#thinking of coloring and rendering this one

[groundcontroltopossum]

Gods have everything.

Can you imagine a more privileged life than eternal worship? Mortals flock to you to build shrines, carve your effigy in gold, spill the blood of warm beasts across altars, even offering themselves up for a chance to appease a being they would never meet.

Hope against hope that some greater force will intervene in some meaningful way in a life it doesn’t have to think twice about.

Unfortunately, this means that the Gods have a bad habit of being spoiled. Lethargic and self-serving, in the presence of near constant extolling and praise, they can easily be swayed. This is exceptionally true for a God that feels they have been wronged in some way.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me” The God of Direction muttered upon stepping into the realm of The God of Expression. Where the temple usually gleamed in a rainbow of colors, silks dancing from the windows, and merrymakers running about half dressed and deliciously indulging, now its visage resembled that of a mausoleum. The crystalline stone was a depressing shade of grey and the tangled vines of a weeping willow had begun to wrap around like serpents.

The bird song and music that would usually fill the air was gone, the breeze no longer carried the smell of sumptuous roast meat, and even the very light seemed demure and ashamed. A place usually bustling with life and excitement now rendered dour and depressive.

This would not do at all.

Strolling quickly through the empty courtyard, The God of Direction strained to hear anything denoting the presence of devotees but was unsurprised to find the place abandoned.

As long as The God of Expression had inhabited this place the doors had never been closed but today they were not only shut but tightly sealed with chains.

What are chains to a God?

Breaking apart the barriers, The God of Direction entered the stuffy temple. He had dawned his male skin this morning as his friend had once told him that he found it to be a very paternal one. He did not like to have to be the one to raise the switch on those he cared about but by virtue of his domain, it often fell to him to keep the others on their path.

“Where are you?” he grumbled, taking in the dilapidated condition of what was supposed to be a temple to one of the most beloved gods of humanity. The altar held no sacrifices except a thick layer of dust, the pit held no fire, and even the art curled around the walls and floors looked aged beyond their years.

Gripping the gauzy curtain, he ripped it from the ceiling to reveal the dais behind the altar. Upon which, splayed naked and drooling, lay The God of Expression.

Oh if only the besotted followers could see this. Their object of devotion reduced to little more than a snoring swine.

The God of Direction swifty stepped astride the raised platform and delivered a decisive kick to the fleshy folds of his friend's foot. The God of Expression wore a male skin of his own but it had been years since he had changed into anything else.

With a snort, the snoozing god blinked his eyes open and turned their puffy, redness on the form of his friend still standing over them. He groaned and stretched wide, unashamed of his nudity and sending several empty bottles crashing to the floor.

“Are you drunk? Again?" The God of Direction screwed up his face, trying to remind himself that he did love this man even if his manners were particularly slovenly.

"I don't judge you for your coping mechanisms." The God of Expression huffed, sending a wave of foul alcohol tinged breath upward. The God of Direction rolled his eyes and placed his hands upon his hips. His male skin may be thin and spindly while his friend had always preferred a plumper frame but he knew he could haul him into the river for a bath if needed with barely a breath lost.

"It's not a coping mechanism if you're not coping." He chided, hopping off the platform and reaching for the remains of the gauzy curtains “cover yourself. Before a raven begs off with the thing that makes you a man”

“Prude” the tease was old and brought a bloom of affection with it. No matter how the two had always bumped heads, genuine regard existed between them. The God of Direction enjoyed the playfulness of The God of Expression and in turn, his solid security brought a feeling of safety to the other. However, there was only so much he could protect his friend from.

Gods were such emotional creatures.

“You cannot do this” The God of Direction crossed his arms over his chest and tried to keep his voice somewhere between firm but comforting “ you have a purpose. You must keep moving ahead. Driving off your followers, letting your temple fall to ruin, and spending your days in a drunken stupor are not on the path you were created for.”

