#MLM oc

[kikuwaters]

I totally forgot I colored this page I drew for Kantas!

In the story The Crowned Prince Asmodius , King Lucius wanted to purchase his son Asmodius a women from a brothel as a gift. Lucius only wanted the best, and had picked the prettiest women in the brothel.

Unfortunately, the prettiest 'woman' ended up being poor Kantas, who was only at the brothel to serve drinks.

[olsonshroom]

I started drawing this in September I believe, inspired by colder, winter mornings, and even tho spring is approaching it still feels accurate for the season, since it tends to get pretty chilly in the morning in March!

I felt like drawing Charlie and Ollie a bit older, maybe 20 something, in their first apartment:') sharing tender little moments together

[battry-acid]

SPEED DEMON !!!

aka RODNEY ROCKEFELLER

[mattsd0llfac3]

Beneath Stained Glass - angst

pairings: oc!jaxon x oc!noah

The church bells echoed through the small town like they always had. Steady. Unforgiving. Like a warning.

Noah sat in the pew, fingers threaded tightly together, knuckles white. The sermon blurred into static. His eyes didn’t leave the side profile of the boy two rows ahead—Jaxon.

Jaxon. With that messy strawberry blonde hair that always looked a little out of place in a town that demanded perfection. Freckles dusted across skin too pale for the blazing southern sun. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Untouchable. But not to Noah. Not anymore.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It couldn’t be like this. They had grown up together. Sunday school. Wednesday youth group. Mission trips. Every verse, every prayer, every whispered warning of hellfire and shame had been burned into them from the moment they could speak.

"You can pray it away."

"It’s just a temptation. A test."

"God makes no mistakes."

Then why did it feel like this—like Jaxon’s smile could set his entire soul on fire—if it was something so wrong?

It happened one night. The worst mistake they could make. The best mistake they ever made. The air was heavy, summer-thick. They were sitting in the back of Jaxon’s old pickup truck, watching stars blink into the velvet sky. Silence stretched, like it always did when the words got too close to being real. Noah’s heart thudded so loud he was scared Jaxon could hear it. "

Do you ever think…" Jaxon’s voice cracked, breaking like glass mid-sentence. He didn’t finish. He didn’t have to. Noah turned to him, and Jaxon was already looking—too close, too much. Hazel eyes glassy, mouth parted, breathing like the world might collapse if he exhaled wrong.

Noah kissed him.

Or maybe Jaxon kissed him. He couldn’t remember who started it. Just that it felt like everything. Like drowning and breathing at the same time. And then—after—the guilt rushed in so violently it nearly knocked them both over.

Jaxon shoved away first. Hands trembling. "No… no, no, no. Noah, what did we just…?" Noah couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. His chest burned. Jaxon scrambled out of the truck, pacing, running hands through his hair like if he tore it out, maybe the sin would come with it. "This isn't—this can't be—we can't be this." "But we are," Noah finally whispered. Voice broken. "We always have been." Jaxon turned. Tears shimmered unshed in his eyes.

"You know what they'll do to us. What they'll say." "I don’t care." Noah’s voice shook. "I don’t care, Jax. I care about you." But Jaxon was already shaking his head. "I can’t. I can’t." His fists clenched. "God won’t forgive this." Noah stepped forward, desperate, fingers reaching—but Jaxon flinched away like he was something poisonous. "Don’t. Don’t make this harder."

Silence. Just the cicadas screaming into the night like they were mourning something neither boy could name.

The next day, Jaxon was gone. His house sat hollow, curtains drawn, like the family knew—like they could smell the sin on the walls. Noah found the note stuffed in the crack of his locker at school. A single line, written in Jaxon’s rushed, messy scrawl: "I love you. I’m sorry."

Nothing else.

Noah crumpled it in his fist. He couldn’t cry. Not here. Not where anyone could see. He could only swallow it. Choke on it. Like he always had. The town didn’t speak of it. They never did. Just whispered behind hymn books and smiled too tight on Sunday mornings.

"Boys will be boys."

"He just needed a change of scenery."

"He'll find the right girl someday."

But Noah knew. Knew the truth that haunted the spaces between pews and echoed in the hollow ache of his chest. He would never forget the way Jaxon looked at him that night. Like love. Like heartbreak. Like goodbye.

And maybe that was all they were ever allowed to be. A sin whispered beneath stained glass. A love that never got to live.

But that wasn't the end. It couldn't be.

©mattsd0llfac3

Um so first series! Do we love or no..

Dividers: @enchanthings-a

[incaseofart]

GAY GAY GAY GAY!!!! Pride kiss art!

