#uhh. god are there tags for this on tumblr

[rockyhoney420]

I made another Mucha inspired Essek piece not too long ago, but I love them both so much I had to do another! At the time I didn’t love how i drew him yet, but I’m really happy with this! I hope you all enjoy it too :)) i included a color alt for your viewing please 🫶

[welcometogrouchland]

ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)

[licorishh]

no way she's alive ?? yea those mental health breaks because social media makes people suck are wild huh

[pigswithwings]

destroyed

[smilepebble]

compilation of deeply unserious octopath doodles from the past year or so

edit: forgot one

[serenescribe]

Hello hello~ I was wondering if you like zombie apocalypse AU’s? If so, Because my request for you is a non Twst zombie apocalypse!

Lilia and Silver become separated and try to find each other with the odds stacked against them- with their respective parties trying to instill the realistic idea that their father/son is likely dead, but when they find a sign of the other, they have hope.

[✐] ficlet frenzy

Four years ago, a mysterious outbreak swept the world by storm. Countless people had, seemingly out of nowhere, become stricken by a strange disease, one that clogged their minds with a vile, ink-like substance that had come to be known as “blot.” A zombie apocalypse, the news reporters called it, the infection rendering people mindless, shambling monsters. It was a topic that was once restricted to the realm of fiction, except now, it was their reality.

Over the course of mere months, the world collapsed in on itself. Countless people died, succumbing to the illness — those who merely passed away were considered lucky, for a sizable number of them wound up reanimated by the blot, groaning as they shambled around with the purposes of finding others to attack.

Silver had been lucky that his father was such a capable man. For the first several months, the two of them had taken refuge in a bunker Silver hadn’t even known they’d had, keeping each other company, their only source of news coming from a crackly radio. It wasn’t until they’d begun running out of food rations that they were forced to leave the safety of their shelter, venturing out into the wild as well-equipped as possible, searching for any supplies and signs of civilization.

They’d stuck together for a year. One year of surviving together, working in tandem, until a horrific ambush at a seemingly abandoned building, zombies suddenly storming the lobby, split them apart.

“My father isn’t dead.”

That is the truth that Silver stubbornly lives by, refusing to relent on this vicious belief no matter how hard any of his fellow survivors try to tell him otherwise. The only person who remotely believes him is Kalim; everyone else looks at him with scepticism when they hear his insistent words. Riddle simply frowns, while Jamil heaves a sigh, and the twins look at him with a mocking pity in their eyes. Even Idia, when he bothers to tear himself away from tending to his younger brother’s haphazard prosthetics, mutters something about hopeless optimism.

But it’s true: Silver’s father cannot be dead. Silver knows this in his heart and soul; his father is too strong, too prepared, too important to die. Even though the last Silver saw of him was him firing off at a swarm of zombies as he yelled at Silver to run, faced down with a seemingly hopeless fate, he knows that his father has to be alive somewhere.

He’s kept his eyes and ears out for any hint of his father’s existence since then, but to no avail. Silver can only sigh as he helps to pack up their supplies as they head off for a location Idia received from his mysterious partner — a man he communicates remotely with through morse code signals, technology utterly jammed in this wretched apocalypse.

Silver hopes that he’ll find something today, any trace at all that his father is alive.

“My son is not dead!”

Lilia snarls those words whenever someone tries to warn him against clinging to hope. The practice of optimism is a dangerous affair during the volatility of a zombie apocalypse, but though Lilia exercises a cautious pessimism with everything else, this is the only thing he refuses to back down on.

He knows Silver is alive. He has to be. Lilia had told him to run when the zombies broke in and began to swarm the two of them — Better him alive than me, he’d thought back then as he turned back to the screeching mob and began to gun them down. The swarm had been burnt to a crisp before he’d finished, courtesy of those who found him, a group that had saved his life in exchange for his services and supplies.

Lilia knows nobody believes him. Fools, the lot of them! Still, none of them can complain considering how versatile of a survivor Lilia is; he knows that those in his group value his skills, especially given his ability to trade morse code messages with another distant group of survivors, trading little bits of information about safe spots and supplies. Azul is hard pressed to give up such precious details, but Lilia can’t give a single shit about profit when the world’s ended and everyone’s dead or worse.

He finishes off the last bits of a message before he joins the others — Azul grumbling about all they have to leave behind, while the youngsters, a group of five, give the money-minded man the stink eye. Vil chats with Rook about where they shall head next, and Malleus dips his head at Lilia as he joins them.

Lilia hopes that he’ll find something today, any trace at all that his son is alive.

Silver sees it when they arrive at the safehouse. He finds it when he’s cleaning up, searching around for any supplies they can store: a tiny little container that makes his heart leap from the familiarity of it, the colours and gilded edges catching his eyes in the dust-covered haze of the apocalypse.

And within it—

(His breathing stutters to a stop, heart catching in his throat as a well of hope springs up within his chest, bursting anew.)

A rotting acorn bracelet is nestled inside.

[neoluca]

i've been really nostalgic for this RP i did with my best friend thru middle school and high school.... these were some of my first ever ocs!! so i wanted to revisit them and redraw them and it's been so nice to see them again hehe

(this is by no means all of them, we had almost 50 characters i think!!!)

[enigmatic-enigmas]

Somebody please tell them to stop that. Pride month is OVER.

[woolydemon]

a look into my sick twisted akechi mind

song: Machine Girl – うずまき (UZUMAKI)

[lynxgirlpaws]

oguhyghhh love my bithc beer,,

[chekensheppppp]

You needa post those sketches asap 👀👀

.... What sketches? ehe......

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Nah but fr I can't show em cause this is a family friendly christian blog and i just don't want my main to be too horny (I am not jesting, they're literally r18 so not allowed).

I can show 2 things tho; a crop of an unfinished extremely suggestive art that I can't be assed to finish anymore and a snippet of a smutfic I'm writing that's stuck in my notes app along with other fics that probably won't be finished even by the time I graduate college.

!CW under the cut: Suggestive art, NSFT, incomplete lemon

you sure?

back out while you still can if you're not.

final warning!

(fun fact, I haven't touched this piece since July and it's literally the first suggestive/remotely horny thing I made of em)

(this has no relation to the drawing btw)

in regards to where I'd post the full raunchy sketches or fics if ever, just read the pinned post or find me wherever lololol.

[screamingforests]

Y'all should drop some thoughts and questions in my requests! I wanna write and expand a little more on my god!au and think it would be cool to bounce ideas off of y'all :)

[transgender-brimstone]

food for me and the 3 other bodyguard fans EAT UP!!!!!

[weedpoop]

markers on paper + acrylics on canvas board

[sodaa-enby]

oc art :3

[postheist]

in the tenderness and tending

M-rated bucktommy, 2.9k of plotless tooth-rotting fluff, and missing scenes of tommy being the world's most doting, caring bf

The morning that Buck invites Tommy to the wedding, he also manages to convince him to try and guess his coffee order right back. "For next time, so we're even," he says. It's half a joke, and he knows he might be pushing a little, trying to set another date when he's just barely gotten Tommy to say yes to being his plus one. He almost worries, but Tommy laughs light and breezy before looking up to meet Buck's eyes and say indulgently, "Okay, I can do that for you."

Or, 5+1 fic on the care and keeping of one Evan 'Buck' Buckley, as demonstrated by one Thomas 'How's That' Kinard.

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