#thank u for sending this in!! this was fun

[asexualbookbird]

huh! okay! ill admit, i am (pleasantly) surprised! guess ill do the ask games here at the very least! thanks for the input!

ive had a couple art challenges sitting in my brain for a while now and i havent gotten around to them for the usual executive dysfunction reasons but also because what i REALLY want is to turn my old blog into an art centric blog and leave this as The Book/Personal Blog but reality is. this blog gets more interaction and despite however much i tell myself Do It For Fun Not For Views its just more fun when people engage with your art

so idk. should i continue to post art here?? should i try to revive and resssurrect and actually promote my other blog?? do people even care lol

[lovecharmforyou]

…. just asking this out of curiousity but… any ideas or headcanons on Hyunju x Sangwoo 👀? If you do requests like that ofc. Can always request smth else.

~hyun-ju x sang-woo headcanons/ideas~

this is my first time making headcanons! Sorry if the format isn’t perfect and kinda random haha. I had so much fun making this though hope u like. thanks so much for sending in this ask. I love that u fully made this ship btw I support so hard! Feel free to send In more asks!

— Sang-woo straight up offers to pay for Hyun-ju’s surgery 101 times but Hyun-ju is always too polite to accept money from him. Regardless, Sang-woo is always be willing to spend money on Hyun-ju- even if it’s his last 5$, in a second he’ll spend it on her

— Sang-woo lowkey wants to be a sugar daddy!husband

— When they first start getting to know each other, (outside the games) all Sang-Woo can do is buy Hyun-ju gifts with a quiet nod of the head when he gives them to her. It’s not him wanting to be the rich one showing off, or the powerful one of the two, he just doesn't know how else to show his affection yet. Its how he tries to woo her, but Hyun-ju ends up telling him she doesn't need the gifts or anything to spend time with him! She just wants to be with him

— Gift giving is 100% his love language and quality time is hers🥹<33

— In the games together, his brains and her skills… Them teaming up would be dangerous for everyone else, they could win every game so fast but- Hyun-ju would be wanting to save all these people and Sang-woo wouldn’t exactly want that, with every aspect he has to consider in each moment. But Hyun-ju knocks sense into Sang-woo and convinces him to help her help the rest of their team and friends they made on the inside.

— He’s smart, cynical and a little dark. So naturally he wants a very large portion of the money for himself, but he really takes into account what she says and softens up. Plus, he’d fold immediately and helps her with everything she asks of him after seeing how much she cares about these people and how they make her happy (and realizing how much he wants to make her happy))

— She helps him learn to be kind. She brings it out of him.

— Hyun-ju also brings out his protective side

— She brings out the best in him and he brings out the worst in her— the part of her that is seething with the world, and he sees that part of her and he loves every part of it. He wants to see the dangerous, strategic and tactical part (he sort of sees himself in her, although she is much more unconditionally nice), the spiteful part of her. But he also very much loves the overwhelmingly large sweet side of her. The caring and kind part that makes up most of who she is.

— Meeting in the middle of the good and bad parts of themselves, they use their skills together to win the games with the people they’ve grown to care about in there.

— After they’re out, he follows her to Thailand. Knowing how precious she is, how different and unlike anyone he’s ever met before, he'd never let her go ever again

— Late at night just two of them they’d smoke cigarettes on the beach and watch the stars twinkle

— Sang-woo would propose in a shockingly fast amount of time, under the bright moonlight of a full moon, completely silent other than the sound of waves washing up on the beach. The Intimate moment shared only between the two.

— (Hyun-ju totally cries and is a little bit in disbelief, but saying yes would be the easiest decision of her life)

— Him being so traditional, he puts a big-big diamond ring on her finger and absolutely loves it, as does she

— Their play-fights would turn into a real competition fast. At first, Hyun-ju would feign weakness and lose. But once she gets more comfortable around him, she'd let loose and let herself show her true strength and be her honest unapologetic self. She never thought it was possible to be so okay with being herself with another person. And to be so validated doing so. During their first “playfight” where she lets herself use more strength and technique, she surprises him and catches him off guard, pinning him to the ground. He looks at her in with a small expression of awe, while attempting to be as respectful as ever, he wouldn’t be able to hide the look of amazement on his face

— He's smitten with her strength, her mind, her abilities, to be kind, to be selfish. All of it, all of them.

