#or am i gonna draw and im just lying?!?!

[tentakelspektakel]

Not gonna be drawing / posting till next month, working on my Nightsister OC cosplay so I wont have timee. Thought I'd update just in case :D

I do have a self portrait finished so I could do a lil meet the artist post if yall are interested in smth like that, idk if its too soon tho, lmk :D

[rookdaw]

monster X monster hunter

[puppyeared]

how. do u sona....

[todayisafridaynight]

barely four hours into the new month and im already silly

[anxiously-going]

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[neige-leblanche]

hate doing digital art so much god bless🙏

[rainbowgod666]

...look i had this account for 6 months. I can get behind not being famous

But h- HOW THE FUCK DOES SOMEONE NOT NOTICE THE LITERAL REALITY-FUCKING MISSINGNO AUTISM CREATURE THAT TOWERS OVER MOST OF THE CREATURES OF TUMBLR??? AM I T H A T HARD TO NOTICE MISS @sm-baby WHAT IN THINE FUCK DO I DO WITH THIS-

[snekdood]

hey- i hope this goes without saying, but if you ever follow me or interact with my posts and someone contacts you about me or starts harassing you for some reason and it seems to be connected to following me for some reason, or if i rb from you and you suddenly get harassment or something from someone else, or you see someone impersonating me online- please let me know about it. i dont condone that shit. i'm pretty sure this isnt happening, but i often worry that my time spent in the early part of vaush's community has invoked the ire of some neo nazis and/or the fact im p sure my abusive ex is secretly a neo nazi and everything they say about me wrt that is projection and they have neo nazi buddies online- what im saying is i wouldnt be surprised if no-life neo nazi types are trying to manipulate shit on here to make me look a certain way either on behalf of my ex or bc they know my situation and the shit my ex says about me and wants to convince people its true so i get dragged down and either kill myself or join them.

[quinn-pop]

frieren au where meta knight is frieren, sailor dee is fern, Magolor is stark, and Galaxia is flamme. that’s the post

[be-good-to-bugs]

when i feel very lonely i get fizzled out of doing anything after less than an hour

[quirkycritters]

Game Night: CHAIN ATTACK!!!

i am,,, withering away but ITS DONE ITS DONE IM FREE FROM THE CURSE (<<< still haunted by wips) clocking in at 32+ hours, this sucker has been getting pushed around for 10 months-

while theres some things i would have done differently if i could redo this from scratch, i still had a BLAST cramming in as much detail as i could tolerate >:) some highlights / cut ideas / ramblings are below the cut, but please zoom for details! (if tumblr doesnt shred it to bits)

gonna be real i locked so hard onto drawing ripped jeans that i forgot i could have just shoved legend into a skirt and called it a day

SOCKS. SOCKS. the amount of Joy anytime i figured out how to personalize them with game references: legend (hibiscus), twilight (ordon goats), and four (force gems)

i WAS going to put time in a turtleneck, but had an epiphany and started digging for the most obnoxious hawaiian shirts i could find,,, ft. a sea flower (wind waker) and a saturation boosted plumm (twilight princess)!

yeah so warriors got the sweater instead of the skintight shirt, sorry gang

speaking of if i ever say im going to draw a cableknit sweater again, somebody PLEASE shake some sense into me- warriors sweater was a NIGHTMARE since my art program has an astonishing lack of good brushes (and yet here i am still using it)

MOST of the text has been modified using the twilight princess cipher because yeah. i was procrastinating shading. also the other ciphers were in japanese- times shirt is cropped, but reads "its 5 oclock somewhere"

winds lobster shirt :) that is all i just think its neat

wilds jacket :) link w(ild) 2017, aka the release year of botw

jewelry! sky has the fireshield earrings, and wild has the amber earrings~ could barely squeeze the bombos and quake medallions onto legend, and wind got the joy pendant

hyrule :D embroidery on his sweatpants because i was struck by whimsy- also i 100% thought his shield was purple tinted for weeks while drawing this because the page i used as reference was set at night, and i was originally basing his sweater on his shield- scrapped the cross pattern after several failed attempts but kept the color ^^

