#reblogs are appreciated :)

[gluttondraws]

Here Again, Once More

Another Hifuu piece. Please reblog and thanks.

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[thedreamscapes]

personal work | oil and wax, powdered lead glass, 24k gold, rough opal, cut and polished opal, crushed fire opal, gilded porcelain

The Pale Horse is done! \0/

i am REALLY happy with how this turned out. and the original has a shimmer i wasn't able to get in the photo.

enjoy!

[thesourspirit]

Hey bestie, the ship is cute, but maybe it's time to give our eyes a rest and close ao3, okay? Your friends are starting to worry.

[bruciemilf]

Nah, All Might is correct. If AFO grabbed my wife like that, I’d kill him too.

From my pro hero inko AU :D

[buzdyganys]

Unicorn hybrid Soap 🦄

heard Scotland’s national animal is a unicorn and it really did something for me

yeah..

alt black/white ver

[softal0]

factions but its easy to remember which phighters are in there (phighter renders)

[burythecarnival]

well met, tumblrites.

i have been putting off posting this. writing it out makes this even more real. my beautiful girl boba fett, my best friend, my ride-or-die for fifteen years has lymphoma. it started in her GI tract then spread to her pancreas & spleen. she is also dealing with kidney disease which has eaten away at her muscle. she has been the fucking TOUGHEST cookie ever. she is the sweetest & smartest cat that i have ever had. my heart hurts...my insides just constantly ache from sorrow. i just want her to know how much she is loved & how much she has impacted my life. thank you for reading this far. i am just so fucking heartbroken & do not know what i am going to do without my calico angel.

any help financially is incredibly appreciated. i am paying for her end of life care weekly which includes steroid therapy, pain meds & anxiety meds. i am also trying to put aside money for...the day i have to say goodbye. i hate this.

cashapp: $dryboneslive / venmo: dryboneslive

[snakeupcall]

the best things in life (putting your fave in a skirt) are free

a few alernative versions below

One a little closer and in higher resolution, and another minus bakcground and shading (I can't remove all the shading though, since I also do a bit of it on my base colour layers)

[pleppystuff]

Got into block tales recently and lets just say a certain king took my attention

(Also tumblr ruined the image quality so please click on it for better view!!)

CLOSE UPS BELOW!!

[lecterrcunt]

a little bit of klapollo for halloween

[moderator-monnie]

Some shitposts created by @an-artist-place-for-extra-art for the COTH au, me and my friend rose love our doomed yaoi lol and just shitposting is so much fun.

Bonus

[thedreamscapes]

personal work | graphite, 24k gold leaf, 22k gold ink

4’&2”

do take care, my dear. the afternoon night will make things appear a little different —

[leavingsunsets]

The way you write for some reason makes me feel very calm, ive been wanting to request for a while but i got scared so im sending this and going to bed before i have time to regret it

Anyways hi teehee 🤭 Id like to request a scenario in which Gen and the reader were in a relationship before the petrification and the reader was his assistant so when hes revived in the stone world he tries to find them in between everything else thats happening!

Also could there be some fluff 🫡

I feel like i asked for a lot so if this is too overwhelming feel free to tone it down by like 100

Thank you!!!

RAAAHHH AN INTERESTING SCENARIO RAWR !!! oohhh magician and his assistant ooohh... AND HE TRIES TO FIND THEM TOO RAAAHHHH. Hmm, id say then, this'd be set across events and timelines as Gen's general experience in finding reader!! (and when he finally does) kehe.

"𝔸 𝕟𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕘𝕚𝕔 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪."

[𝙂𝙚𝙣 𝘼𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙞 𝙭 𝙜𝙣!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧]

Gen, the magician, and his just as magical assistant. Well, that was before anyway.

When he awoke, his first priority was himself, of course. Confused, and dazed, he followed along Tsukasa's rule. It all felt surreal. I mean, 37 centuries! Could you believe that? There's no way. A prank, a scheme, a dream.

But the way fear pulsed in his veins whenever he was faced with the prospect of life or death, the way every wound and battering has always reminded him of modernity's passing, the way he's had to meticulously refine every word on his tongue to determine war or peace,

the faint ache of your absence.

Back when he was just Tsukasa's little spy, it wasn't a big matter on his mind. It was his survival, for goodness sake, and he was living under the rule of the strongest teen primate. He had to be selfish, cautious, just in case.

Then, came living in the village. It was peaceful, more casual than the cold and towering rocks that were filled with buff men and women alike. More open, and hopeful, in contrast to the closed off Roppongi hills tower. (Despite previous altercations with the villagers.)

It quickly became like a homely place. Talking so casually with others, peers, friends. Somewhere to feel safe in.

Maybe that was where the homesickness kicked in.

Not for home like a house, per se. He was a traveling magician back in the day, he had no permanent home. But, what he missed was the familiarity of a constant force in his life. That despite wherever he went, there was always something that kept by his side, and him by theirs.

The others were floored when they heard about this. A lover? Him? Odd, as he seemed like such a conniving man, they couldn't ever imagine him capturing someone's heart (He hadn't. In reality, you'd captured his. For the sake of his pride, he doesn't correct them). Senku, as always, was indifferent, and quickly cut their gossip short.

A small reminder, sometimes, when he sees Chrome's oblivious pining to the young priestess.