— And she would love him the very same, and knock some much needed sense into this man

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I <3 Hyun-ju x Sang-woo

[mintaii]

one piece characters! suggestions were taken from here and twitter 🤠

[vcrnons]

THE8 SUPER @ inkigayo 230430 | (remake)

[sideblogdotjpeg]

post battle, one last short rest

[whalesharkstho]

(sorry if this sent twice, it seemed like my internet shit itself)

Your Jazz art has been so inspiring for me, it's been helping me through really dark times rn and just seeing my favorite guy done so much justice and in such a fantastic style makes things feel less hard. Thanks for posting sm and hope you know you'll always have a fan ❤❤❤ (might be able to convince my aro ass to even ship jazzop but we will see lmao /silly)

ahhhhh this message is one i’ve been staring at for a while it’s been making me giggle and kick my feet i’m SO very glad you like how i draw jazz!!! he’s my fave bot to draw and i’m very very happy my art is bringing you a sense of joy!! it’s genuinely all i desire as an artist for people to be happy when they see my work

anyway, here’s a jazz doodle for you!! i’m wishing you well and i hope things get better for you but in the meantime know there will be a pretty much endless well of jazz content from me X]

[purble-turble]

Firstly, I love your art! Secondly, I was just vibing and listening to music, when the song: "Let The World Burn" By Chris Grey, came on... And despite having heard it before, for some reason this time, I thought, wow, this song has a Dark SpicyNoodle vibe, and then my mind jumped to your Demon King Red AU! And honestly, thought it fit pretty well. Anyway, Thank You for reading my rambling, and sorry for the random word dump. I just thought I'd share!

Thanks so much for sending this ask in! I saw this this back in September when I first was going through my art requests and it was actually the first time I had listened to this song and oh my gosh I was immediately down with the Demon King Red vibes of it 😍 So instead of just answering your ask normally I saved it to complete as an art requests even though it wasn’t one and, well… here we go :U

[dwightschrute11]

Mc page 2 except it’s like 2 months late

In order:

@superconductivebeans Julia Wright

@thursdaymoonrise11s Phoebe Honeyball

@faustinio27s Bonnie Hutchinson and Faustine Daemon

@theladyofshalott1989s Damien Evans

@julietpricees Juliet Price

@anomalyalys Elsie Corbin

@sunshines-legacys Sunshine Sparrow

[celestialtarot11]

What does sun in the 8th remind you of?

golden glitter raining from the sky, turning into embers and ashes. smudging onto hard floors, leaving a bittersweet remembrance. you’re crowded by their absence, flooded with their visuals, and yet they remain eerily distant in the shadows. slippery like mercury. hard to get any real grasp, yet they burn so bright you’re blinded by the weight of their existence. always leaving behind their scent, their mark, their words somewhere. you think you see a sign of them, a touch of warmth lights your weary heart, and then it’s cold. cold like the way they stripped you vulnerable with their eyes. they’re desperate for a chance to redeem their soul, yet somehow hide from the sunlight, crawling back to their corners of darkness. morphing into the shadows.

[hungharrington]

omg a huge congrats again on hitting 1K bae!! u deserve it sm and I'm so excited for this sleepover teehee

soooo if it tickles your fancy I figured I'd send smth in early for our communal bf steve, could be as long as u want it to be!

[ GAZING ]  receiver taking sender’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay.

oh and have an amazing day ofc <3

aster! thank u so much honey :') feelin v loved and im glad u were as excited as me!! here's to the communal boyf <3 enjoy <3 MDNI, fem!reader, this entire blog is 18+

You're trying not to be overwhelmed but it's a lot.

Everything feels turned up to 11; the very sound of your heartbeat in your ears, the pulse of lust that thrums through your body, the feel of Steve's cock gliding in and out of your wet heat in a deliciously slow drag. It's a lot.

You can feel yourself trembling, just a little bit, your hands around Steve's shoulders sinking tighter in their hold.

"Steve," you cry, tugging him closer. You need to hide your face away, need to have him closer, need him to go slower— no, faster. You don't know what you want, so you just press your face into his shoulder and mewl his name again. "Steve."

The sound of your slick is loud, a lewd sort of squelch as Steve fucks you into the mattress, his body pressed above yours. He's moaning lowly, one hand on your hip, one fisting the sheets beside your head. He looks fucking ethereal — hair messy and that slight flush to his face, pleasure contorting his features.

His hips meet yours in a teasing pace, deep enough to have your back arching with every thrust and yet not enough. The fire in your gut coils up tighter ever so slowly. You want- you want— you want more. But god, it's so much.

You shift your legs, sliding them up til they wrap snug around Steve's waist — you pull him closer, need him closer.

"Y'good, honey?" Steve asks, voice raspy and breathy. "My girl okay?"