the chips are bbq because im biased (reads "crisps" in twilight princess cipher for no real reason except whimsy)

bless my dearest homie for game reccs because the og plan was to have them all be loz games! titles include wii sports resort, elebits, super mario party, smash bros ultimate, just dance 2016 (its box art is colorful ok), and myth makers orbs of doom (I HATE THIS GAME WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING, as i should, anyways i should play it again). four is suggesting orbs of doom, buddy aint even playing,,,

kinda was hoping to play around with hair colors and skin tones a bit more, but again, see the hour count- ill get em next time surely,,, also blue vs violet eyes for legend already had me in decision paralysis

the whole gang was gonna have friendship bracelets with color combos based on dynamics i found neat but oops! didnt finish the layer :')

thats a wrap! didnt yap about everything but im curious what yall catch onto- anyways surely ive learned something about biting off more than i can chew (<<< lying liar who lies)

[captainjimothy]

what i'm learning from this thought exercise is that garak is a bratty sub. i mean, i'd had him down as submissive from day 1, but the brat... well, the brat is obvious in hindsight. it didn't occur to me (bc that's not a dynamic i usually enjoy, and thus i simply do not think about it), but it works very well with garak. after all, his MO throughout the show--arguably his whole purpose, on a meta level--is poking at julian to get a rise out of him.

do you think garak would ever let julian interrogate him. as like a sex thing. like do you think garak would be down if julian wanted to do a sexy james bond roleplay with garak as the Evil Enemy Spy who gets tied up and questioned and tortured and sucked off.

i think he would do it on the condition that the sex part has to make the whole thing worth it, like this needs to be the best fuck he's getting all year or else what's the point. but he's not actually mad about it, not really, because it is fun to watch julian be sexy and confident, even if he's being confidently wrong about stuff garak is an expert in. it's honestly kinda cute. (which is a word garak has never used before and will never use again, but endearing is not much better.)

the other thing he might do is request a payback scene in which they rp sexy rival doctors and garak gets to be confidently wrong about medicine for half an hour until julian snaps.

[todayisafridaynight]

my villain origin story is my mall closing barnes and noble for the summer for renovations NOW where am i supposed to write my 9k word old man yuri slowburns

[fanaticsnail]

Quick! Kiss, marry, kill extreme edition: between Killer, Corazon and Beckman

You are cruel. Cruel, Anon. Why would you wound me like this? There is no "Quick" about this. I'm gonna stare and cry into the screen while I make this horrible decision.

Kiss, Marry, Kill

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Word Count: 820+, 840+, 880+

Synopsis: Kiss, Marry, Kill between Killer, Corazon and Beckman.

Themes: Killer x reader, Rosinante x reader, Beckman x reader. All individual x reader. These are the only ways I can see this playing out, angst, hurt, crying, grieving, mourning, no happy ending.

Notes: If you're gonna make me cry, I'm gonna (try to) make you cry with me because I refuse to go through this alone. If this is the first time coming across my work and wondering what these three have in common: I adore these characters, they are my favorites to think and write about. This anon knows this, and wants me to suffer.

Tag List: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @sordidmusings @writingmysanity

Kiss: Massacre Soldier Killer

After the heat of battle died down, you checked amongst the dust and rubble for your crew. Coughing and spluttering in the chaos, you manage to spy the lengthy mane of your first mate lying beside an array of fallen enemies.

His mask lay chipped beside him, revealing his face to those surrounding. Although his brows are knit down and grimacing in pain: the smile-smile fruit plasters a false and unnerving grin over his lips.

"Kil?" you call to him, your eyes beginning to swell with glassy tears. He makes no sound, his lips beginning to twitch and quiver a silent laugh. "Kil!" your legs pick up speed, only dropping to your knees beside him and caressing his cheeks to rouse him from his unconsciousness.