“What do I care?” The God of Expression finished knotting the impromptu toga around his waist. The material was so light it barely functioned as clothing. “Why do I need followers? A temple? It’s all pointless. They come and beg for things I do not want to give. Things they do not deserve. Gold, riches, vanity! I can’t stand it”

“You are a God” his friend attempted to soothe him but he stomped past, exiting the dais and standing in the wreckage of his place of worship “this is your purpose. Mortals come to you and adore you, they praise you, they sacrifice all that they have for you and in return you listen to their pleas and grant what you will. You are not meant to exist in isolation and despair”

“The God of Affliction seems to be doing ok in these conditions”

“Because they are meant to be in sorrow” bits of pottery and oil vessels broke beneath his heel as he tracked the mopey step of his friend up to his abandoned altar “Despair and pain is their domain, do you intend to take it from them? Wallow in your filth while they braid flower crowns and watch their followers copulate?”

“You make me sound like a voyeur” The God of Expression grumbled, heaving his body up to sit upon the altar “sexuality is a form of expression. Besides, I would never steal. They have never had a problem sharing before”

“You know that is not how this works!” He felt truly paternal now, standing over his friend and wagging his finger in his face “there must be balance. Light and dark, pain and ecstasy. Your tantrum affects more than you and your followers, it is affecting the other mortals too. I came here as a favor because you are a friend but if you continue this behavior, the others will come and be much less kind in reinstating you to your place”

“Why should I care about them?” The God of Expression pouted “let them come. They cannot make me do what I won’t. What does it matter? Why should they have happiness? They should fear us, they should tremble and waver to approach us with their inane requests. They shouldn’t even feel capable of touching themselves let alone each other without getting our permission. They are little more than cattle. Worse than cattle! Cattle do not eat their own!”

Ah, there it was. The crux of this incident. The echo of his final words bounced around the empty space. Anger and pain tinged the air sour. The God of Direction gently sat down on the altar next to his friend.

Gods were truly such emotional creatures.

“Mortals die” he offered, staring down at the hands folded in his lap “it is unfortunate but it is to be expected”

“Mortals die of sickness” the subdued tone of his friend masking the depth of the pain within “they grow old. They fail to thrive. They have accidents. Some take it into their own hands. I know that mortals die but when it happens between them and one turns on another, I…”

A sob broke off the end of his sentence and The God of Expression folded in on himself as he let his sorrow loose.

“You favored this follower” The God of Direction rested a hand on his friends shaking shoulder “it is understandable that his loss pains you”

“He was not lost” growled the weeping god through his tears “he did not wander away like a sheep from the flock. He was taken! Slaughtered in a fit of jealousy upon my own steps! BY ANOTHER LAMB”

The roar of anguish shook the ceiling and tested the stability of the temple. The God of Direction mindlessly redirected some falling debris away from his friend, rubbing his hand soothingly on his shoulder.

He was not unaware of the incident. The catalyst of the ruin of The God of Expression. He was so sensitive and developed favorites quickly but he had become attached to this particular follower in a way that bordered on obsession. He showered him in favors, elevated him above all in his temple, and had even gone against The God of Cessation to prolong his life. The God of Direction would not insult the memory of the mortal by denying his beauty and charm. However, mortals wielded jealousy in the same way Gods wielded love and they would not stand to see one raised so high above the others without earning it in their eyes. He remembers the screams of his friend to find his most beloved follower torn to pieces by the mob of his neglected devotees.

He was not the first God to lose a favored but he was the one taking it the hardest.

“I know you have punished the offenders, even if that was not your place” he breathed, remembering the sound of screams emanating from the temple that had only housing laughter and singing.

“The God of Affliction forgave me for that”

“They are merciful when they feel like it” He inched closer to his friend who was still a slave to his grief, hunched over and curled into himself like he could stop the pain by protecting his soft parts.

