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“if you stay locked out then you will lose everything
you will lose your source of income
you will lose their trust in you
you will lose your education
you will lose your time
you will lose the respect they have for you
you will lose the opportunities
you will lose those promises
you will lose your friendships
you will lose the college experience
you will lose the easy path
you will lose the life you’re building
lock the fuck in !”
- me asking my sister to motivate me c:
gonna go be an academic machine now
#motivation#studyspo#study motivation#collegeblr#university#burn out#mean motivation#motive#burnt out#stay focused#stay locked in#lock in#schoolblr#uniblr#academic#academia#academic machine#manifesting#2025 goals#i’m not stupid#manifest#high grades#dark academia#light academia#chaotic academia#meanspiriation#academic validation#college#college life#university life
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I'm diagnosed with Cater Diamond in the brain and there's no cure for it
#not complaining tho he can stay in my mind forever 🫶#actual fanart? from me?? unbelievable#ofc he gets the artist's special character treatment: flowers in his hair <3#quick improvised bg bc I couldn't spend much time on this and I didn't want to leave him floating in a void. Don't look at it too much lol#anyways Deeva's new lock screen just dropped! (wonder who put those flowers in his hair hm)#twisted wonderland#twst#twst cater#cater diamond#my art
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obsessed w these boneheads as of late :]
#griddlehark#tlt#the locked tomb#gideon nav#harrowhark nonagesimus#gtn#when u and the situationship livin it up in a haunted palace... FO FREE!!!!!#i wanted 2 do a background 4 this but college and work have been kicking my ASS so#figured i should just post it and move on i got other sketches and wips#anyways hello tlt fans do not expect me 2 draw anything the same twice. love u <3#in this kitchen we fuck it And we ball. no artistic sameness and we like it that way. i also serve food once a month#stay at your own risk#i've been going insane over tlt by myself on my side acc and the longer i have no one 2 talk abt nona grief with#the more art i will pop out. but also pls i need 2 talk abt this shit w someone i'm coughing and dying out here
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#chastized#caged chastity#chasity#locked in caged#locked and plugged#chastity training#stay locked#locked in lust
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my neverending quest to draw one single Idia that I don't immediately hate
#art#twisted wonderland#we'll see how i feel about this one later ( ᐛ )#(look. if i waited to post i would never post anything)#oh well this is why we practice i guess#the solution is obviously to just draw more idia#anyway gimmie a bit to catch up with everything as holiday stuff sinks its claws ever deeper into me#sometimes i'm just like...yeah idia has the right idea locking himself in his room forever and refusing to engage in social interaction#(it's fine just a lot going on at once)#(y'all have a good one and stay warm 🧣)
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found those sketches I mentioned. and added more
#fantasy high#fhjy#dimension 20#riz gukgak#ft. figueroth faeth gorgug thistlespring and fabian seacaster#I think compared to that first sketch I did of everyone the way I draw these guys has changed a decent amount#which is how it goes lol... its why they tell u to draw a design a Lot before locking it down for ur project#but then I also dont fuss too much abt the details outside of the necessary continuity of like. a comic thing. we have fun here!#as long as the general shapes n such stay relatively recognizeable Im cool with it. Im chill we dont need more than that
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Channie's insta live + wolfchan 🐺
#stray kids fanart#skz#bang chan fanart#bang chan#skz channie#cb97#stray kids#skz fanart#skzoo#wolf chan#first time drawing wolfchan#also this went from a casual doodle to a fully finished sketch lol#locked in blacked out n done#bystay#stay art#staysource#channiesnet
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I read the wonderful Gideon The Ninth a few months ago (thank you to the most excellent @friendamedes for the rec <3) and tried my hand at drawing all the necromancers as a character design exercise! it was a lot of fun :)
1 like = 1 kick to my ass so that I can be bullied into finally reading the rest of the series (i really want to! i just have a hard time focusing on books!)
