#ough I can’t

[timethehobo]

Sweetie woke up.

[nightcatssketchbook]

I was hitting some art block so I felt like drawing some fanart of @abd-illustrates’ Heartless characters!

I realized I never actually watched the final installment of the Concept Corner series, so that’s what I had playing when sketching these. It’s just so fun listening to the brainstorming and cool character connections

[magicicephoenix]

can you really be sure when you’ll never see him again?

inspired by @vypridae’s macabre maltreatment au, where the boys used to be separate but were shoved in the same body and don’t take to it very well :)

[the-last-butter]

DESI KAEYA THE WORLD‼️‼️‼️

[psyduckz]

i can’t stop thinking about damian potentially growing out of vigilantism and pursuing medicine. he was born surrounded by violence, raised to be thrown into battle. an assassin, a weapon, the last robin in a long line, and the first to take off the cape on his own terms

[ricky-mortis]

Young man with potential…

[entnoot]

(WIP) thank you famous necromancer marcille donato for breaking my artblock

[ihavesomejays]

face yourself

closeup under keep reading

[amimuu]

In sickness and health—wait, wrong line.

Uhm…no…no context :]

THE FIVE HOMOEROTIC FORMS OF LANGUAGE—*gets shot*

First time I actually have to blur out text to avoid spoilers huh….MAN how I feel when I want to write out these scenes so bad but like they’re literally past the halfway point on the story so very far away :’) but anyways….sick fic chapter?! Sick fic chapter!!! What in the world is going on???? Idk you tell me lol. But we got Nari taking care of a feverish Lamb! Now usually thanks to the halo thing they shouldn’t be able to get sick like. At all. But yknow…stuff happens…

Here with me, I’ve been ✨sick✨ this lasts couple days and my mental health has probably taken a turn for the worst AND IM ALSO IN THE MIDDLE OF MY FINALS. But we stay strong 💪 and we don’t trust any thoughts about life after 9 pm like god says LMAO

On other news I have a bunch of doodles I’m yet to post so let’s see if I don’t explode while trying to figure out which order to put them up in. Hehe

Now. Did someone say…extras…

What’s going on in that second drawing uh. Ritual? Idk

Did I ever mention the correlation between gods of death and music? No? Uhm. My bad I guess. But my inbox is always open for any doubts! Until then :] hope y’all enjoyed the post!

[purpleexplosive]

I just think that Cody with a lightsaber-

Close ups

[aricatastrophe]

I don’t want what you have / I want to be YOU

[timethehobo]

Scribble of a cutie.

[tanukiimo]

the commander suletta au is living in my brain rent free rn…

[paper-possum-party-pal]

New Narrator fanart!! This time for @bugenthusiast0’s Narrator!!!

I went through a bit of trial and error to get this one right but in the end I’m very happy with how it turned out!

I love @bugenthusiast0’s use of proportion for the design along with the colors! His Narrator is just so jolly looking and I really wanted to try and capture that joy! I say this for everyone’s narrators but she looks so so huggable I just wanna squeeze them! I’m a very big fan of how bug like the whole design is too! You have the obvious parts like the abdomen and antenna, the more subtle fangs and claws, and then the design of the outfit. The suit jacket very much reminds me of an insects carapace in the same way The Other Mother’s outfit does.

Closeups

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

more [svsss] [omegaverse au] because i can’t stop

content warning for some sex pests buzzing around a 7-year-old shen yuan, but it gets handled quickly. and violently :)

any text that’s written [like this] will be a link to a related post or explanation from my other blog

when [shen yuan transmigrates]into PIDW, he wakes up on the back of an ox cart beside a few crates and sacks, one arm tied to the side of the cart. he is seven years old, and he’s just had his first [soft heat]. he’s on the cart for two days, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on (and what the fuck a soft heat is??? he really transmigrated into one of those trashy omegaverse novels??? which fucking one?!!), until the driver drops him off at the warm red pavilion. well. that’s one question answered.

