#I'M LOVE HIM /p

[ineffable-gallimaufry]

me when quincey p. morris finally shows up in re: dracula:

[woolysstuff]

I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM

Evil!Sun my beloved (Edit// This Evil!Sun is from TSAMS and is not an AU of mine guys)

Bonus doodle

[1singulargrape]

Sukuita Princess and the Frog AU

I wrote this prompt a few months back and decided to draw the scene I kept thinking about; it's kind of a gift for myself :3 this is near the end

[Yuuji : Even if you're kind of an asshole... I'll protect you, and stay by your side <3]

For additional context, whoever cursed Sukuna did tell him that only a true love's kiss would lift the curse but he thought it was bullshit and decided to look for another solution. Fast forwards to Yuuji and him building a bond and he still doesn't tell him about it because, well, this is way too stupid to actually work. So Yuuji kissed him because he wanted to and now Sukuna has twice as much information to process

[eyes-of-nine]

tfw when minibosses take you an average of like 8 attempts minimum but then you somehow manage to defeat your fav boss in the entire game on your first try :v

[scribblingmuchlyrexan]

thinking about Adam Hazbin Hotel and why i love seeing him with crosses and religious imagery in alternate universe fanart

i realized that, often if i see someone who i take as a cruel person wearing religious imagery irl, it makes me even more cautious of them, that them having religion in their mind to support what they're doing can make them more dangerous and feel more justified in what they do

so, if that's the case, why don't i usually get a feeling of "ooh yeah, he's a dangerous guy (in an uncomfortably relatable and realistic way)" when i see fanart of him like that, and instead more often go "hehe, poor guy >:}" (because i enjoy AdamsApple content and usually such fanart -- AdamsApple art where Adam is wearing christian icons -- is about Lucifer harassing Adam lol)? took me a moment of thinking, but i realized it's because, for Adam, his beliefs make him VULNERABLE

i think so often about his canon moments of "right? Sera?" and "but did you see their faces? :D --...sorry."

rather than endlessly using abrahamic/christian beliefs (whatever plot-convenient chimera Hazbin is based on) as excuses for his atrocities, i expect Adam truly believes in what he's doing. and, more importantly, that he would CHANGE what he's doing if someone he respects (e.g. Sera) were to directly tell him what he's doing is wrong. he depends on external authority to hand him his beliefs, but he can acknowledge when he's made a mistake (even if he wouldn't use that wording. Mr "I've never made a mistake" Adam) and even be ashamed of it

HE'S SO INTERESTING (AND HIS EXORCIST OUTFIT HAS SUCH A COOL DESIGN LOL) I WANT ADAM ANGST

[bloodbrown]

I need to see Ps attraction to seeing through lies in extensive detail that was an incredible take, and I need it

P's existence is to lie. From the moment he woke up, he was told: you are a special puppet. You must lie.

As a puppet, P's true feelings are hidden deep within him as it is. His lies serve as a function to further conceal his already-buried emotions, but also to soothe others, and sometimes just to trick people, simply for the fun of it.

Everyone fell for P's lies. He knew this, and felt a sort of pride over his skill-- he could use his lies to make people feel better and they'd never suspect a thing. He could tell anybody anything he wanted and they'd believe it. If he really wanted to, he could use his lies to shirk his responsibilities or keep secrets. P didn't want to use his lies maliciously, but he knew he could nonetheless. He was just that good.

You scoffed at the idea that the puppet was a "good liar." It was obvious when he was spinning some lie, which he often did. His left eyelid would twitch, and he'd inevitably reach to adjust some strand of hair or a fold in his clothes after he made something up. It was so obvious that it nearly hurt. You saw through the puppet boy completely. Everything about him, you studied and understood.

"Save the bullshit for someone who's going to believe it," you'd tell him, annoyed with his pointless white lies- like that time he claimed he'd never met Alidoro before he arrived at the hotel.