His words only succeed in winding the knot in your belly tighter and you pull him closer, eyes scrunched up as you silently urge him to go faster. You're not sure if you're capable of saying anything except his name. Whiney little noises escape your mouth, chest heaving. You sound completely fucked out.

Steve's hips slow in their pace and the whine that escapes you it pitiful, your legs around his waist tightening in hopes he'll continue. You can feel Steve's tummy press against yours as he shifts closer, his hand moving to move some hair out of your face. He hasn't stopped, his hips still roll into yours, cock fucking in and out of your hot cunt, but it's tantalizingly slow.

"Hey, hey, hey," He starts, voice a low little whisper. "Lemme see your face, hmm? C'mon, look at me." His fingers move, tucking under your jaw and nudging you out from hiding away in his shoulder.

Your eyes crease open, mouth already hung open in a whimpering moan and Steve softens completely at the sight of you; his girl, all teary-eyed on his cock. He purposefully nudges his cock in deeper, his hand on his hip holding you in a place and you mewl out pathetically — Steve surging forward to capture the noise with his kiss. He stays close, forehead pressed against your own.

"Oh, baby," He coos, not unkind. He gives a sloppy kiss to your cheek at the same time his hand travels off your hips, his fingers finding your clit. You gasp into his mouth, back arching up so your tits scrape against his chest, and Steve grins. "That's it, just take it. Good fucking girl, taking what I give her, yeah?"

"Steve," you gasp, fingernails digging into his skin by now. You feel delirious, can feel the beginnings of white hot pleasure teasing at your edges.

"I know, I know," Steve murmurs sweetly, his thrusts starting to pick up the pace. The sounds of your slick mix with the slap of skin on skin as he starts to fuck properly, his fingers still dancing on your clit. You moan louder. "You just take it and feel good, mm? That's it..."

[sacchiri]

Hellsing 2002 calendar illustration.

Ein wunderliche und erschröckliche Hystori von einem großen Wüttrich genant Dracole wayda Der do so ganz unkristenliche marrter hat angelegt die mensche, als mit spissen als auch die leut zu Tod geslyffen

A wondrous and frightening story about a great berserk called Dracula the voivode who inflicted such unchristian tortures such as with stakes and also dragged people to death

[jelzorz]

197.

It feels like treason to think it. Opeli would feel guilty for it on a normal day, she thinks, but the situation is dire and she wonders if anything will ever feel normal again. The Banther Lodge is a far cry from the castle, and it is crowded enough without the kingslaying elephant in the room.

She watches Soren fight Rayla over it.

She watches Ezran hide his tears.

She watches the Kingslayer walk free.

Well, she thinks. There are certainly worse things than thinking it. There are worse things than talking to her friends, her family, who also happen to be part of the council. Worse things have been done than calling a meeting behind Ezran's back, who is the King, yes, but a child first, and he has enough on his hands without this too.

"I don't think Prince Callum can continue being a part of this council."

Soren grimaces. Corvus shifts uneasily on the spot. Barius makes a face and fiddles with his hands.

Opeli stares them down. "Do you disagree?"

A pause. A sigh. Soren huffs and glances through the cellar kitchen window to make sure Callum is still preoccupied with defending Rayla and her murderous father from anyone who dares to look at them the wrong way. "No," he mutters after a moment. "You're right. You usually are, but this... Is Ezran's decision, not ours."

Opeli scowls, some misplaced maternal instinct raising her hackles. "He's dealing with enough," she says shortly. "He's eleven years old, his home has been destroyed, and his own brother returns with the elf that killed—"

"We get it," interrupts Corvus tiredly. "And we're not disagreeing with you. You're right. But what are you asking us to do, exactly? Kick Callum off the council? Is more internal conflict really what we need right now?"

"With respect, High Cleric," says Barius, "are we even supposed to be having this meeting? Isn't it breaking some sort of law to be talking about this before talking to King Ezran?"

Opeli wrinkles her nose at that, the wrongness of this heavy in her gut. "It's not illegal to bring up a concern with members of the council in confidence," she grumbles. It's a weak argument, but it's been played in court before, and she's not above playing the same dirty tactics to keep her king safe. "We are Ezran's council," she asserts. "Our duty is to him and to Katolis and I don't believe Callum's priorities are quite the same. He—" She grimaces too and locks eyes with Soren. "He's starting to remind me of your father."

