#too tempting to not share

[that-chaoticace]

[ourskiesaboveus]

forest ghost

[julesnichols]

Just noticed during the trial when they stand Madeleine up, and she first looks back at Claudia, Claudia gives her a little nod... and yet she looks so downcast after and surprised when Madeleine declares her loyalty and love for Claudia... was Claudia nodding at her to say "it's okay", expecting not to be chosen? I am unwell

[raraaf6]

War is over 🤧💕

[bobby-rising]

new bugz

[keydekyie]

Friends, is it cringe to shoot your own book with an arrow for clout?

[fobnsfwdoodlesbackup]

Happy Friday! The first 4 pages of the polyfob comic (with Girltrick) are up on the WordPress!

As always I want to give a major shout out to @punk-gremlin for commissioning and writing this! You can find their fic below 🫶 I'd really love to draw the rest of it sometime, it's a real treat UwU

Commissions like this help fund the blog and keep me able to create, so if you want to see more art then consider tipping, commissioning, joining the Patreon, or just sharing my work! A censored version of this comic has been posted to my IG if that's easier to share as well 🫶

[akkivee]

cute bad ass

[just-a-little-unionoid]

In which Ivo try to refrain himself from openly antagonizing a child, part 2

part 1 here

so that's the last part of what I wrote 4 years ago (again, just slightly edited), now if I want to post anything more I will have to actually write it :') but! I've started to take a few dialogue notes, so it seems like I'm on the good track!

again, tagging @thebadevil @alexcole1326 @nosebleedy99 and @apoli-meow because of their comments on the other posts, if anyone want to be tagged or untagged don't hesitate to ask

Now and without further ado, the fic:

He woke up in what was seemingly a motel room all filled with a big machine in some state of dismantling, and he was tied up to a bed. He felt strangely calm, and he didn't like that in the slightest, it probably meant he was drugged.

He observed the situation in more detail.

First, apart from himself, it seemed empty.

Second, the bed he was in was pretty fine. Well, maybe it was shit and it just felt like a five stars hotel bed because he just passed months outside, sleeping on mushrooms and without any change of clothes.

Speaking of which, third, where were his fucking clothes?

While he was tied up, and now that he realised that, handcuffed, he was able to move in the bed pretty easily, whoever did this wanded him to be somewhat comfortable. He looked under the sheet, while most of his clothes were removed he was still in his underwear—it was still that, he guessed—and it looked like his injuries had been sparsely treated, or at least that someone had a look at them.

He was starting to study the rest of the room when the lock opened, followed by the door.

A small personne came out of it, seemingly carrying paper bags. "Ah, you're awake," said the child without much inflection in their voice. "Good, I won't have to wait." They put the paper bags on the table.

"You look terrible," they declared. "I can't bring you back in this condition, it wouldn't look good. So what you're gonna do next is take a shower, eat something that is not mushroom, brush your teeth and take care of your injuries. Then, if your clothing order has not yet arrived, we could talk about stuff. There is a notebook on your nightstand, write your measurements and the type of garments you want, as well as the kind of food you would like to order."

He didn't plan to listen to that little shit for long, but right know he didn't have many options and he had to admit that their plan wasn't too stupid. Not that he would say it out loud, he'd rather die, but it was to his advantage. Yeah that was it, he was just buying time and resources and he was already thinking about a plan to outsmart them, it would be a piece of cake.

He thought for a minute about the food, he would kill for a big feast with meat, dishes in sauce and fried things. Not that he was usually a big fan of them, but after months of only mushrooms he felt quite up for decadence. Unfortunately, after months of monotrophic diet of an alien food, it was probably not judicious. He settled on a light meal: soup, roasted vegetable, maybe a yogurt or two if he felt it on the moment, and he also put on some fruits and juices for later.

When he was done, he looked at the child who was already busy dismantling the machine. They weren't a big child, he wasn't really good at guessing people's ages, especially children, but they clearly hadn't hit the puberty yet, so they should be around... Five? Maybe? No. That's the age the average human learned how to read, and even tho this one seemed less stupid than the standard they were older then that. So maybe seven? Eight? He was pretty sure they wouldn't be more than ten.

They had a pale skin and mid length dark hair (he couldn't tell better with that lighting). They were wearing a short black dress, tights, ankle-length shoes, gloves looking filled with electronic, and what he only now realized were noise canceling earbuds, as well as all black sunglasses with side shields that were currently folded on the table. Excellent, sensory processing sensitivity, just the kind of weakness he was searching for.

"Maybe you could uncuff me now, so I could shower and all that stuff you said."

They looked at him.

"Yeah, right. But obviously there will be some rules, as you understand that I can't just let you free and able to strangle me to death. Don't take it personally but I know you're a dangerous person man and as much as I want you presentable, I would also rather not die." They searched in a corner for something, then threw it on the bed. "Those are old boring traditional handcuffs. You are going to put them on, then throw me the key back. No playing around, you just throw them on the end of the bed. Then I'm gonna untie you and then I will turn off the electronic ones. Again don't try anything funny because I have a gun."

