#this is a large project...

[l1f3l]

New pjsk group leaked real not clickbait ⁉️⁉️⁉️

Lol but fr hello i finally finished all 4 chibi sprites. Here s more of them

I wanna make intro posts for them soon, but i think i ll do that when i finish their sekai fits fullbody drawings. For now here s some basic info bout em under the cut:

Group of outcasts and troublemakers somehow end up in eachothers lives and start making music together, to convey the feelings they can't vocalise.

Mayumi - He's an aloof boy that doesn't listen to anyone and is difficult to converse with due to his weird, roundabout way of conversing with people, if he replies to you at all. He loves fashion and music, spends a lot of time trying out different instruments but he has an electric guitar at home that he plays often. Oh and he usually wears his hair behind his ears and no band aid, but he has a lot of piercings and doesn't wanna get in trouble at school, because it'd be a nuisance.

Ayase - Ray of sunshine that won't stop can't stop- but despite being so friendly and easy to get along with, he doesn't seem to have many friends. He always gets in trouble for breaking the unform code.

Haru - Transfer student with infinite confidence that doesn't back down from a fight. He's chill for the most part, as he doesn't really speak, ever- but if you try to fuck with him you will regret it. Got expelled from his previous school for various things like skipping class very often, breaking uniform code, fighting students and teachers, and generally being a menace.

Yuuta - World's largest chiuwawa. Is scared of everything and everyone, and has a stutter. He doesn't actually attend school irl, his anxiety turning him into a shut in- but in his free time he loves going around town and doing grafitti. He makes double triple sure nobody will see him though, because if he gets caught he will probably combust and die. Grafitti is the only thing that's worth the anxiety to him though.

Their whole story as a group is finding reasons to keep trying- as all of them have given up, in one way or another.

[cloudyydraws]

card so good everyone cheered

(slightly) lighter bg vers + zoom in :3c

[eggsistential-breakdown]

started making this a couple weeks ago and then learned there's an art contest for it! had a lot more in mind for this but the deadline is as good of an excuse as any to force myself to take things manageably. Hopefully will be able to get to the end of it someday it's so epic in my brain hrgrgghgh

Song is by @sparkbirdmusic

also I have a YouTube channel now :3

[gardenofnoah]

“you’re going to hurt yourself like that, my love.”

you startle at the voice over you, having been nearly asleep.

“—uh?”

you turn your head to see Nanami looming over your side of the bed. if you were fully conscious, you would see the tiny look of mischief in his eyes as they roam your body, but you’re not, so you take it as his tendency to mother hen you.

and then he’s pushing you to the middle of the bed despite your whining, climbing in beside you. you try to settle in and find you’re still being moved—he’s on his back, shuffling himself down the bed and pulling one of your legs over his chest. you feel him turn his face into your belly in a move that feels suspiciously like nuzzling.

“what’re y’doin,” you slur, a little petulant at being woken up like this, despite it being well past the time you meant to rejoin the living and despite your own desire to seek out the warmth he’s emitting next to you.

“you’re going to hurt your hip, laying like that,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. he runs a hand up the back of your thigh and over your hip, and you sigh a little bit, comforted by the feeling of him.

“i don’t know how you sleep like that,” he continues, absentmindedly dragging his fingers over your skin, making you shiver every now and then.

“feels good,” you grumble, face shoved into the pillow. talking about your bizarre sleeping position and maybe also the way the rough pads of his fingers leave a trail of warmth in their wake. you think you hear him chuckle softly, and you feel him press a kiss to the skin of your belly, right above the hem of your sleep shorts.

it’s soft, chaste—and then it’s not, and you suck in a breath when you feel him kiss you there again, feeling the tip of his tongue drag along the skin that stretches over your hip bone.

and evidently he hears your sharp inhale, because you feel a strong arm sneak around your lower back, pulling you closer to him.

“was still sleeping, you know,” but it’s lost all of its bite and you’re a little breathless now, fixated on the way his free hand slides up the back of your thigh to brush over the sensitive spot just under the curve of your ass.

“go to sleep then,” he says into the soft of your belly, pressing another kiss, opening his mouth a little wider to catch the skin of it between his teeth. he’s turned into you now, and despite yourself, you drag your leg up from his chest so it’s over his shoulder.

he moves to rest his head against your thigh that’s trapped underneath him, and distantly you think that it is more comfortable like this— his head squeezed between your legs having alleviated some of the pressure against your hip from laying on your side. that thought quickly becomes muddled in your head when you feel him latch on to the skin of your inner thigh that rests against his face.

you whine, hips bucking weakly as you squirm under tongue and teeth—both leaning into and trying to get away from the sting of his bite.