“I thought I would feel better after” The God of Expression moaned “I imagined their deaths would fill the hole left by the one they took but it was not enough. I still feel empty. I wake in the night, reaching for his warmth, knowing it is not there. No song sounds as pure, no dance looks as light. I want only him but he is gone, stolen from me. I cannot go on listening to their paltry pleas knowing it was them that took him from me”

“So this is what you’ve decided to do instead? Spend your days drunk in an empty temple, letting his memory run rampant through your misery? You will give up your godhood, leave a gaping hole in our pantheon, and condemn the many for the crimes of the few?”

“I cannot go on!” He wailed, throwing his head back and baring his neck in the same way the sacrificial bulls would “I do not want to! I want him back, I want it all to go back as it was before. I have power that mortals could never grasp, abilities that extend far beyond their existence let alone their lifetimes, and the one thing I want, I cannot get”

A fresh round of sobbing compelled The God of Direction to pull his dear friend into him. The tears of the tortured god burned into his neck as wrapped him tight into his chest.

“I have no words to comfort you, my friend” he whispered against the greasy curls pressed into his chin “when someone leaves us, sometimes the pain is the only thing that remains. It can outlast even the memories, the sound of their voice, the smell of their skin. It is the only things that proves that it was all real”

“It’s not fair” The God of Expression clung to his friend, wrapping his soft arms around his middle

“We are blessed beings” The God of Direction began to rock, cooing at his friend as though he were a child “we are endowed with strengths and chances that spoil us, that lift us above all other life. Yet, we are still liable to the scourge of suffering. To grief. To hopelessness. Your divinity does not protect you from despair. You have loved, my friend, and now you have lost. It is a fresh wound but it will heal, in time”

“…but I must return to my work?” His sobbing had finally tapered off but he remained in the embrace of his friend.

“Unfortunately, time is the greatest healer but also the cruelest friend. It loses everyone so it assigns little regard to each life when it is taken. It forces us to continue. We do not get to freeze in the moments of anguish, it will drag us on. However, it is still there. Letting your reminisce. Letting you remember. It will bring you sounds that remind you of your beloved, smells that spark memories, faces that look similar, warm days that take you bake to a moment of happiness with them” The God of Direction tugged the face of The God of Expression out of his neck to meet his gaze “the warmth you reach for at night is not a cruel reminder of your loss but one of the joy that you got to experience when it was available. You cannot escape the pain but quit hiding from the pleasure”

The pair regarded each other, the warmth of friendship curling between them. The quiet intimacy that is only born from knowing someone for longer than a lifetime.

“I do not want to help them” The God of Expression whispered.

“You don’t have to” his friend assured “you are a God, emotional and finicky. You can withhold your blessings for as long as you want. But you can’t stay like this. You have to reopen to the world, you have to inspire the mortals again, and if you do it for nothing else do it so that you can receive more of those memories from time. So that you can see your beloved in the face of a dancer, hear him in the melody of a soloist, and glimpse his form in the works of an artist. Expression is pain but it is also joy. You have only been presiding over one side recently, it is time to do both”

“Am I to do this for the sake of the rest of the gods?”

“Do it for yourself” The God of Direction pulled his friend back into his chest “do it for your lost beloved. For the stolen boon from The God of Affliction. For the endless patience of The God of Cessation. Do it for me, for coming out here when it smells of sour wine and old sweat to drag you out of your pit of self loathing”

The God of Expression laughed, hesitantly as though he was not sure how it would sound.

“You are a good friend” he sighed “I don’t think I will ever stop missing him”

“Mourn him forever” his friend rubbed hard into his back, trying to hold his friend together “but come back to the light and mourn him there”

“Ok, I will try”

The God of Expression wrapped his arms tighter around The God of Direction as fresh sunlight filtered through the ceiling of the temple and illuminated the divine beings.

On the floor, before the alter, crystalline colors began to shine.

"Are you drunk? Again?"

"I don't judge you for your coping mechanisms."

"It's not a coping mechanism if you're not coping."

[namelessgakusei]

EP. 1.2 COMBUSTION

Devil May Cry x Reader Insert

Warnings: It's DMC. Based on the New Netflix Series. Spoiler warnings for the actual show. Not proofread.