he learns from eavesdropping on the cart driver and brothel madam speaking that his parents, beta farmers, arranged for his sale as soon as he started showing preheat symptoms. they had enough beta children to work the farm, apparently, and a little omega would be too much trouble to handle plus another mouth to feed. it’s not uncommon, he learns, for poor families to sell off their omega children, and he’s lucky that his parents cared enough for him to wait until his first soft heat. any place that would buy an omega before that stage, the madam says, is not a good place for a child to wind up.

the madam finally unbinds shen yuan and inspects him. he’s small and thin, but he can read and write and he’s surprisingly good with numbers. he can’t cook and he’s not very good at cleaning, but he shows himself to be polite and curious. and later, after the sale is settled, the other omegas squeal over how cute he is. when he gains a little weight, they insist, he’ll he terribly popular with their clients. the thought makes shen yuan ill.

it turns out to be true, but not in the way that he feared. at least not at first. he’s trained by one of the older omegas, who teaches him how to properly pour tea and serve the guests. he’s so young, all he can really do is speak with them. that’s more than enough though. their clients adore him, speak with him for hours. they treat him like a favored nephew, bringing him sweets and books and toys that he keeps upstairs in the room he shares with the youngest omegas at the brothel—a 16-year-old boy and a 17-year-old girl. they treat him like a little brother.

there is one guest who they hide him from. he isn’t dangerous, gege and jiejie insist, but he’s very prickly and he doesn’t like many people. he only ever shows up at night, and he always asks for the same room and the same three women. they stay in there for a long time, but the cloying scent of sex never hangs in the air when shen yuan passes by. he never sees the man, and gege and jiejie are pleased about that.

very few of the guests shen yuan does see are bold enough to try to push for more intimate interaction with shen yuan. lingering touches, fingers carding through his hair or stroking his ears, hands brazenly reaching for his thighs. every time, shen yuan freezes up. he hates it more than anything, knows all he’d have to do is shove them away or shout, but he can’t. each time one of them gets that possessive look in their eyes, his blood freezes in his veins and bile rises in the back of his throat. they never do more than that, but he feels disgusting every time.

it doesn’t happen often, really, and a part of him feels like he’s overreacting. they’re not doing anything wrong; this is a brothel. that’s what people do at brothels, right? that’s what he’s been telling himself at night as he scrubs away the alphas’ touch each time it happens. nevermind that they only touch him when no one is looking, that they treat him like he’s stupid and tell him it’s their special secret. he was a grownup just a year ago. he knows it’s bullshit, but his body won’t listen when he tells it to make them stop. he’s tired and overwhelmed and sick of feeling helpless like this, and he can already feel his skin stinging from how hard he’ll scrub tonight just to stop feeling so dirty.

so he cries when this alpha rests one hand on the back of his neck and the other on his thigh. he cries when this alpha noses at his hairline, presses a kiss to his forehead. jiejie sees this time, and before shen yuan’s overwhelming shame has time to set in, she’s grabbed the alpha by the hair and started tugging him toward the door, hissing and clawing at his face as she goes. the madam comes out at the commotion and hears one of her omegas shouting about ‘putting your filthy old hands on our a-yuan,’ sees the boy sitting wide-eyed and tear-stained at the table, and her scent turns dark and dangerous. she takes the man outside. she comes back with blood staining her hands.

no one touches him after that. he spends more time in the kitchens, helps with the cooking and the cleaning. the madam has him help with bookkeeping, and the few clients he sees are regulars that he’s told the madam he sort of misses. even then, the visits are supervised by jiejie or gege.

things get better. no one bothers him anymore. he gets fewer presents now, but that’s fine. he doesn’t want them if it means old strangers get to grab at him under the table. for the next two years, things settle into an easy, relaxing calm. if this is the life he’ll be living in airplane shooting toward the sky’s shitty omegaverse novel, it’s not too bad. it’s easy to find places to help, and the weird little pack he’s been adopted into likes him. it could be worse. he could be a cultivator.

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[lambchop-soup]

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I skipped a few days of the art challenge ‘cuz I was, as the youth say, straight up not having a good time. But I’m back :3

I feel like Black Sapphire would tease PV and SMilk for just standing in a room together, whereas Candy Apple is in complete and total denial

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