#please no spoilers tho!!! thank you :)#i have a couple more tlt drawings in the vault so stay tuned#artists on tumblr#the locked tomb#tlt fanart#gideon the ninth#harrowhark nonagesimus#ianthe tridentarius#coronabeth tridentarius#palamedes sextus#tlt#noah.jpg
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Proof that Nagi lost Barou and immediately picked Rin as his new 'guy I love to piss off' ⬇️
Second Selection:
Third Selection:
But also: area man can't be bothered to think at his job but displays a very active imagination over which of his coworkers reminds him of what animal/which of them should be put in a maid outfit (he is all of us).
#i see parallels in additional times too 🤷🏻♀️#nagi seishiro: born to stay in bed and gossip forced to become a soccer prodigy#yukki replaced isagi as gossip partner#barou shoei#isagi yoichi#itoshi rin#nagi seishiro#yukimiya kenyu#blue lock
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Comfort after a shattered dream
...or at least that's what I imagined💀 After seeing the story update, I think she'd opt for a more subtle action ↓
she's not letting go of his hand
#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland oc#twst oc#twst cater#deeva twst#cateeva#my art#something something holding onto the only personal relationship that remained the same in and outside his dream#<- that was the original idea for the first drawing#ANYWAY- effect layers my beloveds they saved that piece bc I wasn't in a rendering mood LMAO#Before seeing his model I thought he only had one side of his head braided#and it stayed like that here bc 1. I didn't feel like changing the lineart and 2. side braids would have looked a lot better 😭#like. top head full of tight cornrows..... gotta protect his beautiful ginger locks or he's gonna look like a medieval catholic monk soon-
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has anybody done this yet
#gideon the ninth#harrowhark nonagesimus#cw ianthe tridentarius#the locked tomb#tlt shitposting#meme redraw#yes i will continue to exaggerate harrows smallness for comedic effect#i stayed up till like 1 am drawing them#and like right after i saved it our power went out LMAO#i am one lucky son of a bitch ill tell you wahat
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ok we've been losing our minds about seeing quinn with kids but imagine him losing his mind seeing you with kids and babies. they're just so naturally drawn to you, smiling and giggling at you. when it's time to leave the kids pout, the babies cry and refuse to let go of you. it breaks his heart a little, but then he thinks about how you have that effect on kids and his heart is just so full and warm. he can't stop smiling thinking about how great of a mom you're going to be one day
It’s something Quinn’s been noticing more and more — how babies and kids always seem to be drawn to you, like there’s some invisible pull. He sees it everywhere, little moments that only fuel the quiet ache he’s been carrying, a bad case of baby fever that just keeps getting stronger.
It was a late summer afternoon at his friend’s BBQ, the kind of day where everything felt a little softer around the edges, the air warm and filled with lazy laughter and the smell of grilling food. Quinn was mid-conversation with a few of his buddies when he glanced over and spotted you down on the driveway, a piece of colourful chalk in your hand, showing his friend’s daughter how to draw a flower.
You were laughing, your voice floating over the soft hum of conversation as you patiently guided her tiny hand.
“Like this, see?” you were saying, helping her press the chalk down firmly. “And a little harder here — see how it makes the colour brighter?”
The little girl, determined to get it right, nodded with intense concentration, her face scrunched up in that serious way kids get when they’re trying so hard. She pressed down on the chalk with all her might, the green and purple smudges already staining her fingers. And you, just as focused, knelt beside her, not minding that your knees were getting chalky too.
Quinn couldn’t look away. The sight of you like that, so at ease, laughing with a child who was barely up to your waist, tugged at something in him. He imagined a version of this scene in a few years’ time — maybe it was a little girl with your eyes, or his determined frown, a toddler who insisted on doing everything by herself. He could already see the two of you, that same effortless connection, sharing these small, beautiful moments, and his heart did this odd little flip that made his chest feel warm and tight at the same time.
