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puddleorganism · 2 months

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Funguary day 10! Last night I decided I simply did not want to draw this, but I didn’t wanna skip it because come on it’s the destroying angel there’s no way I’m skipping something that sick

Destroying angel

Rambling got a bit long so I’m putting it under a read more today

This guy was suuper fun! Partially because it’s basically all white, which means I really got to play with lighting.

I tried to mimic the long, thin stalk of the mushroom with the body type, and halfway through the sketch I was just like “this is a stoat” and decided to lean into it and add the dark markings on the tail for a bit of contrast lol. It also mimics how dirt clings to the stalk when you pull it out of the ground (which is also why it’s dark brown rather than the stark black stoats usually have).

I considered doing something really cute, because part of the danger of the destroying angel is that it can be easily confused for edible mushrooms. I decided though, that with a name like destroying angel there was no way I wasn’t doing something cool.

The fire isn’t related to the mushroom at all btw. That’s just leaning into the whole divine wrath feeling the name gives off.

Bonus closeup just for the Meta rambling enjoyers

#art #funguary 2024 #funguary

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thlaylisden · 1 year

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a friend of mine and i got sucked into Ga'hoole AU with our ocs and we have been Rping with them and its suuper fun <3 i hated drawing owls, now i love them

#oc #mycharacters #guardians of gahoole #legend of the guardians #ga'hoole #owls #barn owl #tyto alba #short eared owl #art #digital art #sketch #doodle

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demure2 · 9 months

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Blood is Thicker Than Wine _ THREE

> BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WINE [MASTERLIST]

— 1930s au

— yandere neighbor!chanyeol x reader || ft. best friend!sehun

— genre: angst, suggestive

— warnings: language, alcohol use, cigarette/substance use, mental illness, anxiety, blood, older fella chanyeol, slightly drunk chanyeol, jongin makes an appearance, protective sehun, jealousy

— word count: 3.7k

— note: I'M SUUPER SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! i just want to say thank you guys SO MUCH for the support, especially that one fic rec blog. you know who you are ;) made my whole week. i also got carried away and made this part have some suggestive parts, makes me feel like i have to include a smut in the finale now LOL, lmk. lastly, i know chanyeol doesnt prefer wine LOL but i thought that making him drink anything else would ruin the mood hehe. i hope you guys enjoy, always open to suggestions/criticisms! :)

You shake your head in disbelief, pushing yourself off your knees. Raising your right hand, in one quick motion, your palm meets his cheek.

“Fuck!”

Chanyeol stumbles backward, pressing a cold left hand up to where you had collided. Pain spreads through you in unforgiving motions of heat, where your palm had met his cheek. “Baby,” he breathes, eyebrows furrowed together toward the ground, unable to face you. His hair is slicked back, but a few stray tendrils are glued to his forehead, damp with sweat. “No, no, no, baby. Don’t do this to me now,” he says cautiously, voice small. His chin tilts toward his heart, head leaning dejectedly against the palm of his hand.

“You just met me!” You seethe through your teeth, still gasping for air from his kiss.

“You just met me. I’ve known you, baby. Sehun started to brag about you, weeks ago. It just made me so curious,” he pants, still holding his cheek. “Then I kept seein’ you throughout town. I was lookin’ for you, baby — I couldn’t help but like you.” You make out his expression in the dark, only to find it to be unreadable. He’s not mad at you nor especially irritated, eyes narrow and appraisive of your next action. He draws out a sigh, but his eyes are met with empty validation from yours, vacant of what he was searching for. “Brag about me, weeks ago? You don’t know Sehun.”

You turn roughly to where the door is to leave, but your step is restrained. You struggle to find your senses, anything alluding to what was happening, though it’s immediate on your wrist: Chanyeol’s slender, icy fingers are tightly wrapped around your ulna, forcibly turning your body to face his. You feel his ragged nails pierce your veins.

He roughly spits his words like venom. “You’re the one who doesn’t know him.”

“Let me fucking go!” You lift a leg to kick him, letting your skirt ride up your waist. But the fabric bunches right above your hip, where Chanyeol’s hand has already found your skin.

He closes the distance between your bodies, pressing your head to his chest. He’s fantasized this in his head before, reveling at the supple touch of your chest pressing up against his, your breasts spilling out of your top. His hand right above your ass, your hips and core pressed up to his body. Your breath against his skin feels so sultry and seductive to him, but he’s quick to amuse the situation before he thought he might lose his will. “I’m so sorry, baby. I don’t mean to make you upset, I’ve got you now.” His voice is shamelessly low, meant for only you. “Can’t stop thinkin’ about you,” he purrs, voice getting caught in his throat.

Still pressing your forms together, Chanyeol sweetly hums. Your bodies are bound together with sweat, his almost dormant right arm still glued to his side. Desperately, you yank on his ear with your free hand. But it’s too late, as he pushes the back of your head closer onto him, gentle and cautious not to hurt you with his rough hands. “You know you don’t have to pretend like you hate me anymore, baby. Won’t you talk to me? I’m startin’ to get annoyed - you came here to say sorry.” A frown tugs at his expression, whispering in your ear now.

“I defended you Chanyeol, but you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants for even a night,” you speak small and innocently, yet laced with malice. You mumble your words, but they’re suddenly so direct, fragmenting the air like arrows of poison. “Let’s not forget my end of the deal, Chanyeol. I came here for Sehun, to find out what he was hiding from me. I never should have agreed to this —“

“Can’t you keep your mouth shut for five seconds about Sehun?” Chanyeol is practically pleading now, eyes closed in fractious stoicism, still and unmoving. “Can’t something be about you and me?”

