without the wood to ground him, he felt himself falling into the waters. Falling into the light. Into the eyes—and—

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[pup-pee]

otp is angel fangs x snake bites