EP. 1.1 IGNITION (prev.)

EXTRA EP. 1.3 CONFLAGRATION

Synopsis: His "brother" turned out to be a shapeshifting demon, who was targeting his mother's memento for some reason.

"You're dead." Dante's voice trembled at the sight of the man in front of you. With their differences only being their hairstyles and the color of their coats, you'd think of the man as Dante's reflection. But, wait—

Brother? Dante's brother, Vergil? You've only heard bits and pieces about him from various sources, rarely from Dante himself, given his habit of masking his trauma. Not that you pried deeper, you respect Dante and you're not going to snoop about his past since he doesn't want to tell you.

Still, you know that Vergil died when they were children, so seeing him here means that he... survived? But why appear now? Your eyes tracked his movements with suspicion.

Vergil smirked and reached out his arm. "Oh, I'm here..." His fingers moved erratically until it stretched towards the both of you in a flash. Dante's eyes widened, hand instinctively grabbing your arm and dodging the attack. "—in the flesh!"

Using the gun you handed him and your own that you snatched from your briefcase, the two of you spun to shoot Vergil in vital areas, his body folding unnaturally upon the impact. With a grunt, "Vergil"'s body contorted and expanded in size, before shaping itself as a one eyed, blue demon.

"Ew." You grimaced at the transformation.

Seeing that his cover is revealed, the demon slithered across the walls, narrowly avoiding the bullets from the both of you, before fleeing through the vents. Seeing that its abilities match up from the demon that got away earlier, Dante smirked, "Oh, you're the demon baby from earlier." Before snatching your gun and aiming at the floor, shooting through the concrete to create a hole. Predicting his crazy move, you jumped and clung to his back as the two of you fall to the basement.

"You alright there?" Dante cocked his head to the side without looking at you. You didn't replied, silently getting off of him and surveying your surroundings as you watch his six. Just as expected, the demon aimed for his blindspot, thinking you were an easy kill due to being human. Well, you weren't Dante's partner for nothing.

"Jackpot." You jumped and avoided the scythe that was slammed to the ground, opening your briefcase midair to procure another gun. The debris inhibiting the visibility of the area, but it didn't mattered, you know where the target is and shot. True to your skills, five bullets jammed itself in the demon's eye, providing an opening to exploit.

The demon screeched in its temporary incapacitation as it transformed its arms to large axes, blindly and haphazardly swinging around in hopes of hitting Dante. "Hand over the amulet!" While already recovered, it can't get a hit due to how nimble the two of you are, easily dodging its swings. Walls started to break down due to the strength of the attacks but your partner doesn't seem to mind the danger of the situation, whooping and jumping around in excitement. "Whoo-hoo!"

"Dressing up as my dead brother is a bit too much." Dante landed on a crate and dodged another whip, shooting mid-air with a grin. "Personally, I would have stuck with being a creepy baby. It was working for you!" Bullets seemed to pass through its body but not its eyeball, but Dante hadn't seem to notice it yet, rendering his attacks useless.

"DO NOT stick with the creepy baby!" You barked and changed weapons to a submachine gun. "Dante!" Swerving to the other side of the room, all while avoiding the demon's limbs and the items launched at you, you flung magazines at his direction. "Aim for the eye!"

The change in target seemed to agitate the demon, transforming into a liquified form and slithering about the room, avoiding your bullets and making you accidentally hit the fire extinguisher. The smoke stills for a moment before something moved to your right, making you swivel to shoot, only for it to be revealed as a step ladder. Realizing too late that it's a feint, you heard Dante get slammed to the wall from your behind. "Dan—"

Electricity crackled as the demon's tongue snaked around his necklace, pulling it towards his mouth, smirking smugly at Dante's trapped form.