The little girl tugged on your hand, proudly holding up her chalk drawing. “Look! I did it!”
Your smile lit up, and you nodded, leaning closer to inspect it. “You did! That’s amazing! I think you’re a pro at this, honestly.”
Quinn’s friend nudged him with an amused grin. “Man, she’s a natural. I think the kids like her more than us.”
Quinn only nodded, distracted, not fully hearing what was said because his mind was spinning. It wasn’t just that you were good with kids — it was the way you seemed to understand them, to genuinely enjoy being there with them, in their world. And suddenly, this idea started to blossom, the thought of a life where this wasn’t just an afternoon at a BBQ but something that happened every day. He pictured you like this, kneeling in your own driveway with a little one by your side, his heart pounding with a kind of certainty he’d never felt before.
Lost in thought, he didn’t realise he was smiling until you caught his eye and gave him a playful little wave. Quinn’s chest tightened, a shy grin pulling at his lips as he waved back. He barely heard his friend teasing him about being “smitten” because in that moment, all he could think about was how right this felt, how natural, and how he wanted that future with you more than anything.
It happened again a few weeks later at the grocery store, a place Quinn usually breezed through, his list memorised, rarely giving more than a glance to the colourful chaos of the cereal aisle. But that day, he was momentarily caught up, staring at the endless choices, debating between two boxes. That’s when he heard it — a tiny giggle that somehow cut through the chatter of shoppers, the hum of the store. Glancing over, he saw you a few feet away, your attention fully focused on a baby sitting in a shopping cart beside you.
The baby, not much older than a year, was staring up at you with wide, amazed eyes, completely entranced as you wiggled your fingers and made a soft, silly noise, your face lit with an easy smile. You repeated the sound, and the baby’s mouth dropped open, then let out another round of giggles, that beautiful, innocent laughter that would soften anyone’s heart.
Quinn couldn’t help but pause, frozen mid-decision, just watching. The baby’s mother had been focused on reading the back of an oatmeal box, scanning ingredients with the usual distracted look of a tired parent. But after a moment, she glanced up, noticing the small, quiet exchange unfolding beside her cart. Her gaze softened as she took in the sight of her baby reaching toward you, chubby fingers stretching, drawn to the warmth in your playful smile,
And then Quinn’s heart did that strange, achy thing it had been doing lately, where he felt both immensely full and oddly vulnerable, like he’d stumbled onto a vision of the future without realising it.
He imagined you like this, but with your own baby — a little one with his dark hair and your bright smile, or maybe a mix of everything he loved most about you. The two of you would share that same joyful bubble, so completely at ease with each other, lost in some private little world only you two would understand.
Quinn placed both cereal boxes into the basket, feeling a strange warmth build in his chest, one that he couldn’t seem to shake. His fingers tightened around the handle of the basket, the weight of the thought filling him with a kind of quiet longing. It was such a simple scene, one he’d seen a dozen times with strangers, but with you…it was different. He was already imagining a life that was filled with moments like this, and the ache that came with it was exhilarating, a reminder of how badly he wanted this — wanted you, wanted this life with you and all that came with it.
“Hey, are you ready?” you asked, glancing over and catching his gaze, breaking him out of his reverie.
He blinked, realised the mother and baby had moved on, then nodded, feeling a soft blush creep up his neck as he tried to play it cool.
“Yeah, just… got distracted,” he muttered, but he couldn’t hide the small, knowing smile that stayed with him all the way to the checkout, the warmth of the thought still lingering as he followed you down the aisle.
The feeling roots itself deeply, one he can’t quite ignore as he watches you with his cousin’s 8-month-old, who’s been wide-eyed and mesmerised by you since the moment you walked in. The baby, fussy with everyone else, settles effortlessly in your arms, chubby fingers curling tightly around your shirt, her small head resting trustingly against your shoulder.
Quinn’s cousin chuckles, watching you both. “You’ve got some kind of superpower,” she says, amused.