His eyes glint, liable by the slight heartache panging inside of his chest. But he’s soothed by the fact he knows deep down you’re lying, and how easily he could have you. He exhales and blows the hair out of his face, abruptly feeling annoyed and upset with himself. He’d finally had you after weeks of watching, and now you’re mad at him?

So Chanyeol begs more, latching on to you closer. “I know, baby, I know. No more yelling. But you have to stay with me, okay? I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, but men like me are stupid, you know? I just want you all to myself.” Chanyeol’s grip tightens around your waist, not releasing you for even a second.

You stifle your welling tears, still pressed up to his torso. “Why do you want me, Chanyeol?”

Chanyeol smiles against your skin. “Because I’ve known you, baby.” The response makes you shudder. You wonder if he notices you shake against him.

He continues promptly, without hesitation. “I want you because I adore everything about you. It just gets me so mad, baby, ‘M sorry I don’t like your little boyfriend. Can’t help it, he’s just not a gentleman to you. You don’t know everything about him,” Chanyeol continues precariously, suddenly pouting. You can feel his heartbeat increase, the vibrations echoing against you. He feels deceptive, like a liar. That he was maybe just as bad as — or worse than — Sehun. You didn’t know everything about him, either. “You just don’t know half of it, baby.”

“I’m sorry I startled you, mister. Just wanted to go to the bathroom,” you shyly admit, voice small and unsure. “And to see if you were really asleep on that couch. Aren’t you uncomfortable?”

He lightly hums again, drawing shapes on your back with his index finger. It’s kind of awkward, rocking back and forth while standing in the dark, so you don’t say anything. “It’s okay. You can leave in the morning, baby, it’s still late now. Just be back for me by evening.”

⇒

“How does Chanyeol know you, Sehun?”

Sehun swallows thickly, blinking. “I don’t know him, [Y/N],” he says while meeting your eyes. Slowly, he’s controlled, emotionless.

“Then how does he know your name?”

Sehun sits upright, suddenly confrontational. “What do you mean he knows my name?” You let him stare at you like that, eyebrows furrowed blankly, biting his lip. His eyebrows aren’t tense or anything, which is usually the first sign he gets before he gets a full blown headache, but he feels uneasy.

You’d left Chanyeol’s house early this morning, slyly slipping through the front gate before the sun had risen, blue and before orange had streaked the horizon. You’d slept poorly that night, reluctantly having gone back to Chanyeol’s desolate guest room. As for Chanyeol, he’d unassumingly gone back to restlessly sleeping on the velvet sofa, worried you’d leave before morning once again. His eyes flutter open once; but by then, it’s six in the morning, and the sound of the tall iron gate closing has already concluded.

“Did you boys know each other back then or something? He go to Heartland High?” You lean forward, a real possibility considering Chanyeol was only two years older than Sehun, and you, 4 years younger than Sehun.

“You don’t mean you’re talking to that bluenose that tried to blow my brains out with a rod — right? That’s why you wanted to walk home alone last night? That freak?” Sehun scoffs as he reclines back leisurely into the restaurant seat, though you know he’s setting you up for your own hypocrisy. “A senseless deduction, Sehun. M’ not talkin’ to anyone,” you hiss in response. The trinkets on your bracelet collide with the maple of the table as you speak, mocking your words while engraving them into the memory of the wood. You smirk, feeling in control. “He’s just a good kisser to me.”

“God, you kissed him?” Sehun sets down his glass, swirling the tart lemonade inside. He sits back up, eyes flashing a frame of desperation. “You serious, [Y/N]?”

“No, Sehun, I’m kidding,” you reply disinterestedly, knowing he’ll catch onto your guise.

Sehun loses his temper, pushing the table with both hands to heft his body weight completely up. “Half-paralyzed arm war-vet without a dame, town freak with a mansion. Can’t you see it, doll? Cash in the ditch America is in right now? He’s a rogue criminal, [Y/N].” And he smells faintly like wine, too. But you wouldn’t tell Sehun that.

A rogue criminal, huh?

“And I’m supposed to believe that you kissed him? What the fuck? I’m supposed to be protecting you. What will your mother think when she finds out that her young woman is whoring around? What do you see in that guy, even? You stopped callin’ him a freak ‘cause you think he’s a quick fuck instead?” Sehun interrogates you, looking down at your unbothered figure, still sitting dignified. He continues, enraged. “If you wanted to be fucked so badly, why didn’t you just tell me?”

You reply with a smug grin, refusing to look at him. “I’m not interested in having a bug constantly on top of my case, Sehun. I’m not whoring around, and if I was, it wouldn’t mean anything to you. It’s summer, give me a break. You reek today by the way, like gasoline.”

It makes him sick to his stomach to think about, Chanyeol pushing your face down into the bed as he fulfilled his own sick desires. A hypothetical situation that even you haven’t thought about.

He’s recently been contemplating the timeline before you would find out yourself about his friends at the car shop, too. He can only hide it for so long, after all.

He grits his teeth, jeeringly. “Don’t change the subject, doll. Can’t believe you’re so needy that you’ve resorted to giving that creep handys for a fistful of fifty cents,” he clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth. “Thought you were better.”