Electricity crackled as the demon used its hands to trap Dante's wrists, preventing him from using his pistols, smirking smugly as its tongue snaked towards his necklace. As the accessory lay on its tongue, the demon realized too late that it failed to immobilize the other demon hunter in the room. The sound of a gun cocking had it turn to your direction with a confused trill. Dante's gun is pointed straight to the demon's eye as you smirked.

"'Sup bitch."

The force from your bullet sent the demon jerking, it's face turning inside out to removed the ammunition inside it's eye, giving Dante an opening to break free. The wall cracked and broke as he strained to against his binds, sending the demon flying to a wall with a punch. With a turn, his expression turned from confusion to relief as you hold out his mother's memento in your hands.

"You've been trying really hard to steal my necklace," The demon was rendered into a pathetic mess of goo when the both of you approached it. Dante sneered as he tied his pendant back to his neck, "Why is that?", the two of you pointed your respective pistols at the twitching demon.

"The irony is that I'm a shapeshifter," Its voice was rasp due to its beating, and despite its sorry state, managed to smirk at Dante. "But you're the one who doesn't know what you are...!" With a cry, its body swelled as energy crackles, growing in an alarming rate. You tried to open your briefcase for another weapon when it registered that both of your guns clicks in place, but Dante already shielded you with his body for the imminent explosion.

Which did not came, as the demon only shifted to a bat as it flied away.

Both of you exhaled in relief, but the sound of metal falling off made your head shot up to him, with Dante looking at you in confusion. Your eye twitched as you grabbed his wrist without breaking eye contact, holding it up as more pieces of the the gun you made for him echoed on the floor, only then turning to examine the damage he made. The grip and trigger guard is oh so crushed. Dante knew this situation all too well and sighed, mentally preparing himself for your lecture back home. "Every time..."

"Dante!"

Dante traced the rim of his hat with a chuckle. The chippy dance pop music of Dance Dance Revolution plays while your partner is having the time of his life. "Okay☆" The screen displays the steps you had to follow but Dante confidently ignores it in favor of his own dance moves.

You sat on the couch, unimpressed, when he posed as the music swelled and stopped. His score was counted with an applause, showing a "D" with the game over being announced. "You suck!" You snickered as Dante turned to you with a distraught expression, collapsing to the floor with a whine.

Coming over and crouching beside his collapsed form, you grinned, the two of your oblivious to the chaos that has been brewing behind your backs.

taglist!: @mischiefmanaged71

[poltergeist0002]

Some things you need to know about Kazuma Kaneko design

Throughout the years, I've frequently encountered people asking: 'Why do some of Kaneko demon designs differ from their original mythological depictions? Is he unaware of the authentic imagery? Or did he reference incorrect sources?'

There are multifaceted reasons, which typically include the following:

Game narrative requirements This is usually the main factor. For instance, in "Persona 1&2, all the demons were designed as a set of stage costumes with masks, reminiscent of ancient Greek dramas.In the DDSat series, all the demons are required to appear as carnivorous beasts without eyes.

Avoiding Visual Repetition‌ Some designs intentionally adopt less iconic representations to prevent stylistic overlap. For example, his depiction of Michael drew inspiration from a statue in Coventry Cathedral to distinguish it from the traditional imagery of the other three archangels.

Creative reinterpretation He often reinterprets mythological figures through his imagination and endows them with brand-new images. For instance, his robotic depiction of Metatron stems from the figure’s origin as the human prophet Enoch – the transformation from human → cyborg symbolizes Enoch’s ascension into an angelic being. While such designs may deviate from classical depictions, his conceptual explanations often reveal their underlying logic.

Pre-internet research limitations. he largely worked without online resources during his prime creative period, making occasional inaccuracies in references inevitable.(Just think about it. We didn't have wiki until 2003, and by then it was already the era of SMT3.)

Mystical inspiration. At times, he follows intuitive, almost revelatory impulses to create designs he cannot fully rationalize. For example, his insistence that Bellis should be cyan and Eligor red defies conventional logic or color symbolism.

