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#TY GOD!!!!!
ynomii · 3 months
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angel's tower
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monstermonger · 5 months
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I recently bought an art book on Caspar David Friedrich, whose emotional work stuck with me since I first saw it in a museum years ago. Over the course of a few weeks, I read about his life and at the same time did studies/interpretations of many pieces. It was a really enjoyable and fulfilling project; here's a good lot of them together :)
I was happy to see many people enjoyed Friedrich's work+my interpretations while posting them individually. It took way too long, but I FINALLY set up a print shop for some of these + some other pieces for those who expressed interest. Thank you so much!
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starry-mang0s · 3 months
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GENDER SWAP!!!!
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Prismo -> Spectra
Scarab -> Juniper/June/Junie
There’s a variation of scarab beetle called a June bug and they are this gorgeous green and I HAD to make a gender swapped scarab design!!!!
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ash-and-starlight · 5 months
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one day, in a thousand years
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forecast0ctopus · 5 months
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danbert sketches
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duviten · 2 years
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I drew some of the ideas people commented on my last post
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little-soldiers · 2 months
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(why would he go into the light if THEY’RE his sunshines?)
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punkeropercyjackson · 1 month
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"Well it's not like you can just TELL the non-Water Tribe characters are poc too,you'd have to pay extra attention!"Aang is a buddhist monk,Ty Lee is named Ty Lee and Zuko literally has monolids
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themthemthemthemthemthemthem-
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kittrook · 2 months
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A SCENE FROM THE FIRST WICKED POWERS BOOK AHHH
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xulips · 3 months
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can't you guys celebrate anything normally (happy luka anniv!)
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cassiefromhell · 3 months
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Blings, Rings, & Other Things
Sukuna x Concubine!Reader
wc: 1.5k
warnings: mention of sex, nakedness
a/n: i tried my hand at sukuna. don’t squint too hard. as always, requests are open, pls send me things because I'll write anything and I'm bored
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You need to ask Lord Sukuna for a new necklace.
You sit in front of your elegant mirror, lounging on the ornate carpet with all of your necklaces laid out in front of you. Diamonds, emeralds, sapphires. But no rubies.
How do you not own a single ruby necklace?
Your Lord gave you a stunning red dress for the ball tonight, one that flatters you in every way. But somehow, you have no necklace to match. And it’s crucial that you look impeccable, because an extremely politically important Lady and her full entourage arrived last night, and they will all be at the ball, too. Sukuna’s whole harem was invited, expected to dress to reflect on his power. Which consisted of you, since he had permanently dismissed all his other concubines months ago.
But you had no ruby necklaces.
You sigh, running a hand through your still-damp hair. Your dressers will be here soon, pampering you for the event ー maybe you could get one of them to grab you a ruby necklace from… somewhere. You weren’t sure where Lord Sukuna got all those exquisite things.
A soft knock comes on your door, and you straighten, quickly jumping to your feet. Your maids will kill you when they see that you’ve been sitting and pondering instead of finishing your hair. You place all your necklaces back where you had them laid out on the bureau, hurriedly arranging them nicely.
The knock comes again, just as you’re crossing your large room to get to your dressing room, where your silk robe is hung up. Because you were stupid enough to be sitting around naked, and now you’re definitely pissing off your personal staff with your tardiness.
“Just a moment, ladies,” you call out, taking the robe down. “Not clothed yet!”
“I don’t mind,” a purr of a voice says against your ear, familiar hands wrapping around your waist.
You flinch, practically flying off the ground, then slowly sink back into Sukuna’s gentle embrace, your bare back leaning against his outiftted chest. 
“By the Gods, you scared me,” you murmur, turning your head to kiss his cheek. “You’re so fast, I couldn’t hear you coming. I thought you were Izumi and Murasaki.”
“You called me ‘ladies,’ so I assumed so,” he hums.
Sukuna takes your chin between his index finger and thumb, gently tilting your head up to look at him properly. He gives you a tender kiss, something that’s so rare from Sukuna, with his… well, brutish persona. But he gives you that softness in this moment that you so crave, his tongue dancing with yours.
When he breaks the kiss, you open your eyes and gaze up at him. You chew your bottom lip. “Is something happening? You were supposed to be in a meeting with the Lady and her advisors until an hour before the ball, and it’s only just past noon…”
He releases you and takes one long stride backwards to lean against the wall. “I left early.”
“How come?” You ask, slipping your robe on and raising a brow. “Did something happen?”
“Yes.”
You narrow your eyes. You know Sukuna usually tries to keep you out of courtly matters; he says he doesn’t want you to carry the burden that he does. But right now, he’s being exceptionally quiet.
“Are you going to elaborate?” You turn and leave the dressing room, figuring you may as well finish drying your hair as you talk. At first you had assumed he had visited for sex before the long night ahead of you both, but the atmosphere has dimmed down quickly.
“The visiting Lady Taira and her advisors have come with a marriage proposition between myself and Lady Taira, organized by her cousin,” Sukuna replies, tone giving none of his emotions away.
