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[haruka-636]

Old art ☀️🌙💕

[blabberoo]

V2. My beloved. My girlfailure.

[michael-lurks-nearby]

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP THERE'S A CAT! LORD HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL ADMIRAL!

AWE IT JUST A LITTLE GUY! FLOOFY BABYY OHHHH MY HEART 😭😭😭💕 OH THE BABYYYYYYY

[maddymoreau]

Commission by @b0ndagebunny-games

[shycroissanti]

Here's a cancri fan art, I really don't get how he fits your style but I love it! He reminds of that fella from Robert Sponge.

[theboarsbride]

Saw mockups for TBWH's cover and👀👀👀👀👀AH!!!!!👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

[ahbasta09]

Okii >:)

Sorry I had to color bow blue on some parts...it has hard to see his form so..... :D

I like how both of your Sona and your oc "BOW" wearing bows XD

I just realized his hairstyle is kinda meh but I did try to make it accurate :D

AGAHAGAHOAJALOMAGAAAAAAAAAAAA

I LOVE THIS✨✨✨

I love how you drew The Bow don't worry! It's actually better that you added some blue lol

Well actually my sticksona's bow IS The Bow lol

It's Okk I LOVE THIS-

[selfship-dreamland]

Kinda want to make an AU of the Disney Villains: Cursed Café. Where i will have one of my sonas be the potion maker and also try to communicate with the other villains besides the ones who they knew most.

[always-just-red]

Hope everyone’s enjoying the holidays!!

Thank you to everyone who sent in a request for the Christmas/winter prompts! In the spirit of keeping Christmas going (and being so behind on writing sssshhhhh) I’m gonna try to get around to as many as I can in the next week or so!

As for the overall queue, I’ve only got a couple asks left now so should be reopening requests by mid-January or so! 💕

[rocketbirdie]

Hi! I just wanted to tell you that i really really like your art and your aus. They are very cool and they scratch my brain just right. Thanks for all your stuff <3

thank you!!!! <333

[therealnightcity]

(shots by @aldecaldhos ❤️❤️)

To many, many years

[lovinglin]

🎵 It's been raining in Manila, hindi ka ba nilalamig?

Got this GORGEOUS piece from @mebssann AND LET ME TELL YOU THE WAY I SCREAMED OVER HOW PRETTY IT IS AAAA 🥹😭😭‼️

Literally brought my idea to life so beautifully... LIKE, SERIOUSLY- MY SILLIES LOOK SO DARLING IN HER STYLE 💖💕 her art is absolutely so worth checking out and commissioning 😭🫶💕

[shycroissanti]

Posting too much is not annoying. You're updating people and reminding people of your amazing presence :3

So when you post a lot it warms me and multiple other people, you're NOT annoying!

[knightfeared]

⟢ ʻ if you just hang in there, someday they’re going to have to let you out. ʼ

` 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡,  𝐟𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐞.

[ … ]   Left to flounder upon return,  to trudge his way through heavy waves of scarlet,  lost life blood in a dirtied well-familiar mess,  the Prince exhales through his nose,  the only relayed expression of frustration or disappointment he allows.

As soon as he steps foot back within the Halls of his old home,  he feels the attention of passing Spectres,  new Shades    &&.   the gaze of his father turn his way.  No room for weakness,  no room to falter   —   the only thing he could use like a suit of protective armour was his bright confidence,  wear it proudly despite the losses garnered in stubborn-born defiance.  An insistence that he’d one day make it where he needed to be,  a victory,  a precious freedom he would savour once he managed to achieve it.

He holds tight to that dream,  that reality he hopes to make true in the future.  No matter how many times he needed to go again.  No matter how many times he was struck down on his way trudging back through Tartarus,  through Elysium,  he would do whatever it took to make his way to the surface.

Dragging a hand through his sopping, soaked hair,  he glances around the room with a clearing swipe to free his vision of stray bangs,  already slowly making his way with lead-weighted limbs to his personal chambers,  not maying much mind to the booming voice of his Father as he comments on his son’s most recent failure.  With a voice like a storms first thunder strike, it stings,  Zagreus has no doubt it’d ever truly cease should things change,  but one could hope.