What was it? was his worry, now that he could afford to think of others.

Where is it? He asks himself, all the time.

It reminds him of his own love story.

Love was such a foreign word to say in a world like this. He used to think of this as a dream, so surreal it couldn't be the reality. Though, it's come a long way since his acceptance of it. That this wasn't just a weird story that he could wake up from, and giggle with you about as you did your routine.

Maybe it hit more than it should've, that this wasn't something he could easily escape from. Foolish, late night thoughts wishing that it was because that way he could rest assured that the first thing he'd open his eyes to was you.

It was just a little push to get him to action.

In the times where he could walk free without being hounded with meetings and discussions as the kingdom's diplomat, he was back to where he woke up, the rocky edge that faced the sea's horizon. Where were you when he was on stage? Behind the curtain? How far did you wash up?

With diligent work, he'd found it. Your stone form was leaning on a dirt wall, tilted, as if glancing to the side. You were waiting for your cue behind the curtain, he realizes. He was almost horrified when he first saw you, spotting your hand at your feet. It was only by luck it hadn't weathered, and could be fixed with a bit of Yuzuriha's stolen glue.

Of course, even then, other things had to be prioritised. The ship, finding a Ryusui, the fields, flying, mapping.

He's visited you everyday, checking for cracks, fallen parts. Sometimes, he would sit with you, just doing about anything by your presence. Sometimes, he'd reminisce, staring at you, relieved, so relieved, that even like this, the world still allowed him to be with you.

He knew, there was a big fat chance of him being called to the ship. So in the dark, early morning of that day he'd voyaged, he'd gone to see you again.

"Hey," he stares, standing in front of your form. Your eyes were stuck looking elsewhere, frozen in a phantom of the past. It makes him remember the familiar scene of you peeking from behind the curtains, eyes searching until they land on him.

"I'm going to be away, for a moment." Gen's calloused hand cup your cold face, feeling the hard stone. He knows you can't feel it, but he still insists on affection.

Before he departs for treasure island, he ensures your statue is under a tree's safe shade.

Time passes longer than he thought, and it was relieving, finally stepping foot back in Japan's familiar terrain. He watches the tearful reunitings of his teammates, smile soft. And despite Senku's oh-so-casual demeanor, he knows that he's just as ecstatic to be one step closer to humanity's revival.

A slight envy, for a moment, but he quickly brushes it off. Gen understands that Senku has priorities, and there's only so much revival fluid to go around. For now, he's satisfied. Even if it took years, and more, he wouldn't mind watching over you for a little while longer.

Walking away from the waterfall, the others are busy chatting, immersed in updating Tsukasa about recent events and developments.

"You guys go on, I'll catch up with you in a bit," Gen chirps from the back, tucking his hands within his sleeves. Minami and the others nod, only giving a wave before continuing on their conversation. With a smile, the magician turns away, not noticing a certain scientist stay behind.

"Wait," Senku speak out, pausing Gen in his tracks. Curious, he gives him a glance.

"Yes?"

Now that he's got his attention, the man takes something from his belt, holding it out for Gen to see.

A vial of- "Revival fluid?" The magician blinks in confusion. "Why're you giving it to me?"

"You said your lover used to be an artisan before they met you, right?"

He nearly sputters, a little confused. "Ah, yes, I did."

It clicks. Gen's eyes widen. The scientist smirks.

"I'm not dumb enough to not notice your little trips," he huffs, and puts in Gen's hand. "Our projects are getting bigger and bigger, and our crafting team can only do so much with their number."

Gosh, Gen doesn't even want to call him out for his excuses. Maybe a little, it also gives him more of a reason to do this.

"Thank you, Senku."

And now, standing in front of you. Sunshine peeking between the tree's foliage land on you. Your usual scent of moss and dirt covered up by the freshly made clothes he's dressed you in. Is this finally happening?

He truly was, deep deep in his heart, thankful, that he was even given such a chance like this.

Watching the acid flow down your head, dripping down your face, he held his breath.

Silence, complete silence. All he could hear was the distant sounds of people, and the whistle of the sea breeze.

For a second, he faltered.

Crack.

One, two more, and a third.

Fragments fall off, landing on the ground in pieces. Your eyes, fluttering as bright light consumed your vision. As it adjusted, the first thing you see is familiar face, one particularly dear to you.

"[name]," he whispers, eyes sheening with tears.

"Gen?" A softened voice, one he's wanted to hear for so, so, long, ever since he awoke, wondering where you were every late night he stayed out to think about you.

Smiling, he fails to hold back the waterworks. It flows down his face, and he doesn't even bother wiping them away. He holds your forearms to keep you steady.

You were finally here, with him. Finally. A few more warm tears squeeze out of his eyes, and he feels your comforting touch against his cheek.

"Gen? What's wrong?"

He leans into your palm, sniffling slightly as his lips wobble.

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong, anymore."

He covers your hand with his. This isn't a dream, is it? He's glad. So, so, glad.

"Welcome back."

[bruciemilf]

“Megan thee stallion would not approve”

“Listen—“

“This is NOT hot girl behaviour”

venom does NOT indorse romances with bums who fight 15 year olds

[chocohedgie]

It only takes two lonely people…

[zinofghast]

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