Before Sehun is finished talking, you reach into your coat pocket with empty fingers. You toss the change onto a gingham napkin cloth, and abruptly heft your own body weight up. You vaguely smile. “Fistful of fifty cents.”

Sehun looks up at you with wide eyes and protest, but keeps his mouth shut and hands at his temples, silently following your figure until it slips soundly out of the shop. The bells at the door jingle to ridicule him.

You catch sight of the time on the restaurant clock before you leave: 5:40 PM on the analog. You still had time to walk to the bakery and back to the Park estate.

⇒

And so you twist the doorknob in a full motion with your free hand, unwavering certainty of it being unlocked. He didn’t get visitors, anyway.

You stumble into his doormat, but your face winces at the tart aroma of wine aerating around the manor. You accidentally drop the paper bag in your left hand in the process, cringing at its loud crinkling sounds.

It was not illegal to consume alcohol. It was illegal to sell it. 1928’s alcohol prohibition.

He’s sitting at the dining table, back faced to the door, silhouette broad. The tablecloth is absent of food or lit candles though, like it's seen brighter days. The chandelier is bleakly dusty above, and it swings haphazardly in an eclipse. The only thing left to console him was a glass - and a bottle - of Beringer Red Wine. It’s acerbic on his tongue and goes down his throat like acid, like tough love.

You sneak along the dining room, still careful to not adjacent your body to his gaze, despite knowing he’d heard the bag dropping earlier. Chanyeol mutters cautiously, something along the lines of “what are you doing here, now?” when his head snaps up to relish your presence.

Suddenly, he stands up, unable to believe his eyes. “Mélis? Is that you?” The air is hazy and suffocating in the manor, only slightly illuminated by the evening moon streaming through the window. He pushes in his chair and steps toward you, extending his left arm, but you swat his hand away before it touches your face. “You have to leave now, Mél. I’m seeing someone.”

You thought about taking advantage of the situation, whining your voice and pretending to be her. Your thighs squeeze together at the thought of his potentially regretful reaction, wishing it were directed toward you, instead. Does he miss her? Were you a distraction? Does he want her back? Chanyeolie, you miss me, don’t you? Of course I miss you baby, just let me get rid of the current girl I’m seeing!

It didn’t sit well with you. “I - I’m not Mélis,” rubbing your sweaty hands on your skirt. You laugh nervously, “do you usually go for girls that look like me?”

His eyes widen as he absorbs your figure. “You’re right, you’re not Mélis,” he trails off, slowly. “M’ so sorry baby, was drinking a little. Wasn’t sure when you would come,” his gaze falters as it becomes more and more deplorable in itself. “Or if you would, at all.”

Light and acquiescently, the rain starts to patter outside. It forms hundreds upon thousands of tiny domes on the window pane, growing until they roll off. You don’t respond, so he changes the subject himself, shaking his head. “Would you get me a slice?” glancing down at the paper bag in your grip, designed with a large composition of illustrated baked goods and pastries. “Baby should eat with me too, since it’s baby’s gift after all.”

You had brought him a cinnamon sugar apple pie from the local bakery next door, set with a decorative lattice overlapping the filling on top. You’re gently elated when you see his dimples manifest, and his lips pressed into a thin line of sweet delight. His eyes rest shut as the syrup melts against his tongue. Some dribbles at the curve of his lip and trickles down his lip like spit. You can’t help but watch as he laps it up mindlessly, like a canine. “Does your right hand ever hurt, Chanyeol? Stuck to your side?”

“Can barely feel the elbow and arm up. Fingers are fine, so it’s gettin’ better. Doc said so. Just need time to train the muscle again.”

“Oh,” you smile. “That makes sense.”

“You know you can come by anytime, [Y/N],” he breaks the tension. “I’m sorry about earlier. It’s just that you move nice and quiet, and you make it smell like it did when I had a woman here. And I do like a flaky apple pie.” You smile softly, unsure of why you decided to get the pie for him in the first place. This doesn’t mask your mental recoil while thinking about his woman.

“Would you tell me more about her, Chanyeol? About Mélis?”

Chanyeol grumbles, “not interested. Was a real pain in the neck back then, met ‘er at the bar and she never left me. I think she taught me how to be crazy about someone. Now I won’t leave you alone,” he faintly chuckles. “Infatuated with you badly, baby,” he rambles on, still devouring the slice and still holding the sticky metal fork in his fist. Chanyeol wants you desperately, more than he can let on. His mind flashes to countless times before, pants strained against himself and jaw clenching at the thought.

Chanyeol changes the subject once again, afraid he might get carried away. “I want to take you somewhere important to me today, baby.”

“Where are we going?” You blindly inquire, unsure.

“To where I work. I think we could really, really, help each other out baby,” Chanyeol breathes. “You won’t tell anyone anything, right baby? Our secret?”

You nod, immediately. “Yes, our secret, mister.”

You’re following Chanyeol outside to his garage in the next five minutes, a separate unit outside of his main property. A neat white shelter. “Mercedes-Benz 380 W22 Cabriolet,” Chanyeol exhales proudly. “It’s just ten minutes away, can you handle that? Baby get car sick?”

You try to keep your smirk to a minimum. “No-no, no. I enjoy car rides, Sehun takes me around in his, all the time.”

“Alright.” If you wanted to play, he wouldn’t entertain you.

The interior of the black car is sleek, but the unreleased 1933 model lacks a console between the two front seats, allowing little room between your figures.