It isn’t until he finds the bit of advice uttered softly,  much softer than any of their regular patrons    &&.   visitors were ever capable of   —   with a brief widening of his mismatched sights,  the Godling turns,  searching for @fallesto as he rolls over the bit of rare gifted hope turned over.  It’s generous,  kind   —   an unexpected but cherished bit of support he finds himself quirking a lightened smile at as he adjusts his posture,  a small but no less genuine smile curving at pale lips in a grateful crescent.

` ❝ Even if they don’t,  I’ll eventually find a way out sooner or later. ❞

He was determined to find his own way,  to make the most of the tools he’s been gifted    &&.   honed to forge it with his bare hands if needed.  A spark lights in his core,  something warmed,  vibrant,  nothing short of determined.  Gaze garnering a more impish tinge,  the Prince beams that bit wider.

` ❝ Someday   —   till then,  I’ll hang in there,  you have my word. As well as my thanks. ❞

` ＊ 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑬𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑫 ᨒ↟𐂂

[nulltune]

❛  ah, well ... would you look at that. ❜ he'd like to pretend this wasn't in his agenda the moment in which he invited to help walk her home, but even nicola cannot hide the knowing smile in which spreads across his features the moment in which his gaze lands upon the plant that has rested upon his mind all evening. the mistletoe stands particularly striking against the warmth of the café behind it, various patrons and workers rather distracted with their own lives to take note of the falzone's second in command cheerfully guiding the woman by his side with the firm grip of his hand to where it lay exposed for all to see. ❛  you know, i was starting to believe there was some sort of shortage. after dante had insisted we didn't buy any and the streets had looked rather sparse of their stock, it was beginning to appear rather dire for the future of any mistletoe related mishaps for the rest of my life ... ❜

it's a fraction of silence before the blonde inches a little closer, a glance spared towards the still busy crowd until it's drawn back towards the surprise of her gaze in turn. it's a unique one, truly, to be spared privy on it and even that in itself causes him to pause for another second, far too amused to simply stop and stare at her expression without a push into worrying too much. truthfully, a part of him would wish for everyone else to not have an opportunity to see it, but he knows better than to wish that, truly more amused at the idea of showing them who caused it in the first place. a juxtaposition to the gentleness in which he wraps an arm around her waist. ❛  so it's pretty fair if i request to indulge in such a thing for a moment, am i right? ❜

when only met with silence, the young second in command leans down to press a kiss to his companions lips, fingers curling ever so gently against her brown locks with an understanding ease, it's clear hes smiling, a little giddy with her lips pressed to his own and it sticks even once he pulls away, a truly pleased expression for a man who might be tempted to push for it again, enamoured with the sensation despite it still being new for them both all the same. / nicollaa <333

unprompted,  always accepting !   @dangaer  ♡

to celebrate the holidays like this was a first for kishinami hakuno.  hardly anything noteworthy to recall from the previous years  /  those bleak and empty years all blurring together,  there was no reason to celebrate the festivities when there was no one to celebrate it with.  such a solitary existence,  not knowing of any familial ties nor having any meaningful bonds with anyone,  she was bound to be alone.

this year was different,  however,  because he is here. 

to make the acquaintance of the underboss of the faizone would be a fearsome thought to most,  and hakuno couldn't say that she was without her own concerns  —  hard to comprehend nicola francesca,  the charismatic man with the perfect  /  crafted smile,  but the time they've spent together was always enjoyable.  today,  too.  walking together,  sightseeing together,  eating together.  such mundane things became something so precious,  and the hours slipped away before she knew it.  a view of the moon overhead tugs the corners of her lips downwards ever - so - slightly,  its presence a reminder that it's getting late,  and that they'd be going their separate ways soon.

so the offer to walk her home was a pleasant surprise,  though not one she could accept so easily.       ❛   you don't have to.   ❜       courteous,  yet perhaps a bit too blunt in its wording.  aware that the routes to their respective destinations diverged at this point,  it would be a hassle to have him go out of his way like that,  and for what ?   though she couldn't deny a ...  curious feeling at the offer,  even moreso when her response was met with insistance on ensuring her safe travel back.  hakuno still didn't think such a thing was necessary,  but if it could give him some peace of mind then ...  she supposed there was no reason to refuse.      ❛   then,  sorry for the trouble.   ❜       she ought to be more apologetic when saying this,  she realized that in the back of her mind,  but truthfully,  she hadn't been exactly keen on turning him down in the first place. 