Then there was that time he claimed he'd taken care of that guard puppet prowling the grounds around the hotel, but you still heard it clunking outside your window at night. "Liar." You jabbed your index finger at him, prompting a stiff, pointed frown and an annoyed squint from the typically stoic puppet. "That thing's still alive. You didn't kill it, Geppetto's Puppet!"

P didn't like the way you saw through him. But... no, he did. Your words made his p-organ clench up and his face hot. That, in turn, made the ergo in his heart whisper and tremble. You made him feel embarrassed. Everyone else took the puppet at face value, but you pierced through his unaffected exterior. He didn't like that he liked that.

Eventually, P found himself yearning for it, that burning bubble of human feelings he felt shifting deep in his p-organ. The feelings that only you could tease out with your honest words. Maybe he even started lying more to get you to correct him. He'd find himself drawn to you, too, looking for you to dig deeper into him. Your words, your gaze, everything about you made the ergo in his veins burn up, and he wanted more of it...

[hydrachea]

Camazotz Nahui Mictlān are you free tonight tomorrow this weekend and perhaps even forever.

[letsmcfreackingloseit]

And for the holidays I give you memes! Memes everywhere!

I hope that all of you are having a wonderful time, but if not, I at least hope these silly doodles brought you a little joy!

I'm going to keep this short and sweet today, so to round this of: These doodles are based off of the fanfic Apex Polarity, which is written by the lovely @naffeclipse and Eclipse' design is based off of @themeeplord 's fantastic design!

And as a bonus, you will find an alteration and a bunch of Yeti slogans/puns under the cut:

and if you're wondering why I made so many gd yeti puns, it was for michael's mug. You gotta have some fitting and funny slogan for all mugs. Btw If any of you know some good yeti slogans and/or puns, please call me, I've been struggling.

Michael; local cryptid believer, but not cryptid enjoyer

Vanessa; POLAR BEARS

Eclipse; I'm having the best time of my life! :D

Y/n; I'm having A TIME :')

[zivazivc]

guess who

I've seen a few artists I like making human art and I got inspired to make my own.

First version was based just on their character designs and personality, and what inspired their look in the first place. Second version happened when I took into account their backstory and what I imagine human versions of their parents' would look like. I don't consider either of these "canon", because to me they're just trolls but it was a fun experiment to try.

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming of me drawing little colorful dolls

[teardropwolf]

I may have snagged myself a few screenshots from the Chester short.

[lazzarella]

And the way Style keeps trying to coax Fadel away from his current life without giving himself away? Why don't you find a new job that lets you love? You don't have to live someone else's life. And so on. The way he tells Kant he's getting kinda attached to Fadel (at least in the subs), but when he's talking to Fadel like this, you know it's more. Because he's trying to steer Fadel to a life where they can be together. No obstacles. No danger.

But he can't say 'please stop killing people because I'm worried about you and I want to be with you' and he can't warn Fadel about the police because, as open as he's being emotionally, now, he's still scared and conflicted

And then, when Fadel tries to reassure him, because he's working toward a life free of danger where they can be together, it doesn't help because Style still knows what Fadel doesn't (again), and I love that play between the one who knows being the one who feels off-kilter, and the one in the dark—though he thinks he isn't—being the one who feels like he's on solid ground

And then it's flipped again at the end! He's so happy to finally see Fadel again, and I don't think he thinks they're home free or anything, but he is happy and he looks relieved. But then Fadel is told Style and Kant are the snitches and now he's one step ahead. He's the one who knows the thing keeping them apart. And it reminds me of that tit for tat they had in their early encounters, where they were always one-upping each other, but now the stakes are higher and the angst is angsting and it's so gooooooood and ugh!!!!

Anyway, this is a mess, and I'm honestly not sure where I intended to go with it, but I'm just really enjoying the writing and the acting and everything in this show

[lady-quen]

TO KILL A GOD.