Knowing this, Chanyeol glances down at the lavish sight beneath him. Your short skirt, adorned with an ornate belt, barely spreads out over your thighs pressed against the leather seat. What a shame that you’re so careful, keeping a space of at least 10 inches apart from his leg — your body was practically facing the car door. He’s mesmerized nonetheless, breath hitching when he trails his eyes up to your face, already staring at him. “Pervert.”

He smirks, running a hand through his black hair. Truthfully, you relish in his attention.

The car ride is mostly silent, but you occasionally turn your head over to watch him drive. He drives casually without much care, one arm on the steering wheel. His right arm is stuck at his side, but his fingers are on his lap, lightly tapping. He hoped you wouldn’t notice, distracting himself from the hardness swelling in his pants. He doesn’t think you can see though, in the evening light. He keeps his eyes on the road, for once.

The shapes of the town decline in size and pervasiveness as the ride continues. It still appears suburban, even as flashy neon club-lights gradually replace the monotonous street lights you’re used to. You realize that you’re on the edge of town, at the border between residential housing and the big-city metropolis.

Then, in big and unfaltering letters, you see the sign; JUNMYEON’S ETHYL. & GARAGE WORK. The premise of the shop is surprisingly polished, appearing spacious from the outside. Surrounding the shop are unassuming plazas and smaller outlets, palm-tree-graced boutiques, and saloons. The silence crashes naturally, with the noise of busy mechanics at work outside. “You do autowork, Chanyeol?”

His voice catches in his throat momentarily. Modestly, he offers an “I guess.” He turns around to look at the car’s blindspot, holding onto his seat’s head-cushion. He pulls into the corner of the parking lot, pressing the foot brake to shift the car into park.

“Just stay by me, baby.”

You nod as you both exit the car, meeting each other at the pavement in front. Chanyeol smoothly pushes the glass door open, and you’re met with cool, fresh air. The tiled flooring is brighter and cleaner inside, and you can see rows of vehicle hoists in the garage behind. He holds you close to him, walking through the empty shop, despite being well illuminated. “So clean for a car shop,” you mutter. “How do you work with that arm?”

“I don’t work on cars much anymore. That’s your boy toy’s job.” You stop walking to look up at Chanyeol. “This is the same car shop Sehun works in?” You grit your teeth, continuing. “And he’s not my boy toy.”

He replies nonchalantly, walking again. “That wasn’t obvious?” You reach the back of the empty shop, stopping in front of the branded EMPLOYEES ONLY door.

“Then what’s so crazy that he’s hiding? You made me agree to go with you to show me nothing? That fucking sucks, I was starting to actually think you were cute, but it turns out you were just a perv all along —”

You’re interrupted as the door swings wide open, revealing a man courtly dressed in dark blue attire. His hair is neat and roughly the same length as Chanyeol’s, but partially sticking to his forehead with sweat. He’s seen more sun than Chanyeol, his white dress shirt underneath sticking out and revealing his toned chest underneath. He stares at you with discernment for a moment, before looking back at the older man next to you.

“Who’s this? Finally got laid and decided to bring her in?” He clicks his tongue with the roof of his mouth, something in annoyance.

“She’s Sehun’s plaything,” Chanyeol replies, mentally recoiling. “Thought it might teach him not to fuck with my business anymore, plus I’ve really grown to like her. Bunny puffs her chest out a lot, but she lets me take care of her. She’s a good girl.”

Blue-suit looks unamused, leaning against the door frame. “She’s real pretty, Yeol. What’s she know ‘bout white-collar crime?”

Your eyes widen, mouth agape. “White-collar crime?” Thoughts race through your head; money laundering, extortion, were they pimps? This is a car shop. Your world begins collapsing in on itself, naming off the possibilities. And Sehun’s involved?

Your train of thought is interrupted by the other, finally talking directly to you. “You know your eyelashes flutter when you think hard, sweet stuff?” Chanyeol smiles, laughing wholeheartedly for once, patting the other on his back. “Easy on her. This is [Y/N], Jongin. I’m gon’ show her round back, take her to my world,” Chanyeol pauses. “Then I’ll take her out front.” Jongin grins back, nodding.

Satisfied, Chanyeol finally shows you some personal attention. Whispering in your ear, lowly. “Let’s go, baby.”

Jongin steps aside, allowing you both into the back. An intermediate room, presumably where Jongin was working behind a desk, and then beyond it, a large spiraling stairwell downward, surely miles into hell.

Taking your hand, Chanyeol descends quickly and without apprehension.

Beneath, a warmly lit but spacious wine cellar. The scent is pungent, an intense stench that burns your nostrils through raw.

It reeks of moonshine.

“So, what do you think?” Chanyeol feels proud, his stance wide and ready to conquer anything. Endless vats and vats of fermenting liquid alcohol are carefully arranged, dispersed throughout the entire floor. Fluid cables are tangled and thrown mindlessly over wooden support beams. You’re looking at a bootleg alcohol operation, a prolific one at that, right in the middle of America’s grand Alcohol Prohibition.

You won’t even challenge his audacity. “You told me to stay away from Sehun because he was hiding the fact that he works for a giant bootleg alcohol operation, that you also coincidentally work for.”

Chanyeol smiles derisively, relaxing his posture. “You’ve got it wrong, baby. Wait until you find out about the wreck your boy is,” he snarls devilishly. “Didn’t he tell his sweetheart? Haven’t you heard? Couldn't control his anger, responsible for killing Park Yoora?”

