#thank you! hope you like it ♥

[fauchart]

Animated portrait commission for @gearbroth

[Currently Closed, details here!]

[iamthecomet]

Comet. Beloved. I could look this up but I feel like I'll enjoy your answer much more.

What the fuck is the deal with Bloody Per? Like.... don't think I'm complaining, but w h y?

AHAHAHAHAHAHA ok, SO. I think there's a couple answers to this depending on how you meant this question. Like, what the fuck is the deal with bloody Per in a very literal sense--why the fuck is this man covered in fake blood constantly? I guess because Bloodbath? It was a thing for all of the members of Bloodbath for a while. Like there's video of BABY Per (from like 2008 or something) from a performance of theirs where ALL of them are wearing white t-shirts and are drenched in fake blood. And I just think...Per really leaned into it I mean why the fuck not. Those pictures of him with short hair during The Bloodbath Times make me weak in the fuckin' knees. It definitely was doing something for him and I think he knew it. And, as a side note--there is something about the jeans he wore on stage for a while during that time that are STAINED with it, just fucking SADFNV;JKFV. And that leads me to the other way I can answer this which is: what the fuck is the deal with Bloody Per, as in, why, dear Comet, do you lose all sense of sanity and common decency when you see him? And to this one, I say, I don't know dude I am just like this. One of my sexual awakenings was watching Will Turner get flogged in the first POTC movie. Like I think I came out of the womb like this. Show me a person in pain/covered in blood (their own or anyone elses) and I will show you me at my most vulnerable. Anything you want sir (gender neutral), just tell me and it's yours.

[threshasketch]

I'm Alive! 👋

I'm still dusting off the cobwebs on my art accounts after a few years of burying myself in online work to build up my indie author job. My most recent comments/donations on Ko-Fi from 3-4 years ago made me feel all warm and fuzzy. People were super kind and had no idea just HOW bad things were for me in 2020. If you were one of them, thank you so much! 🥹

A-hem, okay, on to all of the crazy links. I revamped my Ko-Fi, Patreon and Instagram (I finally got the login back again!), and I made a shiny new Threads account if anybody wants to follow me over there. Oh, and I have a YouTube channel, although it has no videos yet! I plan to stick speedpaints on there, so if watching those sounds fun, follow it and you'll get notified as soon as I upload. ♥

It feels SO GOOD to get back to making art on a more regular basis. I'm so, so happy that Tumblr still has folks active on it, because it's basically my fandom home online. 🥰

[ronkeyroo]

And here’s the completed Headshot Commission for dear @blossom-adventures whomst requested for a smirky Ardyn to swipe us off our feet! 💕

[reginrokkr]

peeks in Hewwo I survived my first day of class and we're off on a great start with a whooping 9,38/10 I got in one of the partials I did before Christmas break. I'll be here briefly after I finish dinner to answer the Munday-related thingies I have!

[mythvoiced]

HAPPY TOTAL ECLIPSE DAY!!! 🌒 Moon Prince Min has run across that starry bridge to tackle Sun Hyeongjong in the biggest hug!

@amisetxiles | celestial bodies making me go MASSIVE UWU

All things considered, existence isn't all that bad.

No, honestly, truly, it's pretty damn great.

Everything Hyeongjong has been granted the ability to do has been naught but a blessing to the world he shines upon. It's not arrogance that makes him claim this, on the contrary, it's a way to proclaim how honoured he feels at having been granted such power.

Things bloom beneath his sight, life on Earth exists thanks to him working in tandem with air and water, primarily, along many other finer details outside of his control and somewhat associated to him.

But where there is air and water and sun, there is also...

Ah.

Him.

The smile on Hyeongjong's lips morphs from anticipation to delight. He shines brighter for a second then, as if Minjae were a mirror capable of not only reflecting his light but amplifying it tenfold. To Hyeongjong, the moon prince doesn't take what light he exudes and reflect it dimmer, no, to Hyeongjong, Minjae represents light in a way much warmer than his own.

Hyeongjong has the ability to give life but also take it, to warm and to scorch, to overheat, to be damned to the sky and blackness he resides in, and back onto the Earth's surface, for all the ways he can destroy what he helps bring to life.

But Minjae?