“my sweet love,” he coos, running his tongue over the fresh bruise, placating you. you shiver, pressing your face further into the pillow to try to breathe—to ground yourself despite the heat that curls up your spine. he stops, then, and you peak down at him to find that he’s staring back up at you.

“hi,” you whisper, fighting another shudder at the way his lips pull at the corners into a smirk that looks absolutely sinful on him.

“good morning,” he drawls, deep and far too awake. he rests his chin in the space between your hips, pressing a quick kiss above your pubic bone. your hips buck toward him a tiny bit, and his smirk widens when he feels it.

you bring a hand down to run it through his hair, tangling in the blond strands and scratching at his scalp. he closes his eyes and hums, deep in his chest, nuzzling into your thigh. it makes you smile, and it makes you ache.

“want you, ken,” you murmur, squeezing him gently between your thighs and reveling in the groan he lets out.

“i know, sweetheart,” he coos, hands coming up again to grope whatever skin he can reach and pressing a tiny kiss through your shorts, “i can smell you.”

[heartorbit]

WHEEEEEE

[leier-coyol]

Needle felted lagiacrus

[heroinmilk]

reemmi

[bluebelledmoon]

"The Final Photoshoot"

gabriel agreste was soon found being strangled by a blue feathered boy after this was released

[keywhole]

if mail got delivered on sundays i’d have my doc plush.

[julianplum]

I start on The Big Painting today.... wish me luck. this bad boy is 18" x 24" and it's going to use soooooo much gouache

[hp-lonesome-actual-art]

Oh yeah I colored the sketch today inbetween class breaks. Truly it was a necessity. Now hope you enjoy observing the utter despair of one pathetic T.V powerless to control his own puppets

[essektheylyss]

"When you make stories or art that are a kind of shortcut to proving yourself right, that's sort of the definition of propaganda, I think."

SAY THAT, BRENNAN.

[princyvish]

enjoy this sanuso. now I'll disappear back into the shadows. yay!!

[licorishh]

Texan Miku!!

I absolutely love this trend going around and I desperately wanted to jump on the train because I always miss out on this kind of thing but I got it done this time YAHOO

[thorougly-melted-brains]

Ghost is not subtle, atleast, that’s what he thinks. To any plan, to any decision from head to toe, he commits. This lends well to his career, recruiters would kill (literally) for a soldier who lets themself become more tool than person.

So when it occurs to Ghost that one John “Soap” Mactavish is worth knowing, he makes no attempt to conceal his endearment.

Problem is, Ghost is far removed from typical social expectations. And Soap is too accepting (or maybe oblivious).

First is with touch. Ghost is less averse to it than most would assume. His perceived distaste for it is intentional. It’s a bubble, anyone who gets too close gets put back in place. It’s a small thing, but that just puts less work on him. People tend to assume things from there out.

So when Soap punches him on the arm, pats him on the back, grabs his shoulder for support, to Ghost it is perfectly clear he is allowing the other man.

Then is the jokes, the bickering. Most others would (and have been) snapped at for fucking about on missions. But with Soap, Ghost lets it’s slide, joins in, even.

Then there’s sharing: food, weapons, tips, stories, names. And then the mask: self explanatory.

The final is sleep. It evades all soldiers, and falling asleep alone was a luxury, so sleeping in common places was regular. But not typically for Ghost, who was afforded a single room.

So when Ghost would doze off on exfil, rest his eyes at a bar, plop down on the floor next to where Soap was filling out paperwork, it should’ve been obvious that he was indicating trust.

Too bad obvious affection from the Ghost considered normal human behavior by most. Specifically one John “Soap” Mactavish.

(Later, on a rare occasion Ghost is not following Soap like an ominous duckling).

Soap: Hey isn’t it funny how Ghost falls asleep on the floor sometimes.

Gaz and/or Price: He only does that with you.

Soap: What?

Gaz and/or Price: That’s a confession of devotion.

Soap tracks him down like a bloodhound, charges Ghost, and breaks his nose on Ghost’s mask trying to kiss him. Ghost carries him to medical, throwing the bloody, grinning man over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

In Soap’s bloody, nasally words,

“Worth it.”

[chromatophorium]

This is an entirely self-indulgent SOMA/Splatoon crossover, haha. (a reworked au, as those who have seen certain other posts of mine may know)

So, helmet/head is a Octocopter helmet. Arms are the hoses of Octotroopers. Legs are the ones of a Octopod. And the internals of the torso is a Octoling Soldier's inktank.