#they can't fall into human hands

[the-composer]

guy who keeps his angels shed feathers in vases in the pad

[eternally-tired-cryptid]

Y'all would not believe the situations I can put ocs in. Rotate them in my brain microwave.

[licorishh]

i love og soap too much. my stomach hurts. i don't feel good.

[spotaus]

Coda and Ichor! (Catacombtale Style!)

These two don't have a *ton* of interaction in the Main story, but since Ichor and Balance are the only two characters I've fully designed, Coda gets stuck next to him, haha!

BONUS art jumpscare:

These two actually exist in another project I'm working on too called Codex, which is basically just removing the UT aspects of Catacombtale and doing a lot more worldbuilding and character design!

Coda is older in Codex and is marked by an old God (which should get him jailed or killed, as it means for everyone else) but he hides it for years and years before he finally flees the complex he's living in to go confront the gods and stop their destructive path. Meanwhile Ichor is much the same, only he's much more ready and willing to help Coda without much prompting. Here he's also sort of a Koi Fish! (His brother is a Betta Fish)

[breadedsinner]

I think at this point I've got it down to 2 very broad Rooks:

Dwarf Slayer, Either Shadow Dragon or Lord of Fortune, romances Neve

Qunari Spellblade, either Shadow Dragon or Grey Warden, romances Davrin

I do not know how I'm going to decide which will be first/canon... it might depend on who's writing who.

Dare I hope Chee wrote both....

[kakusu-shipping]

Pokemon Self Inserts but make it the Anime + Pokeani F/Os except for James because I put all my Drawing Anime Man energy into designing Captain a Humansona for no reason other than he seems like the type to have one.

[nexus-nebulae]

i want to remove my new shrimp's pringle bc i wanna whack people with the Plush Tube but it's sewn on so I'd have to use my seam ripper

it won't make holes and he will still have the pringle only he can share now

[aq2003]

series 3 is so frustrating because there is like a shining core of pure diamond underneath the problems . like conceptually it rocks so incredibly hard. but the problems

[idledreams4]

Cas inspired doodle on my hand from earlier today

[kirbyddd]

ok that was a new one

[squipperooni]

Denial is a river in Egypt

You sir have an unhealthy coping mechanism

[Gᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ]

[elytrafemme]

i want to be like you. i want to slip under your skin and absorb whatever chemicals and hormones make you the way that you are. i want to rip a hole in your heart so i can sleep inside and my head will pound with yours as you stumble forward unknowingly. i want to understand the conscious thought that comes every time you extend your hand out and i want to drink those lines of thoughts like an antidote to this. i want to understand weathering the painful and still having this quintessential piece of you, this sacred thing i can never have again, i want to chew it up and swallow it and let the appendix burst inside me because you can't get rid of it. you can't take this liquid consistency from me again. most of the time i don't know if i'm still bleeding or if i just temporarily stopped. if i can hiatus my own blood like a superpower i never wanted. i want to bleed all the time and everywhere, i want us both soaked in blood because there's no other way to end this. i am clawing up the walls and screaming into your ribs and smearing my tears against your calloused skin and i don't think you can hear me at all. i don't think you can see me. you see the shadow behind me, the same as ever, but there are no shadows if there are no men and you must see me deconstructed and hate, hate, hate it. and love it as well.

[star--nymph]

there's something so special about the god x mortal ship when it's not 'I love you out of a million mortals because you're special' and more when it's 'I fell in love with you because you're so intrinsically human, so finite and yet you lived longer and more deeply in your small life than I have lived in a thousand years and I am envious and in awe of that'

god is humbled by humanity because they will never know what it's like to love and live despite how small they are

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

sweating and shaking over whether or not to up my rating of the revenge of frankenstein to 5/5.