Minjae is always a blessing.

He guides. He illuminates darkest of nights. He's only ever cursed when he's missed.

And even though Hyeongjong understands the disparity in brightness and the source of the moon's light, it is always the prince that will shine brighter in his mind's eye.

Just enough that he can feel relatively selfish and occasionally mentally beckon moments like these to come sooner.

He can't manifest them. Doesn't mean he occasionally tries.

He catches Minjae effortlessly, the huff he emits is feigned and followed by loud laughter as he spins them both around where he stands. The sun and the moon prince, what better duo to translate to warmth?

He sets him down with flares bursting in his eyes in strong delight and grabs his shoulders, shaking him lightly, playfully, before ruffling his hair. "Quick," he whispers, leaning closer like a conspiratorial child asking for a secret. He flares around Minjae like a circle of raw light. "Tell me everything. How have things been? Give me stories to hold onto for 'til we meet again."

[echonidae]

i'm a bit late but!!! :''''') 2022 had a lot of art... ended up cheating and putting multiple pieces per month xD including some commissioned pieces i have yet to post :3cccccc but yeah, i feel like i learned a damn lot throughout the year, experimented quite a bit too, which is nice! sketched a lot as well, and digitally too, which used to be something i could only Dream of doing. got to work with and talk to really cool folks as well ♥ ahhh still got a long way to go, i'm nowhere near how i wish my art looked like, but i'm very happy and proud of these ones :D considering the previous two years had no summaries at all (mostly because there wasn't enough art so i decided to just not make any of those), this is quite the improvement i think! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

but anyway!! thank you so much to everyone who stopped by, who left nice tags and replies and messages, and everyone who commissioned me as well!! you folks are all really sweet ;_; thank you!!!!

[ereborne]

tagged by @ialpiriel a bit ago and then I went afk for data-eating reasons but now I’m mostly back, thank you Del for the tag and also for the patience, I love you ♥ ♥

again I’m supposed to post the last line I wrote and tag as many people as there are words in it, but again I’m not doing that!  I’m very bad at it, and also I’m laying this story to rest (in my document titled Cold Storage, where all the concepts I can’t make work rest until albion’s need is greatest or I get bored, whichever comes first) and I want this my favorite part to be seen before it goes

"If I'm not lying--"  Her mouth twisted wryly and then relaxed. "Yes, I could have.  But it wouldn't have been....It would've been worse. When you put a movement on someone like that, without guiding it, they carry it out with speed and force proportional to how much you want it done, and nevermind how much is good and healthy for their bodies. They'll rip all their joints apart and keep going for you. It's... unpleasant."

"Oh." He couldn't help but swallow. Her hands were on her knees, fingers pressing gently at the hollows and curves like she was reminding herself how they fit together. The thought definitely struck him as unpleasant. "Anyway, these were bandits. Bad men to be sure, oathbreakers and thieves, and maybe they'd deserve a nice maiming, but they're still manual laborers at the heart of it. If they lost their joints, they wouldn't recover without care, healing and retraining the limbs, who knows how much time, and they'd never be the same. It'd be their livelihood." "Uh-huh." The priorities on this one. She'd moved her hands from knees to wrists now, checking the attachments at the back of the hand and the base of the thumb and palm. "So what did you do to them instead?" "Oh, pain." She said it so easily. He blinked. "Every nerve I know, which is most of them." "...Right."

She looked at him, her hands finally still again, a smile in her eyes if not on her mouth. "Not wanting to cripple them doesn't mean going soft on them. I'm not out on this road for some scavenger to strike me down as soon as I pass them by. They'll drop where they stand and count themselves lucky they remember how to breathe through it." She sounded so sane. He nodded to her and gave her a hand up, and did not shudder at the feel of her fingers closing around his wrist. As they walked on, he forced his thoughts away from what she'd actually said and focused instead on recovering the confidence he'd lost earlier, when he had found out she was a priestess. He'd never been wrong after all. She was as rogue a mage as any he'd ever been contracted to kill. 

tagging:  actually the people I’d tag have mostly been tagged already.  @agirlnamedhagrid, @goddammitjim, would either of you like to play?