He mumbled something from his smile that you don't quite pick up. Eyes fluttering open, a soft quivering laugh begins to stutter through his lips. The laughter quickly grew, his eyes meeting yours for the first time without the shield of his mask to hide him.

The expression he held behind his icy blue eyes were a plea. He was begging you to understand his laughter was not deliberate. His lips continued to twitch, and the high pitch squeak continued to grow more and more. Your brows peaked in the center of your forehead as your hands caressed his cheeks and soothed over his face.

"Shh, shh, it's okay," you soothe him, moving your hands from his cheeks to his forehead. Caressing his head, you draw your head towards him. He hastily hooks his arms over your shoulders and tugs you in for a strong embrace while sitting up.

Pulling him in towards you, you're almost forced to sit in his lap to continue caring for him in his manic state. His eyes begin to spill, his sobs ill-reflected in his shrieking laughter. He attempted to bury his lips into your neck to hide his shrill laugh to no avail.

"It's all okay, Kil," your warm tone reassures him as you reach beside him for his mask. All he does is hold you closer, fists balling your shirt at your back and holding you stationary.

Instinctively, you press your lips to the crown of his tangled blonde hair and mutter into his hair your praises as reassurances. His laugh grows more manic as his tears dampen your shirt.

You draw your lips away from his hair and quickly scout the surroundings for any more of your comrades. No remnants of the Kid-Pirates were in the area around you; a fact you reassured Killer of as you pressed your lips against his golden mane.

"It's just us here, big guy," your voice whispers against his hair, "Don't worry about the others seeing your beautiful face and hearing your laugh. It's okay." you press another kiss against his head, "It's just me and you."

He leans into your touch, his breathing evening out with each passing moment. With a shaky inhale, he whimpers another unintended laugh before gazing up into your eyes. Finally coming down from his anguish, his smile remains behind and his lips curl into an unnatural expression in contrast to his sorrow-filled eyes.

You felt every emotion he was experiencing down to your very core. He was in a state beyond anguish, as you were yourself. Your crew were missing, both of you not coming away unscathed from the fight, but relieved in being within each other's embrace.

Pulling the mask from your hand, he hastily pats the mask over his face to shield any more of his involuntary laughter from releasing from his lips and fleeing into the air. Taking a moment to crack his neck to the side and shake off his prior emotions, he rises to his feet and carefully places you on the ground beside him.

"Thank you," he whispers with a soft utterance of your name, nodding with his respect, "We should talk after we find the rest of us. I-... I want to talk about this." Nodding in response, you both readied yourself for the tireless journey of seeking out the rest of your crew, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Killer's mind was racing. The moment Kid was flung away from him to the side of the cliff-face, he flew into a wild rage. He had no idea the atrocities he committed until he felt your gentle touch and your lips on his hair. Grounding himself against your gentle expression of compassion, he finally felt the emotions he had repressed for so long.

Massacre Soldier Killer was in love with you. He had hoped to have the final push to confess his feelings and reveal his face under different circumstances, but some things were meant to happen. He will tell you soon, reassuring himself as he trekked along beside you towards your fallen and unconscious captain.

Soon will come sooner than he thinks.

Marry: Donquixote Rosinante

The meeting was not going at all the way Rosinante planned it. There was a lot of that going around lately, things not quite going the way he planned for it to go. He was a marine spy hiding amongst the predatory Donquixote pirates. He should’ve planned it better.

One such thing he didn’t plan on was falling in love with: his brother’s personal assistant and closest confidant. He thought you were beautiful, sure enough. He thought you were intelligent, absolutely. He had hoped you might enjoy his presence enough to want more of it: seeking you out and writing on his note paper to express as much.

And then you said “yes.” 

The “yes” sealed his fate, his heart exploding and wanting to pour all his love and doting attention into you. The first night you shared together felt as if you were born for each other, bouncing rapport through wordless communication as he flirted with his kind words and gentle touch. 

His touch was like a gentle brush of feathers he adorned on the back of his onyx coat. This touch lead to further, your limbs becoming entangled and lips joining together in an expression of lust and love. He claimed you as his, and you claimed him as yours. 