[celepeace]

I'm in that weird middle ground where I'm good enough at drawing that it wows people who aren't artists and don't know any artists but not good enough that I could even really consider it a talent

[leyiorr]

i can't stop looking at her t-t-t-t, FACE!

mdni.

satoru gojo is doomed.

why is he doomed, you ask? well, put bluntly, you, his girlfriend of five months, are driving him absolutely crazy.

crazy is an understatement, actually. insane, mad, mental, unhinged, deranged, bonkers - whatever you want to call it. he's holding on by a thread; the thinly woven string known as sanity growing ever weaker as the days roll by and turn into weeks.

of course, he's only blaming you. you hadn't actually done anything wrong.

you're the first relationship satoru's had in his life, and he'd be damned if some inappropriate thoughts ruin his chances with the love of his life. he'd never been happier - dating you gave him the kind of happiness he thought only existed in movies; the kind of giddiness of a child in a candy store.

he was devoted to you in every way, shape and form - you are everything he's dreamed of and more.

more.

that's right, you were more.

recently, you were the devil's temptation personified.

surprisingly, even after twenty-odd years of being one of the most attractive guys around, and having women throw themselves at him like he's some kind of greek deity, satoru is a virgin. i'll repeat that, he is a virgin. a fact that only suguru knows. a fact that he's neglected to tell his girlfriend.

he may have a flirtatious personality and the ability to charm ninety percent of the human race with one of his thousand-kilowatt smiles, but in truth, he had never dated anyone. ever. let alone got his dick in a pussy.

so when he starts wanting to go further, he's not sure how to bring it up without sounding like a horndog.

it all started when you wore a sleek black dress to one of your dates. it clung to your figure, fabric wrapping shamelessly around your every curve and tickling your midthigh at its end. and if that wasn't bad enough, it had a plunging neckline, giving the world - satoru specifically - an eyeful of the assets god gifted you with. your boobs were practically spilling out of your dress, the light catching your cleavage as you held his arm. he could feel himself salivating like some sort of perv. how was he supposed to focus with aphrodite's personal creation hanging off his arm?

his eyes began to drift to the flesh of your chest more than he'd like to admit. all sorts of r-rated scenarios ran through his head and he dared to entertain every. single. one. he could do so much with them, tease them, spit on them, pinch them, suck on them, put his dick between them-

“satoru?”

his gaze snaps back to your face at record speed. you notice how he's chewing his bottom lip, flush creeping onto his cheekbones and the tips of his ears. his hands are clammy; there's suddenly too little oxygen in his room.

“did you listen to anything i said?” your arms fold beneath your bosom and satoru almost implodes.

what do you expect him to do? the necklace around your neck has his initial on it, and it hovers over your tits almost mockingly. if it snapped, the letter would fall right between the valley of your breasts-

“satoru!”

he's choking on his saliva, apologizing profusely as he encourages you to continue your story - though he hasn't heard shit over the blood pumping loudly in his ears.

it's a battle no, a war between his rationality and his desires and he doesn't know which is winning. his rationality wins when he's around you - he just sucks in a breath and thugs it out, no matter how much his dick shouts at him. but in private, he's letting the desires win as his fists himself to the thought of you, your lips, your ass; your boobs.

the first time he sees you in a bikini he has to take a breather before he can get into a game of beach volleyball with you and the group.

(and even then he was struggling. every time you jumped for the ball the only thing he was looking at was your tits.)

he should be neutered. effective immediately.

it drags out for so long that you finally notice, and force him to talk to you about why he's avoiding you, and if you'd done anything wrong. but all you get is:

“baby, i'm so sorry- you're so pretty and i can't help myself. i didn't know how to bring up that i wanted to take our relationship to the next step, you mean the world to me and i'd hate to make you uncomfortable-” he trips and stumbles over his words-

“...is that it?”

and his eyes bug out of his head as he stares at you. weeks, months of agony over this and all you have to say is 'is that it'?

he doesn't even have chance to respond; to process your words before you're popping the top button of your blouse.

yeah, satoru gojo is doomed.