[lastafton]

| | | | |       @inhxuman   whispered       ::       😨

—   𝙷𝙴'𝚂   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶,      𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂   𝙳𝚁𝙰𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂   𝙾𝙽   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙻.      Dark   red   streaks   on   brown   brick,      distinct   even   in   the   low   light   of   streetlamps   on   either   side   of   the   alley.      How   far   he   can   intend   to   get   he   couldn't   say,      not   in   this   state.

Barely   a   man,      this   one   ;         he's   got   split   knuckles      &&      a   busted   lip,      his   eyes   bright      &&      darting.      There   are   voices   pursuing   him,     shouting,     laughing.      He's   keen   in   a   fight,      brawler   by   nature,      but   this   shit's   got   out   of   hand      —-      a   pack   of   the   bastards,      a   knife,      hidden,      &&      he   was   lucky   to   get   away   with   his   life.

Everything   happened   so   fast,      turned   so   deadly.      Like   stepping   into   a   puddle   only   to   find   it's   a   hole   in   the   ground   sixteen   feet   deep,      &&      there   you   are   at   the   bottom,      drowning.      It   doesn't   matter   if   you   swim   like   a   fish.      You   aren't   getting   out.

Drip,      drip,      drip   ...   crimson   drops   are   forming   a   trail   to   him.      Even   if   the   bastards   didn't   know   where   he   went,      they   would   soon.      &&      what   will   he   do   then   ?      The   end   of   the   alley   is   near,      but   the   other   side   is   echoing   with   𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁.

[the-mjolnir-owner]

WELCOME TO THE AVENGERS AWARD SHOW

intro post here

"The award for Most Powerful Avenger—not to be misconstrued with Strongest Avenger—goes to, well, we don't need a drumroll for this one, everybody. It's the Goldilocks God of Thunder himself, Thor. Most notably known for his ability to render my minor disagreement with Cap as utterly null and void because we all know he would have wiped the floor with us had he actually damed to use his Earth visa to put me in my place."

Tony raises his hand to his earpiece.

"Wait, what was tha—Oh, c'mon. You've gotta be kidding me. I've just been informed that Thor has also been awarded as Sexiest Avenger, a title that has clearly been stolen from yours truly. I hope you and—" He looks Thor over with a twitch of his lip. "—all your muscles are very proud. You really should post your workout routine. Give the rest of us a fighting chance."

@youknowwhoiamaskblog

Honestly, Thor should have seen it coming: the invitation with a strict dress code, the driver who picked him up to take him to an unknown place, the lights, the noises, the people… it all felt like he was going to a show where he was the main attraction. Thor was very used to attention and this time; however, it wasn’t for something gone terribly wrong. Instead, he listened, amused by Tony’s words. Not the strongest Avenger, alright, he could live with it. About wiping the floor with his teammates, well… he had been quite busy in Sakaar with Bruce back then to intervene in their parking lot fight, but he’d never skip an opportunity to beat up his teammates to make them see reason. “Thank you, my friend!” Thor patted the other enthusiastically, accepting the, hmn, award? “I can live with these titles from now on. If I ever beat you all up again, see it as an act of love to make you evolve as a people. And, I’m working on recording my work out routine so you all can feel like an Asgardian.”

[puppy-phum]

hiii you're edits are amazing!! can you make an edit for akkayan with the chorus of home by one direction? here are the lyrics:

And it's alright Calling out for somebody to hold tonight When you're lost, I'll find a way and I'll be your light You'll never feel like you're alone I'll make this feel like home

thank youuu!

thank you so much for this request ♥

here's the edit ^^

i haven't done any akkayan/the eclipse edits before so this was a nice change. i hope you like what i came up with! it was a bit of a struggle on some parts but am quite happy with this.

i was so excited that the lyrics you chose from this song allowed me to explore the part of akkayan relationship i love the most. i adore it how they can be each other's rocks in a storm, and how despite their differences, they choose to understand the other's pain instead of using it against the other. the song is a perfect match in that sense. i also had fun listening to it and checking out the rest of the lyrics so thank you overall ♥

i hope you are having a wonderful start to your weekend!