Part mailboy, part car mechanic, part killler, impartially in love with you. Sehun was full of tricks.

#by demure2 #chanyeol angst #sehun angst #yandere exo #exo yandere au #yandere chanyeol #exo au #exo x reader #chanyeol x reader #chanyeol au #sehun au #yandere au #yandere!chanyeol #yandere!exo

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mayakern · 2 years

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I scrolled through your whole time capsule! so cool to see how your style has changed over the years. Are there any of your suuper early works that you still have particular fond memories of?

haha, it’s a ride, isn’t it?

i have positive memories for most of the pieces i added to the time capsule, but i’ll highlight a few standouts!

2005

this was art of my and my best friend’s (at the time) sonas. hers was a cat and mine was a tanuki, except i definitely thought tanukis were just brown raccoons and didn’t really know anything about them.

2006

the frog prince. i was so incredibly proud of this drawing at the time but i didn’t even remember to reflect the moon properly lol

2007

this is when i started making little fairy tail comics. at first they were all takes on existing fairytales and ended in weird jokes like this. this is the very first one i ever made and this was very much during the RAWR xD i’m so random phase of the internet, when jokes like this were considered funny.

2008

here’s the phase where i drew a lot of bridges in an attempt to appease my art teachers and do Something Other Than Comics

also i used art from this era as the art marina drew in monsterpop

2009

ah 2009… the end of high school, beginning of college. i was trying to get more into digital art but this highlight isn’t about that, because here’s a page from a webcomic i was making that got a daily deviation lol. i was extremely proud of myself.

2010

the start of me and my bittersweet short comics. this is before i realized i was queer so at this point it was all straight couples.

2011

got into homestuck. realized i was queer. made fairyfail, which i posted on tumblr and it popped off (by my standards at the time). i was still very much in my bittersweet romance phase and this was before the “kill your gays” trope got the sort of widespread disdain it now receives (no one in fairyfail died but it does have a sad ending). i was still really confused about my identity and didn’t really know what to do with it or myself.

2012

i made and posted “how to be a mermaid” and it got even more of a response than fairyfail. i also started making and posting monsterpop!

and oh boy i’m out of images! guess i’ll have to reblog this to add more. sorry for how long this post is gonna be lol

#ask #long post #time capsule #maya draws things #artists on tumblr #art

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lost-tardis-room · 10 days

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2 & 14? :3

hi! :D

2 - otp?

uhhhh sort of??? for doctor who i just..... am not suuper invested in their relationships in a romantic or sexual way, i prefer just a really interesting dynamic, which is often not one that could end in a nice happily ever after yknow??? But. Twissy. twissyyyyyyyyyy twissy twelve and misyyyyyyy. i just think they have most fascinating and unhinged and, yeah, pretty sensual relationship. there's just so much there to unpack!!!! the end of the eaters of light alone.............. ough............ even their first meeting in s8................. normal people do not do that!! people with normal relationships do not do that!! like the singular ship across any media i've been most invested in is aziraphale and crowley but like... i know they're going to get a happy ending and while their dynamic is interesting it doesnt have the same level of batshit unhingedness that makes twelve and missy So Fascinating to think about. like ineffable husbands boils down to 'forbidden love' but twissy has too many layers for that. yay <3

14 - is there a character/ship you were so sure you would never write or draw but now you've changed your mind?

gonna be honest i was not sold on thoschei when i was mostly seeing tensimm stuff but twissy changed my mind completely. like the art people do for tensimm is great but idk not really my thing i cant quite get past the year that never was, but then after the end of time and then into twissy stuff there's a...... its not even a redemption arc for missy but there's a level of character development that makes it better for After the end of time. like simmmaster refusing to regenerate in teh doctor's arms & ten crying over him was, to me, something i only got at an intellectual level idk - like ok yeah he's upset cos that's teh only other time lord in existence buuuuuut he did just keep you prisoner and humiliate you and torture a whole planet for a year idk man........... like it was wild but it doesn't invoke the same feral energy in me that twissy does. does that even count as the same ship?? it kinda doesnt. idk. but idk i havent drawn tensimm but i have drawn twissy a bunch of times and if were to write a doctor who fic other than the one i've got going atm (i would put missy in it if i could but she doesnt quiiiite fit) (except i just had an au of my au idea for that lol) it would have twelve and missy in it for sure

#thanks for the ask!!#anyways uhhh. my twissy opinions #i have more #thoschei #twissy #missy #dw

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odekoyma · 8 months

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Omg i just had a dream where i opened your twitter and saw a post where you said: 'I DONT LIKE ZOE X KAYN ANYMORE IM GOING TO SHIP BRIAR X KAYN NOW' and you were complaining about the fact that BriarxKayn didnt have anymore fanart even though it was only a day since she got leaked and you were spamming these bunch of BriarxKayn sketches and artwork and the comments were a bunch of people crying and others congratulating you for it because kaynxzoe was problematic to them and for some reason i had this huge panic attack and was like NOOOOO WHYY and then it all went downhill because a tsunami came to my area and i had to evacuate and a lot of my family and friends died and it was horrible and at the end of the dream i was separated from my family and put into some safe room? Yeah i know it sounds suuper cursed haha (Oh and this isnt any hate if you wanna ship BriarxKayn, i just wanted to share this odd nightmare i had <:D)

............................................... W-why are you dreaming a-about me?

but it looks like a canon event that's what happens when I draw something stupid

but Kayn x Briar 💀💀💀 hell nah

#briar

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azpher-omega · 2 years

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Hey-ho look at my cool thingo

Redesigned these fire raptors AGAIN and I think I'm finally happy with them.