Okay now that was just degrading. He was not sure before about whether or not he would really kill the child, but now he was certain. It must have appeared on his face because said child chirped:

"Don't take it like that, I would also have prefered to not come to such extremes, but I heard you already tried to kill a child because he was in your way, and right now I sure am in it too, and again it's just a precaution so I can stay alive. Take it as a compliment, I recognize that you're competent and dangerous and I treat you as such."

It was... sort of flattering, at least they knew who they were dealing with. He was still going to kill them painfully, obviously, but it was nice to be treated as a real threat for once. And he could feel it was genuine, the child was good as hinding emotions but he could still sense their underlying fear, what a delight!

So he played along, for now. He took the vitamins and food supplements the child gave him, and desappeared in the bathroom with the paper bag filled with bath products.

It was small, just a couple square feet, with only a narrow shower cubicle, toilet and a small sink with a cupboard underneath, on top of which was a slightly chipped mirror. It immediately made him feel claustrophobic in a way even being tied up had not.

He put down the paper bag next to the sink as he felt nauseous, anxiety creeping in like a tarantula down his throat and making it difficult to breathe. Of course, he had spent months living outside, on a wild planet with only giant mushrooms as far as the eye can see, really the closest he had from an actual room were shelters he carved himself in mushroom stems.

He alowed himself to slide to the ground and closed his eyes. He had to focus on the matter at hand, and he wasn't going to let some stupid feelings get the best of him. Priority number one: shower. Hot shower. He had dreams about hot showers so many times on that motherfucking mushroom hell.

He turned on the shower, set it to the desired temperature and stepped out of the cubicle to wait for the water to warm up.

Good. Now it was time to see what was up with those bath products? He took them out one by one from the brown bag. Neutral pH soap; shaving soap and brush, shampoo and conditioner—what was that for anyway?—; disposable razor; moisturizer; disinfectant; cotton swabs; sterile compresses; nail clipper; mustache comb; after shave and cologne—which were incidentally the ones he used to use—; cotton pads; pocket mirror; mustach wax; lip balm; exfoliant??? A couple basic makeup products and what the even fuck was micellar water? Clearly he wouldn't need half of those things.

He only took the soap and a washcloth, discarded his underwear and got into the shower.

He thought it would be nice, he was wrong.

From memory not once water hurt him like that. It was not a problem of temperature, if so he could have just changed it. It was that every drop of water felt like a sharp pebble, piercing through the skin, setting his flesh on fire.

He didn't paid much attention to it, back on the mushroom planet, because he was too focused on survival and finding a way back, but his short stay on the alien planet had consequences. Even its two moons in nearly constant partial eclipse couldn't hide the deadly rays of the nearby star, and he was pretty sure the hot humidity and the fungal spores had not helped.

He had to reluctantly accept to remove the hot shower from his planning. Instead, he turned off the water and sat down in the narrow shower tray as best he could.

He then proceeded to carefully wash himself, with the washcloth for the parts of his anatomy that weren't too damaged and with only soap and non-falling water for those that hurt too much. He did it in an almost surreal state, not really feeling in his body. Sure he was paying attention, cleaning his badly treated wounds, taking notes of all the bruises and burns, but it could as well have been someone else's body. He was deep inside his thoughts, classify everything that has happened in the past few hours, dressing a picture of the situation.

Surely there had to be some good in it, he concludes after a while. Let's try to see the main upsides.

First, he was back on Earth, and that was a marked improvement, no matter what.

Second, whoever asked for him to be brought back seemed to want him alive and in good health, and that too was positive.

And third, whoever asked for him to be brought back was stupid enough to underestimate him and only send him a child, and he was going to make them pay for this miscalculation.

A malevolent grin raised his bubbly mustache.

This was going to be fun, after all.

[daftpatience]

figured out how to show off some of the cute pages in my journal yayayay

[agendratum]

okay it's been hours but i had to go buy groceries and then start my shift first, but anyway, seungmin and a horse album!! and the widow's mask i haven't forgotten you (even if there is essentially two and a half photos from that photoshoot here... oh boy)

fuckinnngg jackpot with the pcs or something hehehehehhehe

aand look at all the cute things the shop i was ordering via put with the package 🥺🥺 jyp take some notes maybe.. 🤓👆

[camellcat]

thinking about angel!Liam just absolutely fucking decking demon!Theo

Liam is, at first, completely horrified, right? like, oh, dear heavens, he just punched someone! that's not very holy of him! ...but also, Theo is a demon... surely he's just... acting within his angelic duties... to thwart demon wiles... yeah...?

and Theo cannot decide whether to laugh his ass off because he just got an angel to punch someone or start panicking that maybe he's pushed Liam too far and he'll be discoperated or smth. which ofc he won't be bc Liam (as much as he loath to admit it) does not hate Theo, but they are not at the stage in which Theo is certain of that!!

but once Theo gets him back it (dreadfully, in Liam's opinion, and cruelly giddily in Theo's) becomes a Thing.