You smile down at the baby, shifting your arms to hold her closer as you sway gently, instinctively.
“She just needed someone to chat with,” you murmur, your voice soft and soothing.
You don’t see Quinn across the room, his gaze fixed on you, like he’s trying to memorise this scene, the tenderness in the way you hold the baby, your gentle laugh, the look in your eyes. His chest tightens, that strange warmth filling him again that’s both beautiful and a little overwhelming.
From beside him, his mom nudges his arm lightly. “You’ve got a look there, Quinn,” Ellen says quietly, watching him watch you.
Quinn gives a faint smile, eyes still locked on you, almost in disbelief.
“She’s… good with kids,” he says softly, as if the realisation itself has him feeling a little unsteady. “Just — look at her.”
Ellen’s face softens, a knowing smile lighting her eyes. “Some people just have that kind of warmth. Kids feel it. She’s going to be such a wonderful mom someday.”
Quinn glances at her, but his gaze quickly finds its way back to you, his heart doing an uneven thud as he watches you look down at the baby, cooing softly as her eyes close. You look up then, meeting his eyes, and you send him the sweetes smile, one that makes him feel like he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be.
His mom places a hand on his back. “You’d make a wonderful dad, too, Quinn,” she whispers.
Quinn swallows hard, feeling a sudden swell of emotion he wasn’t prepared for. His mom’s words settle over him, and he feels it, the truth of them, sinking in deep. He’s always thought about it in passing, but the whole idea feels closer, more real, like something he could almost reach out and touch.
“You really think so?” he murmurs, voice barely audible, eyes flickering to his mom.
Ellen nods, her hand a steady presence on his back. “Absolutely,” she whispers, surprised that he even has to ask, her smile softening. “Have you two talked about kids lately?”
Quinn’s face flushes slightly as he keeps his gaze on you.
“A little,” he admits quietly, a small, almost shy smile creeping onto his face. “I mean, I think about it all the time.”
Ellen chuckles, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. “Well, whenever you’re both ready, you’ll be wonderful parents.” She pauses, trying to keep her smile from widening. “I can see it already. A Baby Hughes with those gorgeous dark waves,” she laughs, reaching up to ruffle his hair.
Quinn shakes his head, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he gently swats her hand away. “Mum,” he murmurs, trying to hide how much he’s secretly loving the idea.
Ellen laughs, her hand falling to his shoulder in a gentle squeeze. “No pressure, of course,” she says, though there’s a glimmer of excitement in her eyes that she can’t quite hide. “But when you do, I know you two will make a great team.” She looks back over at you, voice dropping. “You both have so much love to give.”
As he watches you across the room, swaying gently with his cousin’s baby asleep in your arms, he can’t shake the feeling that someday, hopefully soon, this picture will be a little different — a little closer to home.
Later that night, in the cosy guest room at his parents’ house, you lie curled up against Quinn’s side, watching the soft flicker of the TV in the dim light. His arm is wrapped around you, fingers tracing gentle patterns on your shoulder as you both unwind from the family gathering.
In his other hand, he’s casually scrolling through his phone, when he pauses, then turns the screen your way. It’s a picture his cousin posted of her daughter in your arms at the party. In the photo, you’re smiling softly, looking down at the baby as she rests against you, and the sight of it, even through a screen, makes his chest warm.
“That’s a good picture,” he murmurs, his voice quiet, thoughtful.
You smile, curling up closer to him, resting your head against his shoulder. Something about that moment earlier had felt so natural, so easy. And as you look at the picture, that feeling stirs again, warming you in a way that feels both exciting and a little nerve-wracking.
After a pause, you swallow softly, gathering your thoughts, and then, before you can second-guess yourself, you say, “hace you thought about having… you know, a baby? Starting a family?”
Quinn tenses for a split second, and you can feel his heart pick up, thumping faster under your cheek. He pulls back a little to look at you, eyes wide with surprise.