Inane ramblings about them and what I've been up to below. I would put a readmore but well I guess if people dont like long posts they'd have the post shortener on. I'll tag it anyway tho.

It's probably unwise and unfair to my other creations to start the arduous and fraught task of modelling something I've only JUST made but I really wanted to and here we are.

This one is perfect to practice both multires/baking details as well as proper fur. Not super happy with it so far? Its objectively well modelled but it's not really looking like the drawing yet. Such is the struggle of 3d. Ttrrryyying to model them naked/neutral sex-wise first, not sure if that'll work out.

Biology wise, these guys are wierd. They're related to the dragony group, but not suuper closely. After all they lost all their lower limbs while some dragons still have all 8. Unlike them they dont really show any vestigial parts/repurposing, but that may change.

Fun fact, they are not feathered. Their frills are flaps of cartilage covered in hair. Its probably not super soft, since its derived from scales.

I maaaaay be giving them a third eye? Probably not a conplete one though. See, the common ancestor of their group wouldve had 4 eyes, one on the bottom, top, left, right. I will have to do more work to see exactly which ones lost eyes before I say whether these guys do or not.

Struggling a bit with the feeling I never finish stuff, which is true because 'finished' is an arbitrary line, and I never want to feel obligated to stick with something I no longer like just because it's 'done', but, well, then you get sucked into the alluring tornado of only ever redoing stuff and never progressing. Redoing stuff feels soooo fun and rewarding though.

If you made it here, coolio. Have a look at this guys design evolution:

The original, very yellow, always liked and failed to improve on its upright posture and flowing tail

The redo that got a little out of hand, love it, gorgeous, still some of my best detail work, was in a bit of a realism phase, and lost a lot of the orignals uniqueness in it, but still, great

The re-re-do, an attempt, and maybe failure, to recapture the original, but kind of ended up just feeling like a halfway compromise between the two while having neithers good points. At the least I got rid of the beak which was a great choice. Much better hands too. However this one really solidified their inner workings, habitat, etc. that was key to how I went about re-re-redoing it.

The re-re-redo! Theyre now more upright again, woohoo, finally got it, tails awkward and im still not 100% on it, but its much more reflective of its evolution. Made them more bald like a vulture since they live in a desert, plus, for the new theoretical potential 'female' design, a sandy coat. I'm not 100% on them being dimorphic, texhnically I have an explanation for why theyd be black in a desert, but I thought it'd be fun and make them feel more fitting.

Fun fact, their tassels are actually sensory structures, sort of a nose, sort of an ear, picks up vibrations and chemicals on the wind, basically an antennae. Funner fact, the dragons horns are homologous to these, and serve the same purpose, just heavily modified!

#az's wips #bestiary #creatures #creature design #creature #long post

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hetakiba · 2 years

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Tagged by @marley-manson thank you again!

Favorite color: Green as well!

Book currently reading: I just finished one but am still reading "Pieces of Her" by Karin Slaughter (mystery) and "Dead Silence" by S.A. Barnes (suuper cool scifi horror)

Last song: On the drive home True by Spandau Ballet played. Song I purposefully listened to was she wants to move by n.e.r.d.

Last series: I actually just finished the bad batch with my brother (which is star wars...) and my friend is making me watch squid game

Last movie: Same friend also made me watch 13 cameras, horror obviously, very ok 👍 watching Signs tonight

Sweet/savory/spicy: Sweet atm

Currently working on: oh man 🤔 I'm crocheting a dinosaur with my mom and I got a big lego set I haven't started yet 😂 fandom wise, not much! A few drawing ideas actually (we'll see)

Tagged: @sleepydane like usual if you'd like 😘

#I am a mutual who loves being tagged #texts #personal #asks

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fishgirlbelly · 2 years

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do u still draw?

hi anon! i do still draw, i promise!! granted its not very often, and when i Do draw its mostly in the form of 20 second scribbles... i havent been suuper motivated lately ^_^"

i do wanna try and draw some more finished pieces this year and post them here though!! ive got a few comms and art trades on the way :D

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hotroadkill · 2 months

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hi i’m seri (/seren) welcome to whatever the fuck this is 🤍

- i draw sometimes :]

- not suuper comfortable with minors following so idk… uh… gentle dni there? otherwise i don’t rlly care who interacts, i can ignore <3

- my gender is a question mark and i’ve lived as both male and female and at this point idfc anymore i just am most comfortable w he/him

(- if u r wondering if i actually ship oli/noah or not my answer is “i touch grass regularly and none of this is that serious”)

- and well i’ve been here since 2014 i just wanted a new start where i can be insane in peace. irls follow my main and it also just got bigger than i was comfortable with

- my interests switch a lot bc all the old hyperfixations go dormant and come back but ig mostly i post abt my favorite bands, Various Good Images, some poetry, some art, and every mild inconvenience i face and every cool thing i see <3

#serenposting

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randomositycat · 3 months

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Artist/animator brain telling me to pick apart each episode for subtle differences in comparison to the show as a whole

What seems like it could be on model and what feels like it was pushing boundaries to developing a semi-new style for the anime

Rant under cut bc hi I do this a lot in my head,, and I could go through each episode and pick them apart but I've got e 17 on the brain so we'll stick with that for now and maybe I'll check out the older ones later

I only bring it up now bc,, well I didn't want to before

In e 17 (since it's the one freshest in my brain) the art differences I notice are purely in the chibi style, and minorly in the closer shots of characters

This shot specifically feels like it belongs to a different show! But still suuper super cute all the same!