To illustrate these points, I will elaborate with specific examples:

Cerberus。Yes, the Cerberus from Kaneko doesn't look like it was in Greek mythology. It usually has only one head. It doesn't even look like a dog but more like a lion. Why? Doesn't Kaneko know that Cerberus is a three-headed dog?

The first Cerberus, which originated from the Digital Devil Story： megami tensei (1986) novel and the OVA animation (1987) adapted from the novel. Design by Hiroyuki Kitazume

here is a requirement for its appearance proposed by the story: Cerberus must be massive enough because it needs to carry the male and female protagonists as they leap through the mountains. As a righteous character, it shouldn’t be too ugly. Thus, as you can see, to meet these conditions, the designer didn’t depict it as a hound but instead rendered it as a lion.

The second Cerberus comes from the first Atlus megami tensei game(1987).You can see that its appearance follows the design in the OVA animation, just changing it to white,a white lion.

The third Cerberus comes from the second Atlus megami tensei game(1990) Design by Kazuma Kaneko.

This is his first Cerberu art from SMT1(1992).Now you won’t question why it doesn’t resemble the imagery of Greek mythology – since the Atlus game has inherited megami tensei’s name and design. This "white lion Cerber" has become a traditional hallmark of megami tensei.

The fourth Cerberu comes from Soul Hacker(1997) This time Kaneko wants to make some changes. Cerberu has three heads. However, Kaneko still retained the tradition of the white lion and did not turn it into a hunting dog. So this time Cerberu is a white lion with three heads.You can still see the influence from the OVA animation.

The fifth Cerberos comes from reamek SMT1 (2001) It is basically a redrawing of the 1992 version, more detailed and more like a big white lion. The 3D models in today's Atlus games are all based on this art piece as a reference standard.

The sixth Cerberus originates from DIGITAL DEVIL SAGA (2004). DIGITAL DEVIL SAGA is not a member of the SMT series, so this time there was no need for Kaneko to keep Cerberus looking like a white lion. However, this version's design purpose isn't to perfectly recreate the Cerberus from Greek mythology either.Similar to the White Lion from the OVA, this design also serves for game narrative requirements.

In DIGITAL DEVIL SAGA, the setting revolves around a digital world, So Kaneko used reflected in the design through geometric lines, sharp angles, and glowing circuit patterns to emphasize this is a "digital Cerberus" and, In this story, It isn't a real Cerberus, but an "Asura"—Humans infected by the virus turned into demons, driven solely by predatory instincts. so,none of Asura have eyes (the red parts resembling eyes are actually the upper jaws of its mouths) So, this version is actually digital Cerberus, not Cerberus from Greek mythology

The seventh Cyperus, from Tsukuyomi: The Divine Hunter (2025)

As you can see, this time, its appearance is completely in line with the description in Greek mythology. It doesn't look like a lion. It has three heads. Its abdomen and tail look like a snake.

Because this game has nothing to do with the SMT series, it doesn't put forward any requirements in terms of game narrative either. So this time, Kaneko only needed to draw a Greek mythological version of Cerberus.

I believe after reviewing the seven design versions above, you now understand:

Kaneko had a clear understanding of Cerberus' depiction in mythology. Had he wanted to, he could have faithfully reproduced the exact Cerberus from Greek mythology. The reason his SMT Cerberus differs from classical representations is because the demand from the game.

This isn't an isolated case limited to Cerberus. I plan to continue introducing more such examples in the future.Thank you for watching.