Another such thing he didn’t plan on was his brother finding out about it. Donquixote Doflamingo never once enjoyed sharing his things. Not even in childhood would he share his toys, his wardrobe, or his favorite snacks. 

His assistant was no different. As soon as Doflamingo, the king of Dressrosa, saw how friendly his Corazon was with his assistant, he knew he had to act fast. 

“I have decided there needs to be a wedding in Dressrosa,�� Doflamingo smirked with his rosy glasses glinting in the light, “And I think my beautiful assistant should be at the end of the aisle.” His grin only grew as Rosinante’s lips parted in shock. 

You were not present in this meeting, being called away to fulfill some meaningless task that was urgent, according to your boss. Rosinante now understood what cruel fate Doflamingo had in store for you, but his intentionally withheld voice could utter nothing to stop it. 

“Although, I’m having a little bit of trouble deciding on who the partner should be,” Doflamingo slouched back into his throne at the end of the table. His eyes were shielded, but Rosinante knew he was glaring directly at him. He reached for his wine glass, shepherding it up to his lips and taking a small sip. 

“I was almost thinking of marrying them myself,” he suggested with an arched brow, “A wedding fit for a king.” The Donquixote pirates leaned in towards Doflamingo with interest as the king of Dressrosa continued to stare directly into his brother’s face.

“Unless,” he sneered up at his brother, “There is another here who would like to hear the pretty noises they make when ravished in the marriage bed.” Doflamingo leans forward, watching as Rosinante finally gives in and scribbles on the note paper in front of him. Rosinante’s face was furious, his eyes holding the fury while his lips curled back into a snarl. 

“If a wedding is what you desire, brother,” Rosinante’s fine cursive scrolled messily over the page, “The other person meeting them at the end of the aisle will be me.” Doflamingo’s smile only grew wider at his brother’s claim finally being met. 

“Do you not like the thought of me laying with them, little brother?” Doflamingo snickered, arising a low hissed chuckle to ricochet amongst the others present. Rosinante scribbled harshly at the end of his page. 

“Me,” was underlined and circled twelve times, his eyes pleading with his brother to end the taunt and accept his claim over you. Doflamingo huffed out a curt hum in response, a short nod being the smallest notion of acceptance of the unity.

“Congratulations, little brother. It seems you are the only one here that would see my dreams of a wedding become a reality,” Doflamingo raised his wine glass, nodding to the rest of the room to lift their glasses. They all raised their vessels to the air, cheering alongside Doflamingo as Rosinante had no choice but to do the same. 

Just as Doflamingo pressed the glass to his bottom lip, he looked over his glasses and offered his brother a final word to seal his fate. 

“I look forward to claiming my right as king of prima nocta, brother,” he growled suggestively over the glass, “And I hope you enjoy the show I’ll make of such an intimate feat.” 

Another oversight Rosinante did not anticipate: his brother’s desire to be cruel in all aspects and areas. He should not expect any less regarding you. Hopefully before this horror will have the chance to come to pass, he will fulfill his task of locating the ope-ope no mi and shepherd you away from this cruel fate.

If not, he only hopes you could forgive him for what was awaiting you in the marriage suite after the nuptials. 

Kill: Benn Beckman

Facing the damp, wooden walls within the brig was not how you thought you would be spending your evening. Especially not with the person lurking behind you and burning a hole into your back with his searing gaze. Without making eye contact with him, you knew exactly the grimace awaiting you should you spare a glance over your shoulder. 

“Not even gonna say a word, are you?” the man growled behind you, his chains rattling with his sharp movement. You closed your eyes and gulped back your inhibitions. Silence was all that met him, your career as a marine meaning far more to you than responding to his taunt. 

Although it was only the two of you down here, you refused to acknowledge him as he prowled behind you in an angry pace. The chains at his ankles rang with each thudded bootstep. Squaring your shoulders, you chose to fix your posture and spare him no utterance of your voice. 