And we go back to something more fitting with the other similar style shots from previous episodes! Not to say that it's all and all the same style every time, but again the differences are subtle and you have to look very closely to even say "huh, that's a bit different!"

I also noticed that usually they don't skip out of drawing fingernails? which sure most animes dont but it feels different here? If that makes sense,,

They really upped their detail game compared to other episodes! all the little things that pain me to even think about doing as an animator! The work put into some of these shots is super impressive! They even shaded the fake mole?? Come on!! The idea of doing what they've down with these shots makes me tired,, kudos to the artists for having the nerve

The fingernails stand out the most to me bc there is so much detail in them!

From the cuticle to the beautiful lighting and shading when she was applying make up to his face (I don't have a gift sorryyy 😣)

And we already know the eyes are beautiful, but my favorite attention to detail is Jinshi's eyes. Maomao never fails to comment on his beauty, and artistically it shows as much, emphasizing it to no end really, but he's so subtly feminine that I find myself studying his eyes quite a bit! His long eyelashes really draw you in...

You can see they dulled it down a little, for his Jinka disguise, but even then he's got such gentle eyes that could easily be mistaken for a woman's if he were to hide his face :) (looking at you Hunting arc, missed a chance! I'll tell you!)

Maomao's expressions in this episode really take the cake too LOL

There's no shortage of good maomao faces, especially not here >:)

As each new episode releases I'm just soooo enamored with how steady the improvement is! Artists finding their rhythm with the characters and sprinkling little things here and there that can go unnoticed but definitely enhance a shot! It's amazing!

And it brings me to talk about e4 which yes I agree is gorgeous animated, but im someone who prefers consistency rather than quality in my animated shows

(quality is good yes but to go from very fluid to standard fluid is jarring to say in the least)

I adore the fluidity in e4, obsessed with it. I was under the impression that an entirely different director + team was in charge (I wasn't wrong abt the director)

My favorite bits have to be the expressions,

And how each movement feels less like a show and more like a movie, like we got a spontaneous budget increase for this episode alone!

Lip syncing too, REALLY on point! I love angry Maomao and I'm a sucker for lip syncing any time!! When she was scolding Lihua's lady in waiting, the animators really hit every keyframe on the nose! (generally makes e4 dub a bit of a hassle for me to watch) I rewatch the sequence again and again because of how well done it is :) a spectacular moment indeed

Another episode with really fluid moments is episode 10, I think 🤔 when she confronts Lady Lishu about Fengming. The entire scene is wonderfully done, with Lishu's expressions and her ladies-in-waiting being excited to talk to Jinshi :) all things I gladly pay attention to

All in all the show has a gorgeous art direction 😊 I hope they continue to enhance it little by little with subtle things like everything i mentioned above

Makes an artist's heart flutter thinking about the dedication and care put into its production

#im just talking about art styles #and the visuals in knh #cant help myself #animation makes neuron activate #its a ramble really #coherency is not my specialty!!

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mochaart · 3 years

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YOUR CONTENT NEVER FAILS TO BE A FAVE,,,, i love your style so so much the way u draw everyone is so good,,,!!!!

could i request a kazuichi? love the way u draw him!!!!

oh HECK yeah he is SO fun to draw

#kazuichi souda #danganronpa #sdr2 #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa fanart #sorry this took so long!! i hope ya like it!!!#i got suuper into this drawing #tried a new painting style and everything #im off the rails!!#anyway anon ily #thank you so much for the nice comments <333 #anonymous #ask #my art

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duskholland · 3 years

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What about a Soft!Mob!Tom where the reader is suuper pregnant and tom gets anything she needs (like cravings or something), and even cuddles her.

Love u

grrr this is so cute. so so so so so cute. thanks for requesting! cw: food.

�� it’s mob monday !! –

“How’s that, darling? Is that better?”

Tom’s looking at you, concern written across his face. His tie hangs loosely around his neck, his shirt crumpled. For the last two minutes, he’s been fussing around you, trying to fluff up the pillow behind your back so you’ll be comfortable. It doesn’t matter how much you move and try to reposition—there’s been a sharp pain jabbing into your lower back for the last hour, and it’s been incredibly irritating.

You hum, shifting around slightly as you test the waters with this new position. A broad smile finds your mouth.

“Better!” You announce. You sigh as you lay back, your hand drifting to rest on the curve of your baby bump. You’re eight months pregnant, and though you’re enjoying your pregnancy for the most part, it’s grown tiresome. Your hormones are all over the place, your feet hurt all the time, and the cravings have been incredibly intense.

“Can I get you anything else?” Tom asks. He reaches down to rest his palm on your belly, his pinky finger wrapping around yours. His eyes are tired but still so full of love, and you feel your heart do a backflip as you meet them.

“No, I’m okay.” You link your hand with his and squeeze him softly. “You should go back to your meeting. I’ll be fine here.”

He frowns, his eyebrows scrunching together. “If you need anything—anything—you call me. Okay?”