it was selfish of her,  she realized,  but she wanted cherish this—  his kindness,  and the opportunity to be with him for just a little while longer.

leaving behind the chatter from the café,  click of her heels come to a halt in line with his own footsteps,  followed with a slow blink when realizing that they'd themselves under a certain plant.  having no particular feelings on tradition herself,  she was more curious to see how nicola would react,  though his response ended up taking her aback.  ( it doesn't show on her face,  however,  and hakuno recovers rather swiftly )       ❛   saying it like that makes it sound like you were hoping for something to happen ...   ❜       an observation,  mostly,  but there's the barest teasing lilt to silvery voice as she muses this.  peering at him from the corner of caramel eyes,  they widen slightly at the knowing look on his face.

what a surprise.  the words had been a jest,  and she hadn't expected for it to carry any hint of truth in it.  did he really want to ... ?   the blatant inquiry made it abundantly clear,  but such a thing was still hard to believe.       ❛   e - eh .. ?   ❜       the sound comes out as a small squeak,  barely audible,  but leaving lips parted in a small gape afterwards.  when his gaze turned to the distant crowd to ensure privacy for the two,  she found her eyes unable to leave him,  cheeks warm despite the chilly breeze that swept past them.  stunned at the thumping in her chest as her vision remained on him,  a hand would place itself over the area,  as if to verify the actions of that organ.  her heart really was racing,  and—  ah,  irony.  she knew just what it was a mistletoe implied,  but wouldn't dare to ask,  never one to indulge in her own wants or needs.  if he were to ask,  however,  then it'd be acceptable  —  because hakuno is a giver,  dutifully fulfilling that which was asked of her.

though a request of a kiss is ...  much too personal.  as generous as kishinami hakuno is,  such requests were ones she'd typically reject,  for she is quite the romantic deep down,  holding the belief that such intimate acts should be reserved for someone special.

—so maybe that's why ...  the thoughts trail off at the feel of his hand on her waist,  and she is still without the proper words to say,  but actions would speak volumes where speech failed.  dark lashes fluttering close,  head cranes upwards to accept the kiss.  there's a gleeful skip of her heart when their lips met at last,  a soft hum sounding from the back of her throat.  every touch,  every feeling brought on from this moment is unfamiliar,  but it is far from unpleasant.  the smile on his lips is felt  —  cute  —  and while her inexpressive self can't so easily mimic it,  the sentiment behind it is reciprocated with a subtle shift to deepen the kiss. 

there's another sound as he pulls away,  a small whine.  head canting with a sigh,  brown locks spill over small shoulders,  stray strands obscuring full view of flushed cheeks.  rosy lips remain slightly pursed,  pouting a little,  a faint disappointment over wanting it to last longer.  a feeling that melts away easily at the sight of his pleased face.

... he's much prettier up close,  she notes idly.  having someone,  having him,  in such close proximity was yet another new experience for the maiden who was usually so distant,  viewed as a flower blooming on a high peak  /  someone so out of reach.  it surprises even herself when she finds her arms wrapped around his form,  an action to keep the two of them remaining close like this.

dainty hand tentatively reaches out to carress the side of his face with a delicate touch,  half - lidded eyes peer up at him,  mirth in that gentle gaze.  a moment's indulgence,  is what this may have been,  but it had felt much more intimate than that.  they'd come this far ...  why stop now ?   that smile still hasn't left his face ...  a smile that seemed more genuine than usual,  or was she still in a daze from that kiss ?  ( what a nice sight it is,  though. )  despite giving ample time to,  he doesn't pull nor push her away when her hold tightens.  could she take that as a good sign .. ?

a beat,  and voice comes out as a whisper between what little space lay between them.       ❛   another,  please.   ❜      

[ikana-graveyard]

eeeeee Mr. Conductor is so sweet💕😖