Soren snorts at that. "Don't I know it," he mutters, and Opeli sees the truth of it in his eyes. Soren would know better than anyone what magic can do to people, the kind of power it gives them, the cleverness they think wielding it grants. "But Opeli, seriously, what are we going to do? We can't just arrest him. All this aside, he's still the prince. He's Ez's brother."

"One might argue that King Harrow was his stepfather, and you can see how much he cares about that."

Another pause. The room flinches because they all know that it's true, what an insult it is to Harrow's memory that his murderer would be allowed to dine at his son's table.

"Have you asked Ezran what he wants to do?" asks Corvus at last.

Opeli winces. "I didn't want to burden him with it," she mumbles. "I don't know that he knows what to do and frankly... I don't either."

"A first," says Barius, not unkindly. "It's all right to be concerned, High Cleric. It's all right not have all the answers."

"Yes, well." Opeli clears her throat and bows her head, hiding her weakness in the way her hood falls over her eyes. "I'm not particularly good at not having answers. I've come to you three hoping you might have them instead."

"I don't think we can help anymore than you," says Corvus wryly. "But our duty is to Ezran, the same as you. Soren and I won't let anything happen to him. The same way Barius won't. The same way you won't. Okay?"

"Call it a secret council pact," adds Soren with a grin. "If Callum does anything else stupid, we step in, no matter what. Deal?"

Hardly, thinks Opeli, even as she nods. She takes what little solace she can get.

[moyazaika]

i would love to know random facts about ur ocs 😭 like what are their pet peeves, hated foods, what cologne do they like, do they prefer coffee or tea, what music do they listen to. it's little things like that that i like learning about bc it kinda brings them more to life in my eyes! love u hope ur doing well

woowww this is so cute and im so sad it got buried in my asks,, :( i'll talk about each of the pointers u mentioned with the oc i think it's most relevant to! hopefully soon i can sit down and revisit more of them in greater depth <3

kenny's pet peeve is privacy. working in security like he does, some aspects of his career bleed into his personal life with you; especially the surveillance. he wouldn't run the company if he didn't believe in its philosophy and importance. he genuinely doesn't understand why you would need to be apart from him/hide something for the sake of "privacy" if you really loved him like you say you do + it's sweet that you think he can take that risk with you, but at a certain point it's irritating him if it's something you really value and insist on, and at some point he makes it veeery clear that either you learn to live with it how it is now lest you push him to take a step even further :) whatever that means, don't ask! - unless you wanna find out that bad :)

valentine hates rice. and it's got nothing to do with the way it tastes. it just reminds him so much of his childhood, where his elder brother would fuck up and he'd have to take the blame for it, since nobody believed his word. he was never very attached to his family members, (resented his brother, michael) but the association of them with the food... the feeling of millions of individual uncooked grains of rice excruciatingly digging into his skin when his parents told him to sit on his knees and think about what he'd done... he can't stomach it now. passes it up even when you set a plate down in front of him, saying he'd rather save more for you but never telling you why he can't even quite manage to look at it.

h.. harper smells like,, d... dior sauvage... he doesn't know about the haha funny toxic manipulator thing,, he only got it 'cus he wanted to look expensive,,, thought it would impress you.... who's gonna tell him... (within a certain radius of harper the air quality drastically drops and the breathable air to sauvage ratio is a 1:99 at best)

dean prefers coffee. black. likes a little sugar, too, if you know what i'm sayin ;) it's less about balancing out the bitterness than it is the joy of dropping in the little cubes and watching them dissolve. :33

feroze listens to rock & metal. but it's a little more complex than that... he loves songs where the singer's voice gives way to a long instrumental, whether that's a guitar solo or something more traditional. he loves when lyrics are so emotional and raw that the only right way the musician discerns they should be delivered to the listener is by screaming them or whispering them or chanting them like a prayer. anything provocative and (paradoxically) comforting at the same time - the very epitome of art being made to disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed. won't ever say it, but he likes showing off how unique his music taste is (though a careful listener might see the pattern within the endless music is always you). feroze could genuinely spend hours merely going through and quietly enjoying the songs on his 99999+ messy and unorganised playlists with you if you'd like to listen <3 has hundreds dedicated to you as well <33

[piipaw]

One more for Grier and Emmrich: 24!

Sleepy kiss let's gooooo my favorite prompt :,)

Takers place after Act 3 romance scene:

Velvet walls hugged them, bathed in gentle green veil fire. There was not much space to move, yet a small flick of his wrist extinguished half the candles in the room.

Together. Warm. Two rested where there was room meant for one. Such enduring affection had his heart thrumming.