“Did my mom talk to you?” he asks, a hint of suspicion, as if he’s caught onto something.
You let out a laugh, the tension breaking instantly, and sit up, leaning back against the headboard as you turn your body toward him, raising an eyebrow. “No, why would she?”
Quinn rubs the back of his neck, chuckling softly. “She, uh… she sort of mentioned it earlier. Said she thought we’d make a great team as parents.”
He glances down, a hint of a blush dusting his cheeks, and there’s a shy look in his eyes when he looks back up at you. The gentle vulnerability in his expression makes your heart squeeze, and you can’t help but smile.
“So,” you say, voice small, “what do you think?”
He shifts a little closer, his hand sliding to the back of your knee, fingers tracing gentle patterns. “I’ve actually thought about it a lot lately,” he says, his voice steady, direct, like he’s sharing a part of himself he’s been holding onto for a while. He glances at you, his hand giving your thigh a soft squeeze.
There’s a quiet intensity in his eyes, an openness that makes your heart flutter. “I just… I can see it, you know?” he continues, a faint smile tugging at his lips as his eyes linger on yours. “Us, with a little one. And…” He chuckles, pausing, looking a bit shy, “I wouldn’t mind if that happened sooner rather than later.”
You feel a warmth rise in your cheeks, the blush creeping up as you take in his words, your heart skipping a beat. He’s watching you with such earnestness, a quiet hope in his gaze that matches the longing you’ve kept close to your own heart.
You say it softly, almost like a secret, “I’ve been thinking about it, too.”
The words settle into the quiet between you, filling the space with a warmth that’s been building, unspoken, for weeks. Neither of you rushes to say more, just letting the admission linger, letting it shape into something real and close.
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i wrote homeward a little while ago that sorta touches on this too if u wanna check that out too hehe
requests are open - let’s daydream!
#i have nothing else to add except…. DREAMY SIGH#I stayed up until 4am writing this I was locked in lol#capquinn's writing#capquinn’s requests#quinn hughes
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#chastized#caged chastity#chasity#locked in caged#chastity training#stay locked#locked and plugged#locked in lust
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This one is for all my fellow "My gender is 'I have a job and I can't worry about that right now"'. I see you.
(part 1, part 2)
#fourfold soul#Nobody#Fitch#While it does go counter to the spirit of the main character having no name no gender...I have decided to reveal-#-my placeholder name for to keep a proper tagging system. This was the reason I ended up reading the odyssey by the way.#I needed a placeholder name for our cowboy exorcist and I went with 'Nobody-haha-like-in-the-odyssey-wait-what'.#Project discussion wise this isn't the name we use when talking about this character. *That's* staying a secret.#This comic idea was actually one of the first things I ever sketched for Nobody.#The rhetoric at that point was to show off to my game dev partner the humour in having No Gender for a protag.#None binary with a side of 'I don't have the capacity to think about that right now.'#There was a 4th panel to go along with this but I cut it for time. I'll post it separately later on.#I had to take some steps back to solidify character designs but now I've got them LOCKED DOWN.#WE ARE BACK. I WILL MAKE OUR BELOVED CHARACTER'S KNOWN. THROUGH SILLY COMICS.
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Girlfriends
#griddlehark#gideon fanart#gideon the ninth#harrow the ninth#gideon nav#harrowhark nonagesimus#tlt#the locked tomb#gideon x harrow#this was going to be a high school AU#and then I made Gideon a WOMAN#and now it’s college I guess#Harrow is still a twink#might draw preppy ianthe and Coronabeth next#or maybe nerd pal#stay tuned
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💕cats are an it girls’ best friend💕
#that girl#beautiful#becoming that girl#dream girl tips#glow up#hydration#journal#lock in#meditation#jobs#cats#cats of tumblr#self care routine#self care#cute cats#cat#mental health#stay healthy#motivation#productivity#self improvement#social media#wellness girl#winter arc#work from home#yoga
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