#this painting was just meant to be for fun

[tinwhiskerpress]

The Pines by docofthedark ( @doctortrekkiefe )

This book was requested by a family member - he's had an open offer for a bound version of any fic he wants (within reason) for a while now and this is the one he finally asked for. While it's not a world I'm very familiar with, I was riveted by the story- I see why this is the one he wanted on his shelf.

The green paper is homemade paste paper (acrylic paint and starch paste) - it was originally made for another book but suited this one better. It made me think of Minecraft, at least a little.

The red is picked up from a character's red leather jacket - that was a non-negotiable design element from the first time I read it. It would have been more fun if this red buckram would actually glue to itself without extraordinary efforts, but I got it to work.

The moon is also plot relevant, and I'm not sure the pictures capture just how sparkly it is.

The case is a three-part Bradel, which means the covers are assembled separately from the spine. It meant I had to glue the red material to itself in even more places, but let me use my Cricut to draw the title and author on the cover pieces.

The endpapers are a cloth-textured Japanese paper and headbands are salvaged from a commercial book.

First book completed for Binderary 2025.

[liecoris]

Mukuro frowned at that, damn, she thought。 She wasn't too surprised, truth be told she kind of expected it in a way given that the difficulty of the game she had been whisked away into was。  Mukuro also wasn't sure if the original host would record her calls, seeing as that wasn't something a normal person would do, but she'd still take a look just in case。 It's better to be safe than sorry, after all。

As she searched through the backlog of emails and messages, Mukuro could feel the frown on her face deepen。 Nothing really seemed out of place in the texts or emails, even the call logs didn't raise any flags for her。 She was about to let out a sigh and stop searching through the messages when Popo flew behind her head and gave her a word of advice。

With that nudge, Mukuro would go through the messages again, and this time with a more careful eye。 It became aware to her that after the news of the host character's mother passing answers to messages were shorter and more curt than how they read prior it was easy to assume that the change in responses was due to grief。 Maybe having played or some prior knowledge of this game could have helped Mukuro out more here, but going off what she's being given made it a bit more challenging and a bit more fun。

So Mukuro would note when the sudden change in texting tone happened and cross-check that with maybe a diary or journal that the host character wrote in daily or weekly? 

When Popo returned, Mukuro waited for him to give her what he had found before divulging what she had found out。 Mukuro gave a few small nods as Popo reported to her, maybe Mukuro was a bit bummed that something she had thought could be something of a lead turned out to not be something but。。。 that also meant that Ken wasn't a suspicious character。

「Hmn, alright, good to know then。 As for what I found, it seems that after being given the news of her mother's passing, the texting tone of the host changed from being polite to being a bit more short and blunt。 It could be due to having lost a loved one but。。。 I think I'm going to keep in mind the date and see if the host keeps a diary or journal somewhere and maybe looking through that would help paint a clearer picture。」

“Unfortunately, if this were an easier game mode, you’d be able to unlock audio files. In hard mode, you won’t have access to these files on the premise that the original host wouldn’t have recorded the calls herself.” Perhaps it was rooted in realism, but it was really that it would make things a bit too convenient and easy for players, so ‘hard-mode’ removed that feature.

As Mukuro would search through past messages and emails, she’d see that there were no received emails informing the original host about their mother’s passing. Even if Mukuro were to look through call logs, there didn’t seem to be anything of note. The only calls the host received were from people at work, or the landlord. The only thing that could be seen was that at some point, the host had texted people at work about what had happened.

“Sure, I can look into him for you. Give me a few,” the feline flies behind Mukuro’s head to steal a glance at the phone, “Compare messages before and after the mother’s death.” That was all it said before it flew off to gather information.

If Mukuro were to look at past messages, she may notice something. The writing style changed after the news of the passing of the host’s mother. She was always polite and she wrote her responses conscientiously, but after the news, her responses became short and dry. Everyone surmised it was the effects of the news, but was that really the case?

Popo returned after about 10 minutes, “Did you find out anything? I got some basic information on Ken. His full name is Ken Suzuki. He’s generally well liked across the company, though he’s a bit daft. He’s friendly to everyone, is hard working, and is known to be very accepting of others.”