[zecoritheweirdone]

hey guys,, who wants to see this new dsmp au i've thought up of instead of working on my other countless, already existing aus.

still trying to come up with a proper name for it,,, right now the working title is shattered reflections...? buuuut i'm not too content with that yet.

the basic plot is, via ~wacky shenanigans~,, ranboo, tommy, and tubbo,, all from different universes,, end up getting misplaced together in the multiverse or something like that, and now have to hop from dimension to dimension, trying to find their way back to their respective homes(and maybe they'll find that the real home was the friends they made along the way).

still need to iron out a few kinks(how did this start, how do they travel, how does it end, etc etc),, but like. it's been rotting in my brain ever since the idea first came to my head, so i figured i might as well share it here? in case anyone else's interested,, dkdnsksms.

ranboo's from a magical girl-like au!!! why? mostly because i thought the idea was fun,, ekenkssjks. tried my best to emulate an anime style into the design, 'm hoping it came across? i've been imagining, if this au were animated like spiderverse,, they'd look a lot like how peni parker was animated,, dkdmskdm. you'll never guess what his magical girl form is themed on /lh.

tommy, as you can prolly tell, is from a royalty au! youngest prince of the antarctic empire,,, design is slightly based on some fanart i saw on reddit, by someone called em0kii, i believe? i say slightly because i only thought to search up "antarctic empire fanart" for inspo after i was done with the lineart,, and by that time it was too late for me to change it to something that better fit the cold environment the kingdom's based on(and by too late i mostly mean i was lazy),,, dkdjskj. still, though, i'm pretty happy with it!

and then there's tubbo! he's from a post-apocalyptic au B]. not one with zombies,, but... idk, maybe something exploded? haven't thought too hard about the cause, but just know that his world is in a not good shape. i'm sure it's fine tho. my main thoughts when drawing him were to make him less colorful and saturated than the other two,, since his universe is a bit darker than theirs,,,, and to make him look a little intimidating(big coat, goggles, scarf, lots of sharp edges, plaid). after all, if you're a 5' something teen in the apocalypse, living all on your own– you wanna try and make yourself look as big as possible to try and ward off as many threats as you can. and if that doesn't work, you can always just hit 'em with a bat.

bonus doodle under the cut:

tfw you wake up in the middle of a forest, with no memory of getting there, with two weirdly dressed strangers right there beside you. like. what the fuck.

[xalonelydreamerx]

this is whatever obikin AU your heart desire

(I'm just obsessed with how I managed to make these two scenes match for my thinker acc)

[dataframe]

“You are not accustomed to hearing in full, anymore,” she reminds him pointedly, “nor have you ever borne the indiscriminate nature of one’s thoughts. It will doubtlessly be overwhelming.” As always, much to his chagrin, Qi Qingqi has a point. Hearing others’ thoughts as if his right ear still worked was just a tad disorienting, considering it'd been blasted out for these past couple of decades. With his hearing restored, albeit in such a contrived way, Wei Qingwei freshly felt the absence of the facial muscles on his right side. The reminder was a detriment, to be sure. It’d been years since he had to consciously compensate for vertigo—he couldn’t exactly hop back on his feet and saunter about like usual, now could he? But he is nothing if not a tease. So, he works up a dramatized pout and staves off the apprehension she’s hinting at, “Aren't I doing just fine with you, shimei?” “Yes, yes. Though you must know now that I am deliberately slowing my thoughts to a discernible pace and structure.” He quirks a brow and she raises hers. “Not for your sake,” she says sweetly. “There are a choice few secrets worth killing for in my little treasure trove.” “If it's you, I don't think I'd mind one bit.” Qi Qingqi, expectedly, snorts. “Try telling your lover that.” “Qingfang-tongzhi would be thrilled,” he assures. “Even my autopsy is sure to stun the mind and bewitch the soul.” She looks over him, amused. “Yes, Mu-yishi must have been bewitched to have fallen for you.” “Ai-ya! You wound me, Qi-shimei!"

(wip) they're so fun to write <333

[askaceattorney]

Dear Prosecution Investigation Committee,

And I suppose you want me to let every fool who foolishly speaks up say whatever foolish nonsense comes to his mind from now on? The purpose of my whip is to discourage foolish behavior during a trial, not merely to cause meaningless harm. But if you wish to see our courts become more like a preschool, I will not stand your way.

I will, however, fight every last charge that has been leveled against me. I repeat myself, but my whip does not harm -- it disciplines!

-Prosecutor von Karma