[interxstitial]

❝I made you a valentine. I wanted you to know how I appreciate our friendship.❞ (logwon 🥹)

platonic valentine’s day prompts: ACCEPTING!

in new york (or perhaps the entire country), apparently everyone celebrates valentine’s day. except single people, but not if they’re perfectly content with that and simply enjoy giving candy and flowers to the important people in their lives. even if they are, though, that still doesn’t guarantee that they celebrate valentine’s day, and sometimes someone will celebrate this year but not the next, or vice versa. it’s a bit confusing. so far, jiwon has received a mountain of chocolate, several bouquets, a cactus, two plush toys, and more handwritten cards than he can count from his students (and, by extension, their parents). according to delaney cruz, seven years old and very much up to date, everyone at school gives valentines to their classmates and teachers.

so jiwon shouldn’t really be surprised when logan pulls out a handmade card, with happy valentine’s day written on the front in his very distinct penmanship. with every second, glitter falls from the card and onto his sofa, where it will surely remain for several years. he spots a few hand-cut hearts, too, slightly peeling at the edges despite logan’s best efforts to paste them securely. but jiwon is—surprised. 

“oh,” is the first thing he says, wide eyes blinking several times. a bewildered sort of smile tugs at his lips, but it quickly warms as he accepts the card and looks over it closely. a true labour of love. jiwon decides that he’ll frame it, keep it on his bookshelf beside his favourite novels. “thank you, logan. this is so sweet of y—”

a duck.

there’s a duck in front of him. a white, super soft, adorable plush duck with a green ribbon tied around its neck and a neatly printed poem attached:

congratulations! it's your lucky day! a good luck duck has waddled your way. this rare little duck brings luck to you, like a penny, clover, or golden horseshoe! in any moment when you need luck quick, hug your build-a-bear lucky duck, and it should do the trick!

“oh,” jiwon echoes, momentarily lost for words like a duckling that’s wandered past its pond. the precious thing is downright adorable, and jiwon immediately buries his face in its round, downy belly as soon as he takes hold of it. he’s smiling so wide it should hurt, cheeks flushed with delight, and his body tips tips tips over until he’s collapsed against logan with a laugh like church bells. “i love it! i love it all, thank you so much! you’re the best!”

(for the rest of the evening, jiwon doesn’t let go of the duck or logan.)

(and he is perfectly, wonderfully content with this.)

[yorxichi]

雷神 (thunder goddess) —- "Is there something you need?" She query’s the lingering stranger with a firm tone, making it quite clear that even though she could not visibly see them, she had been aware of their presence for quite a while now. Despite this, her posture remains as is; seated upon the viridescent pasture 'neath her; one leg is bent with her foot resting on top of her left knee, while the other is placed in front of their right leg -- Yoruichi's back remained facing them (whoever they were) while both eyes remained shut; indicating that she was currently in a meditative state and that this slight interruption somewhat irked her.

However, she doesn't allow that to remove herself from her current position, and she slowly inhales (the air around her soft and warm; soothing) before exhaling. Adjusting her mind once more. "Or are you lost?" The goddess adds, this time her tone is a lot more calm and gentle.

@soulwrought liked (x) for a starter

[mythvoiced]

@devangelis | ♥

"Kang Ae-ri is the only designer who doesn't make me want to get on the news for different reasons than my spectacular reputation. And what do you do?"

[hazbintales]

@mcthbitten ⸻ ♡  SPICY  ACTION  PROMPTS. / Accepting.

COLLAR val with angel maybe ?!

[  COLLAR  ] ;  the sender puts a collar on the receiver.

It wasn’t uncommon for Angel to find himself on Valentino’s bed. His clothes were gone, thrown somewhere on the floor of the other male’s room. His eyes looking up at Valentino as the other placed a collar around his neck. This time not with the smoke of Valentino’s power, no, this was a real and solid one. Angel stayed still until he locked it on him, eyes never leaving Valentino’s face.

“ A collar this time? ” He asked with a smirk on his face. “ Aw, Val, you shouldn’t have~ ” He leaned up and placed a kiss on Valentino’s neck. He leaned back down on the bed, blinking up at him. “ What are you gonna do, now that you got me collared? ”

[sigelfire]

🤍🩵

Ohhhh... I am so amazing that I scare you and you love me?

Thank you!!!! I am damn sure you're scaringly amazing and of course I love you too :) <3