[midnight---hollow]

Drawing pile for the new event. I got really tired during coloring so its not as good as i wanted for thos but i still like it

Funny little tid bits ^^

Vees outfit is based on sand dollars because they signify wealth and “dollars” and while vee might not have alot of that for them self, they worked as a loan shark and was close to the leech family before heading to nrc

Roses outfit is pink because of the shirmp thing but since i find her more aliened to the ghost catfish i added translucent frills and gave them a rainbow like shine. Best of both worlds (the flower is because rose is a flower i know genius)

I think riddle would pester rose to make sure she is ontop of herself. He has to make sure she remembered her sunscreen or to drink water every once in awhile despite the fact she is very aware and ontop of it. She appreciates it though and is happy riddle joined as he is the most sane person here

This even marks the point where vee starts to not fear jade as much as they normally do. Nrc is one thing but him being so soft and silly in a more natural environment wasnt something they where expecting and vee had alot of fun just experiencing the eternity float even if they where on duty

Speaking of duty vee was here because madam Georgina specifically invited them to the event. She has a secret job for them to complete and i imagine while everyone is doing their trial tasks vee is just sneaking around and doing their own thing before joining the group again. Jade didnt invite them but he had alot of fun trying to catch them in the act of whatever it is his mom sent them to do

Vee and Georgina get along splendidly, vee was always a little scared of papa leech but mrs georgina was always the sweetest, vees favorite to work with and vice versa. Mama leech thinks vee is just to cute and loves how deadly they are despite that, she was really happy to see vee and jade getting along for once

Vee x jade(jeido) i think will be jevees cus it sounds like heebie jeebies and that makes me laugh and i prefer funny shipnames over ones that make sense

Rose did NOT want to join. Jade and rook, horrible combo def pass sadly jade got into grims head that there woukd be so much food so grim pestered rose till she agreed. She is very thankful malleus and riddle are accompanying them, vees there to-

I tried to draw an outfit for luz but i was so lost in the sauce i flopped so badly. Please ignore him i have a better idea in my head i might draw when i do full bodies for rose and vee but ignore that

I will be drawing full bodies of rose and vee and i think imma do a render of madam georgina i just need a little rest cus i was so energized while drawing and then suddenly i got tired and my coloring skill plummeted

[puppppppppy]

tricky treats >:) 🎃🍬🍭👻🕸

treat!!! you get.. japanese emperor caterpillar

[sunnyclovers]

i've been wanting to do a finished piece of them~ it's finally done :'o

[chuffedtwobits]

HotGuy X CuteGuy :D

DDVAU is made by @kitsuneisi and @xmaruu11 go check it out :D

[cammy-mcspammy]

Time bomb except they're TOTALLY happy

[elzorton]

Haven't uploaded in a while, here's our fave bard to make up for it

[kokoasci]

colored them in !! for funsies

[shroomerr]

portrait study but its kenny

[hootyhoowoo]

A little 15 min doodle but first post of the year has to be Bingqiu!

[skipar00]

FINISHED IN TIME FOR LUFFY'S BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!

something something law's heartbeat again lol

[beriiblues]

Birth of a star ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

[critter-covenant]

ANYWAYS SDMSBnsbfns elaborating on the smiling critters but with bows thought

here's just one (1) singular of them for now: catnaps

Wanted to draw refs of all the critters all together but I'm impatient and busy so 1 by 1 it is instead womp womp, maybe I'll link them together as I go along yahooo

[i-am-but-a-beta-fish]

don't look at me

@the-elder-polls — hello! it is tcs friday, so i wanted to share this piece i made of my ldb road, who enjoys magic, extreme mountain climbing, and never talking about herself, ever. don't worry about it. she's definitely not lying about her name or her age or any significant personal information like that. the mask is just a fashion statement. don't—don't worry about it. 

(she's sixteen. she only started going by road because she thought she got carted to helgen for being an enemy of the thalmor, so when hadvar revealed no one had any idea who she was she was so startled she just blurted out the name of the first thing she saw. which was the road. somehow no one has caught on to the fact that this is a really weird and suspicious name for an altmer to have, even if their parents didn't like them very much. she's come to genuinely prefer it over her original given name, but she's been living in horrible teenage anxiety about it for so long that it hasn't once occurred to her that maybe introducing herself like that at this point is not, in fact, lying, and therefore road does not, in fact, have to feel incredibly guilty about it.

she still does, because she's a emotional disaster masquerading as a functional and mentally stable adult, but she'll get there.

…eventually.)