[localceilingdevil]

slimerancher....

two of my ocs as ranchers up in the far, far range !!! they are best friends. donny cultivates honey slimes and the occasional puddle or two, whereas daf keeps mosaic slimes and other dangerous variants :]

[sysig]

Say it ain’t so (Patreon)

[keesdarlin]

☆// coming home (MDNI, 18+)

info! keegan russ / fluff, established relationship + gender neutral reader

cw! n/a

notes! don't entirely feel like i did this idea justice, but i did my best for it being day 6 of this stupid respiratory infection. enjoy :]

5:24, his watch blinked at him. he closed the door softly behind himself, stepping into the house. god, finally home. it had felt like years since he’d seen this place; the cozy living room, the light of a brightening sky streaming in through kitchen windows. in reality, it had been 5 months (too many) of him out in the field and away from you. he was just happy to be back, to be able to wake up to your pretty face in the morning.

the tv was on in the living room, playing the early morning news with the volume so low he found himself straining to hear it at all. he stepped forward, starting to look for the remote when he saw you laid across the couch, hugging a pillow with a throw blanket pulled up to your chin. he couldn’t help but smile at the sight. without looking away, he felt around the coffee table for the remote and turned off the tv. hummed as he knelt down beside you, kissing your forehead feather-light. gently rested a hand on your shoulder.

you stirred in your sleep, humming and turning towards him. you yawned, arms stretching out under your blanket, blinking sleepily. “kees? ‘s that you?” you mumbled.

keegan couldn’t help but break out in a grin at the nickname. he nodded, knowing that you probably couldn’t see it in the poor lighting. “mhm, it’s me, baby.”

“hi,” you greeted sleepily. gave a tired smile and leaned in to kiss him. then you started to sit up, movements a little more hurried but still groggy. “wait, what time is it?”

keegan looked down at his watch again, more out of habit than anything. “it’s late. i’m sorry for waking you-”

“you’re early,” you mumbled, swinging your legs over the edge of the couch to sit up properly. “i was gonna wake up early, make breakfast…”

he chuckled fondly. dropped his duffle and nudged it under the coffee table. there would be time to deal with all of the unpacking later. “no, it’s okay, baby. you can still make me breakfast in the morning,” he assured you, tone light and warm. “for now, let’s just get you to bed.”

you hummed at the idea, letting him pull you into his arms and lift you. you rested against his chest, content to listen to the beating of his heart in his chest as he carried you through the house.

“you try to stay up for me last night?” he teased softly, thumb tracing patterns into the back of your knee.

“mhm. in case you came home early, but… guess i fell asleep,” you answered through another yawn.

“glad you did,” he mumbled, barely loud enough for you to hear. “don’t like you staying up for me. i’m glad you got the rest.” he nudged open the bedroom door with the toe of his shoe, careful not to hit any part of you on the doorframe accidentally.

another hum from you, sleep creeping back in on you. “‘m so glad you’re home.”

keegan smiled again, gently lowering you into your shared bed. “me too,” he whispered, giving you another forehead kiss.

he took a step back, but your arm shot out to grab for him, catching his wrist. “wait. where are you going?”

another smile as he knelt down beside your bed, holding your hand in his. “i’m just gonna change into something more comfortable, baby. i’ll be right back, i promise.”

you nodded, half awake as you watched him go to dig through his dresser. a moment later he was crawling into bed beside you, pulling you against his chest and hugging you to himself firmly enough to tell you how difficult the past 5 months had been without you by his side. “you don’t need a shower or anything?” you murmured, twisting around to face his chest.

he shook his head. “no. showered earlier. just wanna be here with you.” and now, with you against his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest, all the exhaustion of the past few months seeped into his bones like water into sand. his eyelids grew heavy with the warmth of you against him. 

“i love you so much,” you mumbled. “no alarms for tomorrow. just wake me up when you’re ready.”

he hummed, lips pressed to the crown of your head. “will do. love you too.” and with that, he let the exhaustion pull him under, thinking about how much he loved coming home to a sweet thing like you.

[polux-aka-hyakunana]

Cooking my own food between projects

check my previous post tags for context lol