“Talk to me!” he barked at you, his tone almost causing you to jump, “You owe me that much, at the very least!” You scrunch your eyes tightly shut, your lip almost quivering as you hardened your heart and stifled a rising choke in your throat. 

“Please,” he whispered, his body sounding much closer than it should from behind you. You inhaled deeply, your emotions finally spilling over in the form of a shaken exhale. He noticed that small change in tone, reaching through the bars and allowing his coarse hands to brush against your shoulder. 

“Please, my darling,” he whispered, gently smoothing over your shoulder and caressing your uniformed arms, “Please talk to me. That’s all I want.” He slowly traced his fingers down to your forearm and slotted his hand within yours. 

Hanging your head, you returned his gentle touch by grasping his hand firmly within yours. Your tears fell freely from your eyes, your shoulders shaking and lips quivering as you grieved for the man behind you.

The man you, a marine, had loved. 

Your story was the tale of a forbidden infatuation. As the firstborn of an admiral, your fate had been sealed for you from the moment you took your first breath. You were to become the next of your family to serve the world government and rid the world of the plague of piracy. 

But you had fallen hard for the enemy. 

“Once upon a time,” your voice whispered above your whimpered hum, “There were two young lovers who could never be.” His breath hitched, his hand gripping yours a little firmer and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. 

“One was a gunslinging pirate,” he whispered the practiced tale back to you, “The other was a sword-wielding marine.” You nodded, your head still hanging as you turned to the side. Not yet making eye contact, you continued your tale.

“They snuck behind the admiral’s back, hoping to not get caught within the thralls of passion,” you softly smiled at the memory, his own smile falling into a deep hum. He chased your gaze by angling his head down at you. 

“And their lengthy tryst blossomed into a hidden courtship,” he whispered, his gray orbs softening as he sought out your dampening eyelashes. He sighed at the sight of how truly hurt you were and continued on, “The pirate would leave the marine trinkets from travels in distant lands.”

“And the marine would restock the pirate with seastone bullets from the marine’s artillery,” you sniffed back your growing sob. “And then, their tale came to a close for several years. And-... And the pirate-...” you sobbed, your shoulders shaking, “...The pirate’s bounty changed.” 

Benn Beckman finally broke, his forehead resting against the iron bars and attempting to be as close to you as he could. He continued the tale in a voice lower than a whisper, and sweetened his tone to soften the blow.

“...And now the pirate is bound for the gallows,” his teeth chattered with his confirmation, his heart jumping to his chest as he uttered, “And the marine from once upon a time-...” He couldn’t finish the words, his heart shattering with every soft moment.

“The marine was-,” your breath hitched, as you turned to face your long-lost lover as he broke his hard exterior. His eyes were swelling with glassy tears, his lip beginning to quiver as he finally saw your face after so long apart. Reaching up, he caressed your tear-stained cheek and cupped your face within his palm.

“His marine was,” you whispered, dancing your focus between his two eyes as another tear spilled over your lash-line, “The one forced to tie his noose.”

You lingered in this moment together, both mourning the fate sealed for one another. You always knew this was a possibility for your youthful romance, but you could never anticipate the pain it would cause the other. 

Beckman thumbed over your cheek, gritting his teeth and swallowing his resolve. He leaned his face between the bars and softly spoke, with his tone only holding love and tenderness.

“I forgive you,” he darted his eyes between yours as his own tears spilled from his eyes. You reached between the bars, offering him the world on the tip of your tongue.

“I love you.”