“He went to an average college, so he’s also a competent worker. The host often saw him on the subway, so they would occasionally chat in the mornings. He’s on friendly terms with most of the people in the company.” The guy sounded as normal as can be, in other words.

[nana-luvy]

-> 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛

warnings: fem!reader, just fluff

“How have you, you of all people, never gotten to bake cookies ?” Luke asked with a gentle smile as he watched you tire yourself while whisking the thick paste.

You added a little bit of milk, as he instructed, before answering.

“I don’t know, my dad wasn’t really the baking type. Or cooking, really,” you simply said, straining a little against the rebelliously thick dough you couldn’t seem to get to tame. “I only ate cookies he bought sometimes.”

You and Luke had been chosen by the rest of the friend group to bake cookies for the upcoming movie night, a task you had absolutely dreaded ever since you’d told him you had never been anywhere near a baking instrument in your life. Connor had made sure there were enough supplies for a whole weekend of eating only snack and had then ushered you two to the sorta kitchen in the Big house, claiming Mr. D wasn’t here so you wouldn’t get in any trouble.

But the real reason why you dreaded the moment was because it meant you guys would be together alone for however long it takes to bake those biscuits, and it was not a situation you wholeheartedly enjoyed. Sure, Luke was your friend, and you loved him like that, but you just couldn’t bare the looks Silena threw your way anytime you were just remotely close, like there was something going on. And you knew very well you’d barely see a scene of the movie before she’d get you alone to debrief whatever nothingness had happened to feed her fantasies.

At least you’d got to learn how cookies were made, now. And boy was it difficult on your arm muscles, like a full blown workout Luke couldn't help but make fun of.

“Really? Well at least now you get I try for the first time in the best of compan-”

Luke's mouth parted in a surprised ‘o’ shape as, after you added a little flour to the mix, you sent it flying his way with a too harsh of a flick of your wrist.

“…sorry…” you muttered, unsure whether you should be mortified or dying from laughter as the boy looked at you with round eyes and white powder sprayed on his face and graying his hair.

His lips closed and opened again as he processed, his hand reaching for the whisk in your hand.

“Luke, look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to d- HEY-”

And as Luke’s mouth stretched into a smug smile when a small cloud of flour flew your way too, coughing out the small amount that got on your tongue, it quickly escalated and got out of hand. You seized the opened pack of flour, grabbing a handful before aiming for the brunette boy and painting his shirt white, before he snatched it from your hands and emptied half the content right above your head, decorating the wooden floor in the process.

And as ingredients flew everywhere but into the mixing bowl, you started thinking maybe baking was funnier than you thought at first.

Your banter eventually died down, panting heavily after you chased Luke around the kitchen island in quick circles while he just looked at you with the stupidest smile on his face. “See ? Pretty fun activity, right ?”

“I think we got side-tracked at some point…”

“How would you know, you never baked cookies before, have you ?”

You shook your head in disbelief, though paired with a soft laugh at his antics, while he could only grin ear to ear, finally stepping back towards you and the actual cookie dough still unfinished.

“I’ll help finish that up, pre-heat the oven, yeah ?”

But you tightly held onto the whisk as he motioned for you to hand it over. “No, I’ll do it, it’s fine.”

“What ?” he said with what could almost be described as a giggle. “You literally colored me white while trying to finish that earlier.” His fingers brushed yours as he tried to take the instrument from your tight grip. “Just let me do it ?”

And as you looked up to refuse while looking in his eyes, you found his eyes really quickly. Because they were really close. And all of a second, you were very aware of his chest pressing on your shoulder, of the small electricity jolts running up your hand where his fingers touched, and of the way his calm breath was hitting your nose from how close he was to your face.

You didn’t move for a moment there, letting the instant sink in, and as you looked right in his eyes you could’ve sworn his gaze had flickered to your lips for a split second.

You hastily removed your hand, letting the whisk clatter against the glass bowl. “I- Yeah, you’re right, I’ll just… deal with the oven. How hot ?” you asked, moving towards the over to put in the right temperature, weirdly wanting to put space between the two of you there.

“Really hot… Um shi- no, I mean, 325 degrees, 12 minutes.”

You set the right temperature, pre-setting the magnetic timer on the over door, before softly dusting the flour off your clothes, softly as to not break the silence that had suddenly fell on the room.