Marriage!
You nearly trip and fall, but quickly recover, taking a sharp breath and continuing to your dresser. You refuse to let something so little bother you. After all, no matter how many fancy things he buys you, or nights he lets you stay in his bed instead of immediately sending you back to your chambers, or times he tested the words “I care for you,” when he thought you were asleep, you are merely a concubine. A woman to be kept pretty, to be called upon for sex or comfort or every once in a while, someone to complain to. You know this. And so, with an unshaking hand, you grasp a dry hair towel and watch him in the mirror.
“That’s a very good offer,” you hum, traitorous heart thrumming in your chest. “Lady Taira is said to be the loveliest lady of all. Your council has been trying to get you to marry for months now. She would be a nice candidate for you, I think.”
He scoffs, sitting on your bed. Your eyes meet in the mirror. “She is not the loveliest lady. Not even close.”
“Oh? Well, a marriage to her would surely be beneficial,” you turn to face him with now-dry hair. “When will you announce the engagement?”
“I did not accept the offer.”
You blink. And again. And again. A moment ago you thought your heart couldn’t pound any harder, and you thought wrong.
“Why?”
“Because my council isn’t the King of Curses. I am. I dictate who I want to marry, and it is not that Lady,” he crosses one set of arms over his chest, the other propped up behind him as he watches you. “However, I do feel that I need a Queen of Curses.”
“Ah,” you turn back around, getting a comb and raising it to your locks, starting to work out the tangles. “Still looking for candidates, then?”
I could be your wife and queen.
You shut down that thought immediately, and not a moment later your Lord speaks again.
“It could be you.”
You freeze.
“My lord,” you sigh, slowly lowering your combing hand. “Please, do not speak words you do not mean.”
“Don’t call me Lord.” 
He’s behind you in an instant, taking the comb out of your hand and picking you up, spinning you. After a flash of movement, you’re sitting up on the bureau, effectively raising you the multiple feet in height it takes for you to be eye level with him.
“You never call me Lord,” he frowns.
“I did once.”
“Yes, because Uraume was there and you’re terrified of them.”
“…That’s true.”
He leans in, speaking against your ear. His hand slides up your thigh. “It. Could. Be. You.”
Eyes widening, you swallow thickly. “…Why?”
He continues to talk against your ear, fingertips digging into your hip through your silk robe. “Because you are the only female that I enjoy the company of. That I have never once wanted to kill—”
“That’s not true.”
“What?”
“You wanted to kill me when I stole your kimono and wore it in front of all the other concubines, then they nearly killed me—”
“Don’t interrupt me.”
“Continue on.”
He sighs, pulling his face back and holding your chin steady with a hand, staring you right in the eyes. “If I am to take a wife, it will be you. If you do not want the responsibility, then I remain wifeless, damn the council. If I want an heir, you will be the one to carry it. If I want a companion, you will be there. Do you understand?”
You nod slowly.
“Words,” he growls.
“I’ll be your wife,” you blurt.
He smirks. 
“On one condition,” you raise a finger, sticking it in front of his face. “I want a ring. No need for a big fancy proposal, but a nice, handpicked by you, pretty engagement ring. And we both have to wear wedding bands.”
He makes a face, nose scrunching.
You scowl, putting on your best mean voice — your attitude is the reason he likes you so much, anyway. “Oh, boo hoo, Mr. Curse King hates rings. You don’t have to wear it all the time. But we must own them.”
He narrows his eyes, then huffs. “Fine. Two out of seven days of the week.”
“Four.”
“Three.”
“Three, and every time we fuck.”
“I assumed that was already part of the deal, but yes, three.”
You bare your teeth. “Four out of seven or no wife.”
Sukuna leans forward, biting your bottom lip. “Fine. Four.”
“Then I’m your fiancée.”
“I’ll announce it tonight.”
And suddenly, it all feels so… real. This is actually happening. You’re marrying Sukuna.
With a squeal, you jump into his arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him. You kiss him, first his mouth, then his cheeks, then all across his neck.
“Gods, that’s enough,” he tries to push your face away, but he keeps holding you up in his embrace. 
You bite his hand gently, and then whisper into his ear. “Hello, Husband.”
“I did not anticipate you to be so excited about this, woman.”
“Say it.”
“Wife.”
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want a part 2 of engagement sex and fiancee duties? request it (and anything else) in my asks
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artheresy · 4 months
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IM ABOUT TO START UGLY CRYING, NO BIDY TALK TO ME I CANT I. CA N T
ITS MY BOY ITS MY BABY UGH I LOVE HIM
I woke up to this, the outcome of my dayhas already been decided I will ne crying
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starry-mang0s · 3 months
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Silly little doodle of the silliest little guy :>
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This lovely bug belongs to the lovely @time-woods !!
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markantonys · 7 months
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THE WHEEL OF TIME Season 2 Behind the Scenes: "The Tower of Falme"
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freeryebread · 18 days
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sokka has got to have the most various types of rizz because how do you pull the moon, the stars, and the sun. ???
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