[hoshinasblade]

For real, the animator had ri have been a Hoshina loyalists. Cause no way he looks that bad. For a Narumi prompt it could be funny that he gets with someone that doesn't know him. Someone who doesn't believe he is the 1st division captain because they only see him as the "wet cat" version of himself. And we have Narumi losing his mind over the fact you don't believe him

(not sure where tumblr took my post again because i cant find it lol) the budget went to hoshina and his tight shirt and there was nothing left to animate narumi properly. anyway, this is such a cute and interesting prompt because because yes, he is losing his mind over you not believing he is the cool first division captain 😆

pairing: gen narumi x f!reader trigger warnings: narumi gen is a trigger warning himself, just super short because im not used to writing anything narumi-related yet. hopefully you don't get mad at me anon for not going exactly per the ask lol my brain is a mush right now, i'll try harder on my next fics

the rich man is here, shouted the kids from the hallway. you can hear their hurrying footsteps - excited little taps that in turn triggered your heartbeat to race as well. you shut your eyes, calming yourself down.

narumi gen is not exactly a rich man; the children in the orphanage just calls him that fondly. apparently he has been dropping by for years, way back when you weren't working as a teacher yet. the older orphans refer to him as nii-san.

narumi would bring toys snd snacks for the kids, and would spend time with them until the early evening before he has to say goodbye. last time, he played video games with everyone; he brought crayons and sketch boobs for his visit today, and within an hour, it was eerily quiet - the little girls and boys holding their pencils, drawing all sorts of things.

the youngest in your herd, a six-year old boy with a missing front tooth ran to you when he saw you by the door, showing you his drawing - a stick-man figure with a knife in its hand, and an animal beside it which you were not sure whether it's an oversized dog or a giraffe.

"it's a kaiju, and narumi nii-san is fighting it", the boy explained, and you patted him in the head. "he's a captain of his team, i'm gonna be like him when i grow up!"

you looked at narumi who is sitting on the floor, but he was already looking at you. you shifted your gaze. "this is so pretty, we should display it in the art wall", you suggested to the boy who grinned at you, clapping.

"you know that it's not a good thing to do, lying to kids, right?" the children had bid narumi goodbye just past 7pm, and although some of them cried, narumi was quick to promise he would be back next weekend. you were surprised, he used to only be here once a month.

"huh?" he responded to you with confusion. you walked him out the orphanage to the parking lot outside. "i don't know what you're talking about."

"look, i know you are trying to be nice. and i thank you for that. what you've done for these kids is more than anyone else have done for them. but telling them you're some guy who kills kaiju is wrong. and telling them they can be like you?" you scoffed.

narumi's mouth was wide open before he realized you have finished your speech. "but i am a guy who kills kaiju", he replied, his hand on his chest as if he is swearing on his life. "really, i'm not lying. i'm the captain of my team -"

"right, and you fight kaiju on the daily," you finished his sentence for him.

"yes, i am a real badass, i promise!" he exclaimed when he sensed you do not believe him in the slightest. it looks comical how he looks close to panicking over the fact that you are not buying whatever he's selling. he frowned at you, and you stared at him, the eye contact lasting for a few seconds.

maybe this guy is a con-artist and he makes his living manipulating people, you said to yourself. this would make a lot of sense considering you think he has the good looks to lure people in. narumi had flirted at you once or twice before - or you wish he was flirting and you were not just reading too much on his actions.

"you know if you meet my friends, they would tell you the truth," he suggested, his voice cheerful.

"why would i meet your friends?" you asked, equally confused.

"so they can tell you that i am the coolest captain of the anti-kaiju defense force. they would also tell you i am a good man and a dependable friend," narumi said, reciting maybe the contents of his curriculum vitae to you. is he in a job interview? you wanted to ask but didn't.

you sighed in defeat. "are your friends as exasperating as you are?" you asked in jest.

"come on, let me impress you", he told you with sincerity that is almost startling. you were not expecting him to sound so genuine, so adamant at proving himself to you.

the kids will have their dinner in a few minutes and you will be needed to help out. you gave narumi one last glance before strolling back to the orphanage. "i'm off on fridays", you said.

narumi's smile could have lighted the entire street.

[paging-possum]

Coffee worked maybe a little too well I got one artfight done out of eight and I am looking forward to drawing more characters for the next month just for funsies :]

Getting the strongest coffee humanly possible rn before job number two and then these artfights are GETTING DONE ‼️‼️‼️ RAHHH ‼️‼️‼️‼️