OC on the left is Karma, a bisexual man, and on the right is Xavier, a gay man!!! I love them both a whole lot and originally was like "hm they would be kinda funny to ship together" and then fell in love with the ship actually fkdslhafjkds oops!!!! all canon now. At least in some verses, I am a multishipper after all

gay gay homosexual gay

[bioniclechronicles]

I saw this post and was like "ohh just like Shrimp Jello and Row Bow" so I of course, had to draw them in the same pose :>

I love my rough and rowdy boys and their too big clothes

[victors-grave]

A new edit of my oc, Mazen, to the song, Marble arch because I love some oc angst.

(Hey, if you want to see some of the art in this edit early, come support me on Ko-fi!)

[deeriegeist]

Cult Wyleville Pride banner i made for my accounts! 🏳️‍🌈💙

[chrysalmora]

Jace and Rob doodles (oc x oc)

[marimboy404]

mehh

[izroulia]

Finally doing the outfit designs for the wedding guests, I did the wedding party a while ago.

First up the sinners (still doing the twins parents lol). Goth legends, with a dash of celestial to fit the wedding theme. Not sure if I’ve posted Arvi before?? He’s October’s boyfriend and the son of the royal advisor so he gets to be a plus one. His prosthetic is pained to look ceramic and he’s an incubus.

[epscole]

💫

[eatsuryaoi]

Old beaunix stuff !!

[battry-acid]

RODNEY REF >:]

a speedy gayboy trickster oc from 2upers :3

character sheet here

[mattsd0llfac3]

Chapter 2 - Hallow prayers

Jaxon was still gone. Two weeks now. No texts. No calls. No stupid inside jokes scribbled on the edge of Noah’s notebook during third period.

The town barely noticed. His parents said Jaxon was "visiting family upstate." The youth pastor said "sometimes we all need space for reflection." Noah knew better.

Every night, he lay awake, staring at his bedroom ceiling like the cracks in the plaster held some kind of answer. They didn’t. What they held was silence. The kind that filled your throat until you couldn’t breathe.

The note was still folded in his nightstand drawer. "I love you. I’m sorry." Noah read it until the ink blurred from his tears. Then he folded it back up, like if he kept it small enough, tight enough, the guilt wouldn’t leak out through his skin. But it did. Constantly.

He stopped going to youth group. Stopped going to school half the time. Started skipping dinner, lying awake all night and showing up the next day with hollow eyes and shaking hands.

People started to notice him, but for all the wrong reasons.

"You look pale, honey. Are you sleeping enough?"

"Stress can do crazy things to a person, you know."

"Pray on it. God will help you through your confusion."

Confusion.

As if Noah didn’t know exactly what he felt. As if it wasn’t written in every breathless second they’d shared in the back of Jaxon’s truck.

One night, after too many hours staring at Jaxon’s old texts, Noah grabbed his bike and pedaled through town, wind burning his face.He ended up outside the church. Midnight. Empty.

The big wooden doors creaked when he pushed inside, like even the building knew he didn’t belong there anymore.

He sank down at the altar steps. And for the first time in weeks… he prayed. But it wasn’t the kind of prayer they’d taught him. Not structured. Not obedient. Not full of hope. This one came out cracked. Bitter. Angry. "Are you happy now?" Noah whispered, voice raw. "Did I pass the test? Is this what You wanted?" His chest heaved.

Hands balled into fists against the cold marble floor. "I hate You for making me love him. I hate You for making him leave. I hate myself for letting it happen. For wanting it."

Silence.

No voice from heaven. No flash of redemption. Just the dim flicker of the sanctuary light and the echo of his own shaking breath.

Finally, after silence so loud you could cut it with a knife, spoke again.

"Why did you make me like this."

Noah pressed his forehead to the floor, finally letting the tears come—silent, violent, uncontrollable.

For Jaxon.

For himself.

For all the things they would never get to be.

And still... no answer.

When he finally dragged himself home around 2 a.m., he checked his phone for the hundredth time. Nothing.

Except—One new voicemail. Unknown number. With shaking fingers, Noah pressed play.

At first... just breathing. Heavy. Muffled. Like someone fighting tears on the other end.

Then Jaxon’s voice. Quiet. Wrecked. "I shouldn’t be calling. I just… I miss you so bad it feels like I can’t breathe sometimes. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I… I’m sorry. For all of it."

A click.

Silence again.

Noah collapsed onto his bed, phone clutched to his chest like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

And for the first time, he didn’t know if the ache in his heart was hope...Or just another form of punishment.

bro I was practically SOBBING while writing this. Chapter 3 already finished.. might wait until tomorrow to put it up though.. to keep you on your toes. ( @overflowingteacupoflove don't kill me )

©mattsd0llfac3

Dividers: @enchanthings-a

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Inaugural XavKar (Xavier/Karma) art in time for pride month!!!Karma is a biromantic demisexual man and Xavier is gay man! And they are a great example of opposites attract. But as much as Xavier tends to push the buttons of everyone around him for funsies, by the same token he's really gentle with Karma and his mountains of unprocessed trauma. And he's one of the very few who can get Karma to smile instead of maintaining his usual scowl.