You bite back the smile that threatens to seize hold of your features, and nod. Tom’s been incredibly protective for the entire duration of your pregnancy, looking after you more than you’d ever expected him to. He’s always taken care of you, but it’s been upped—he’s uneasy whenever he doesn’t have an eye on you and doesn’t like being away from you for too long. He’s incredibly doting, and giving, and patient, and you love him so much it makes your heart hurt.

“Go,” you urge, knowing he’d happily blow off another meeting for you. “I just need to rest. Go do your job, mister.”

He kisses the back of your hand before begrudgingly stepping away.

“Fine,” he grumbles. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

For a while, you flick through the programmes on the large tv attached to the wall of your bedroom, only paying partial attention as you’re between sleep and consciousness. However, when a cooking show comes on screen, you find yourself waking up. You look at the screen, your eyes widening as they fall upon the delicious spread of food. Suddenly, you feel an incredibly strong, inconvenient craving come on.

You groan as you reach out, looking for your phone. You’re distracted by the tv as you write out some simple messages to Tom.

You: hey can someone get me one of those waffles from that market in camden pls You: a really big one with the strawberries and the syrup on You: please xxxx You: oh and cinnamon. thanks

Tom: give me ten minutes

You smile as you put your phone back on the mattress, stretching your arms out above your head as you sigh happily. Tom’s got men on the ground all across the city, so you don’t feel as bad as you did when you’d begged him to go out at 3am to bring you KFC. He’d done it, because he loves you, but you’d still felt guilty. It eases your heart to know he’ll probably just relay the message to someone else and then continue with his meeting, unbothered.

Instead, you find the bedroom door opening nine minutes later, and in strolls Tom, waffle in hand, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Here you go, my darling,” he announces. He passes you the plate and kisses your forehead before waltzing off to the side, his fingers going to his tie.

“Fuck,” you moan, taking the first bite of your food and feeling your tastebuds delight. “Thank you.” You look to Tom and frown as you see he’s stripping off. “Wait, what about your meeting?”

Tom quirks an eyebrow. “You need me,” he says, stating it as a fact.

You nod along, deciding not to tell him that you needed the waffle, not him, because now he’s walking towards you, shirtless and in a pair of grey sweats, and you realise...yeah. You’d quite like a cuddle.

“Definitely,” you agree. You finish eating and Tom takes the plate, putting it on the side. He offers you a glass of water, then waits for you to finish that too before approaching the bed. “Ah, fuck. I need to pee.”

Tom briefly rolls his eyes, well used to this by now. “You always need to pee,” he teases. He pulls back the duvet and offers you both hands, which you gratefully accept.

“Yeah, well, try carrying around a baby, and maybe then you’d understand.”

Tom kisses your temple before you walk away. You’re quick through the bathroom, and you find yourself yawning as you dry your hands on one of the soft cotton towels. When you walk back into the bedroom, you discover it considerably tidier than you’d left it. Tom’s apparently passed over it like some sort of cleaning fairy, and he’s moved away all the scattered clothes and dress pillows. He’s sitting in bed waiting for you, the big light switched off, and he’s apparently just as prepared as you to have a nap despite it only being late afternoon.

“You’re very cute,” you say as you get back into bed. You snuggle down and Tom curls into your side, throwing one of his legs over yours as he presses his face into your neck. His hand goes to your bump as he kisses up your neck, very softly.

“What d’you mean?” He mumbles, voice quiet and soft. His fingers draw light circles over your belly, and you hum contentedly. Already, you’re feeling sleepier, just from the darkness in the room and the warmth coming off Tom’s figure.

“So attentive,” you say. “So sweet. So...soft.”

Tom grumbles into your neck. “‘M not soft.”

“Yes, you are.” You snuggle further into the duvet and smile into the darkness. “Ditching your meetings for me, bringing me whatever I want, cuddling me all the time… You’re a big softie, Tom. It’s cute.”

“Hmph.” Tom rubs your stomach gently. “I just want to make sure that you’re okay. Happy mum, happy baby.” You roll your eyes as he repeats the buzz phrase which has characterised your pregnancy. Happy mum, happy baby has been his mantra. You aren’t complaining. It’s worked out quite well for you.

“Yeah, but when the baby’s here, you’ll be ditching me for her.”

“Never, darling, never.” Tom chuckles as he kisses your jaw. “You’ll just need to share the spotlight. Can you do that?”

You bring a hand up to play with his hair. “I think I’ll be able to figure something out,” you reply. You’re quiet for a few moments, your eyelids falling shut as you let yourself relax. You’re very content, with Tom’s soft curls against your neck and his soft breathing fanning out across your skin. You feel full of love. “‘M sleepy.”

“Go to sleep,” he whispers. Tom turns his head to kiss your shoulder. “I’m here.”

“Okay,” you mumble, yawning. One of your hands goes to rest on your stomach, and Tom repositions his palm so it’s resting on top of yours.

“Sweet dreams,” he coos. “Sleep well.”

#annnnd that's all i got for tonight ! hope you liked my v soft blurbs.... i would now like a baby pls :)#tom holland x reader #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader blurb #tom holland fluff #myblurbs #tomblurbs #dad!tomfic #mob!tomfic #mob!tomblurbs #tom.sfw #q #also ? didnt rlly know what to use as the craving lmao personally the idea of cinammon and strawberry and chooclate makes me feel horrible #but if you like that....you do you fjdkhf #oh what syrup** not chocolate. i dont even know what i wrote hfjdkhf #anyways. enjoy :)

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