Pretty Party Pwyll!

kiyomi takada ; death note. i'm very proud of this piece! please tell me what you think if you can/want.

Whassup??? Finding fics to read can be a challenge (there's no objective good or bad, but we might individually like some things and dislike others) - which is why @itsdoriagainfrens fanfic Poisons has been a little delight for me and I thought I would offer to make them fanart/a wattpad cover for them (if they want). And this is it!

I like how they turned out

Haha gay,,, me n my pals OCs Corwin and Acatl :^}

Commissions for 2021 are open!  Slots Open: 3/3

I will draw almost anything for money, things are really tight with money! Please help a nonbinary bisexual goblin out! If you can’t, spread this around, I’d really appreciate it!

✨💕Pretty pink boy💕✨

Fantasy AU

I’m still working on the chart for the characters I want to include, but here’s a couple sketches:

Someone’s distrusting, and rightfully so.

She doesn’t feel like she’s in any danger, so she’s being smug. Just wait until she sees that she knows one of the team members.

Dave n the boys

Right person, not enough time

They could be a wonderful couple...

🧸🔒🧸⛓️

i drew a self portrait/ side profile :]

Them!!! I don’t draw them enough, but I love them a lot 👀❤️

“No quick-handed quips today?” Alvere asked.

‘Witch bitch,’ Jack signed, causing Alvere to bark out a laugh. 

“Oh my dear, you should know by know you can take the tools away from a witch, but not the magic.” Jack tried to stay annoyed, but the longer they listened to him blabber about crystals and magic while his soon-to-be husband slept on his shoulder, the harder it was to be anything but proud. “But that’s not counting your intention, which is the most important thing in a witch’s arsenal--” he faced them, then sighed. “Poor dear. You’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?” Delirious with exhaustion and warm from the inside out, Jack raised their hand and curled their middle and ring fingers into their palm. Alvere’s shoulders hitched. He waited with baited breath for Jack to flip him off instead. When they didn’t, he smiled, soft and fond, and took their hand. “I love you, too.”

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Bonus picture baby! Hopefully this makes up for no pride updates this week :’(

Someone sent me an anon saying my art was shit and to stop posting in this tag so naturally I’m posting more of my art in this tag.

I’m a gay trans artist and here is just some of my work x

It's about growing out of trauma or something

Image One:

“Jack knew getting him to talk about it would be like pulling teeth, so imagine their surprise when, a week ago, they’d opened the cabinets and found Alvere hugging his knees to his chest and crying quietly. He’d sniffled, his shoulders trembling. The bags under his eyes were swollen and red. His nails were bitten down to his fingertips. His lips were chapped and cut. For a moment, they’d wondered if he was going to talk at all. Finally, he’d whispered; “I think I’m asexual.” 

Oh, Jack had thought. Oh no.”

Image Two:

“Alvere squeezed his eyes shut. Heartbreak was familiar; he could handle it. But this anxiety limbo? He’d take a thousand heartbreaks over this. “I’m asexual.” No point in dawdling. He only hoped Carlo would let him down gently so he could wait until he was in his room to cry.

“Oh. Okay. Yeah, I had a feelin’.”

Alvere’s eyes shot open. “You di--when?”

“Like, a few months before we started dating.” He smiled. “Thanks fa tellin’ me.”

“Does this... does this mean you don’t want to break up?”

“Break u--wh--no. Al, no. Of course not. Honey, I’d never, ever do that to you. I’m so sorry if I made ya think I would. I know I got a libido an’ stuff, but we don’t ever have to have sex if you don’t wanna. It won’t make me love ya any less. I love ya, and I accept ya.” He kissed his forehead. “All of ya.”

Alvere hated crying: it hurt, it was messy, and it left him drained. This type of crying, however, made him feel light. Like the hurt was coming out as opposed to building up. “Thank you,” he rasped.

Carlo held him tighter. “Y’ ain’t gotta thank me fa anything, babe, you deserve ta be accepted. I gotcha.” Another kiss to his forehead. “I gotcha.””

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Wow I forgot Jack’s scar AND Alvere’s glasses, way to go past me. Anywho, these are very condensed excerpts from my book, rest assured my ace ass is well aware that asexual does not equal “afraid of sex” or some stupid bullshit, Al’s just sex repulsed. The fear of losing a partner once you come out as ace is a very personal story to me, which is why I included it here. I tried to keep it short so y’all didn’t have to read through walls of text, but if ur interested in reading the full chapter, lemme know. It was really lethargic to write.

My comfort tv show right now.