“Sooo… you bake a lot ?” you asked, not really good with awkward silence, trying to fill up the room as you fidgeted with your fingers.

“Baked, past tense. Used to with my mom, sometimes.”

“Oh…”

But even with the awkward beginning, the conversation went flowing right back, again with the harmless banter and casual memory-sharing until the chocolate-chip cookies were out of the oven and the others flooded the room, trying to eat your hard work already before the movie night even started.

As you sat on the other end of the couch, now, the iconic Drew Barrymore opening scene from Scream playing on the vintage TV, you couldn’t help but steal a glance at Luke on the other side of the sofa. And you heart quickened when your gaze crossed his, his head cocking to the side, and he sent you a knowing wink before turning his attention back on the movie.

Let’s say this time you were the one dragging Silena out of the room for a much needed girl talk.

Slowly getting back into writing, the hard part of the year is overrrrr

Love you all <3

- Nana

[jichanxo]

speedpaint below the cut

[onehundredfallenpetals]

Been playing pinterest outfit dress up with them and also making them kiss

[artharakka]

Beautiful, But Broken

[smollsmule]

I saw everybody having so much fun with @anaart-stuff 's DTIYS and just had to try it as well! It's my first time actually drawing some of the characters so thanks for the fun challenge.

Prompt under the cut and as always PLEASE CLICK THE IMAGES FOR BETTER QUALITY

[linkito]

"but, scar." he brushes his fingertips over the ridges in scar's skin. "there are tales written into your skin. and you've lived through every single one of them."

Vex war paint is meant to symbolize something for the warrior it’s bestowed upon — for Nico, it’s jewels of a crown, for Kane, whiskers of an untamed beast.

For Scar… a dare.

(go ahead, leave another wound across his skin. he will live, but you will not.)

[bunnieswithknives]

how do you think Fiyero’s scarecrow-ification went? Like on his POV of things

It was like being set on fire from the inside out. ♥

He wasn't particularly conscious, he'd lost a lot of blood beforehand, even outside of the amnesia au I doubt he'd really remember it. maybe just the impressions of green and burning. He was already in so much pain that at first he didn't even recognize what was happening, his broken ribs and bleeding guts indistinguishable from the sparks spreading somewhere deep inside him, his barely conscious brain only fixated on the single thought that he was going to die soon, and it would be alone.

It wasn't until the spell ate his lungs into straw that he started to thrash, a weak and exhausted visceral reaction as his throat spasmed for air, only to find more straw in his mouth instead. Straw sprouted out through the gashes in his skin and where broken bone met air as the fire began to creep outward, eating away at skin and leaving something unfamiliar in its wake, burning away everything else. Inescapable fire was eating him alive and spitting out a mockery of his body until finally, whatever part that tells him he needs to breath is eaten too, and the relief is so absolute that he passes out.

+ bonus version without the fire so you can actually see him

[awerzo]

really enjoying playing through changeling's route

[luck-of-the-drawings]

"I think this is the most inhuman; and human, that I've ever felt.." MUCH CAN HAPPEN IN A YEAR. IN FIVE YEARS. A DECADE. imagine how much can happen in a century. just ONE (1). How will you grow? what phases do you find? even in 5 years, you will find patterns.

[thou-babbling-brook]

Hand studies I did a few weeks ago

[visionsynth]

for the art requests thing - i would looove to see your take on a phantom of the opera style papa V with a half face mask!

:-]

i am so bad at character design but ill take any excuse to combine my favourite things

[birddcandle]

hermit portraits of Joe, Jevin, and Joel

[caterjunes]

perhaps unprecedented in recent decades of movie musical adaptations that wicked did not add a new, bad song to try to snag an oscar nomination???!?

[fuumiku]

Mickbell Tomas it seems I’ve grown quite fond of you you come to me as a long lost friend whom I once picked apples with in papa’s orchard

I headcanon his nose scrunches up and he bites his tongue sometimes when he’s reallyyy laughing… And he’ll snort sometimes of course. Free serotonin. Yk I connected the dots recently that since my twst 2nd top fave is Ruggie it was truly only a matter of time before the Mickbell brainrot got to me. Little "shhh-shh-shhh" laughs please and thank you