Grier had fallen asleep shortly after they'd gotten redressed. While Emmrich was tired as well, he preferred to bask in the other's company just a little while longer. Emotions were still high, having just gotten Grier back from the fade. Surely he could justify losing an hour to the other.

"Rook?" Whispered tone, Emmrich could feel the weariness in his own bones begin to creep up on him. Exhausted from all the emotional ups and downs of getting the other back, gently he nudged the younger mage. "Grier?"

"Mmhnn," unclear if Grier was actually awake, they stretched with eyes closed, undershirt riding up as they found comfort once more to the velvet lined pad below.

"Dearest," once more Emmrich whispered, this time getting one sleepy eye to crack. It made his heart flutter, having Grier all to himself in the comforts only the Necropolis can provide.

Without any other explanation, Emmrich dipped to catch Grier in a kiss. Sleepy, uncoordinated, Grier sluggishly reciprocated, mouth still open as Emmrich pulled off.

"Sorry to disturb," gently, Emmrich readjusted Grier's undershirt, smoothing their side with one hand. His rings caught the dim light, fingers tracing over a band of dwarven tattoo on the other's forearm. He made note to ask why an elf would get dwarven tattoos come morning.

Tucking themselves to Emmrich's chest, Grier was swift to fall back asleep. Their even breaths soothing Emmrich's own quickening pulse as he held the other tight, proving to himself that Grier was real. Grier was back, alive, very real and in his arms.

They had proven that the Maker did not exist, yet it felt no short of a miracle that Rook had returned to him. It almost felt like a divine act to hold Rook after all they'd endured. Perhaps it was. Emmrich wouldn't argue if it meant holding Grier every night until he faced his own final rest.

Content that Grier would not be waking up again any time soon, Emmrich gave one last kiss to the top of Grier's head before getting comfortable himself. Confined in the sarcophagus, not built to rest two, there was no where else he'd rather be.

[sforzesco]

When you talk about Philippino history and then Roman history, as a Venezuelan it's been making me think about our history and like, I've always thought there's a lot of similarity there but now it's like...its so similar. Your house is haunted too! I always think about how we won wars against the colonizers but their ghosts are still there, and they still sit at the dinner table with us every night. Your work is so cool, I feel like I can extend that train of thought further through time. I've never been interested in Rome but now I kinda am!

Venezuela 🤝the Philippines: being haunted houses (colonized by Spain)

also that is so SO real, the ghosts really are with us!! THEY ARE AT!!! OUR DINNER TABLES!!!!! ngl, once you start noticing it, it's impossible to NOT notice how they've crawled into the spaces and just. stayed.

ancient Rome is so weird for it too, because if you asked me about it, I wouldn't immediately put ancient Rome down for haunting the Philippines, except for the fact that like Catholicism, it's fucking everywhere. it's gotten in the cracks and spaces between the walls. On the stage of theater, Nadres' Hanggang dito na lamang at maraming salamat: the main character is named after Julius Caesar

Closet Queeries, J. Niel C. Garcia

and so many people are named after figures from ancient Rome (I know enough Mark Anthonys I've run out of differentiating nicknames for everyone) that it rivals Catholic saints for naming conventions. neo classical architecture had it's moment in the sun in Manila, our ilustrados brought some of it back when they returned from Spain to call for reform, and then independence, and I am struggling to hold back a plague-infection comparison about that. like, something else crept in with Spain, and like Spain's ghosts, it Did Not Leave.

but on the other hand! there's a long, centuries long, tradition of using the events of the Fall of the Republic to discourse, discuss, to vent or call for action, current events. it provides a interlocutor when something hurts too much to say directly, it provides a stage to explore a tragedy that echoes in our own histories, it gives a script to voice an ideal that a government might otherwise put down. how many centuries have we used Brutus (and Cassius) to rail against Tyranny, and how many centuries with equal enthusiasm have people used Julius Caesar as a martyr to justify the rights of Kings and Empires? these things are equally as important (in a different way) from the ancient events that actually transpired. (this specific topic, of Brutus & the Assassination of Caesar and it's literary revivals in history, are the focus of The Brutus Revival, Manfredi Piccolomini)

and the cores of these things conflict with each other, but in that friction, it's like there's an invitation to sit down and think for a minute. to look back at history and feel it's immediacy in the present.

ANYWAY I got carried away, but I am glad!! that my stuff could make Rome interesting!!! I hope that you find new doors of thoughts to explore!!!!!!!

[gatheredfates]

A finished FFXIV Swap for @sylaurin! Loosely based off this post, because there's no way Alisaie would be outdone. Sadu is just there to egg them both on. ☀️