#edit: oops forgot the tw

[normystical]

i should read book of bill so i can understand some recent thingies better. also i need to draw two humanoid versions of bill

1) object head bill, because it's hot as hell, fuck you i do what i want for whatever reason i want and my reason is i crave to save the town

2) that idea i came up with of him possessing a fangirl, kinda keeping that body or whatever, mostly doing that s/h stuff cuz the bastard thinks pain is funny. also might entertain the concept of the fangirl herself in that bodiless soul form, perhaps missing posters or people being concerned for her or whatever

[payasita]

winner

[nevergavein]

And the road not taken looks real good now...

[theokusgallery]

Hello! Have some "With an Enemy Like You (Who Needs a Lover?)" by @greenninjagal-blog X various text posts, one AO3 collection title, and one screenshot of despair. Because I can't stop thinking about them

dsjghskjhgq LISTEN;

[tetrakarn]

alien stage x a softer world

[tacktheyak]

some sally puppeteer doodles woohoo

[sars-wulf]

Smiles. Have this that I’m working on (a scene I’m adding later into Burn)

[goupils-aquarium]

[translation of the dialogue : "Lorenza ? I'm done, i've already jabbed."]

i take a beloved m/f ship. i make them t4t. i am forcibly removed from the fandom.

[koigs]

So. I've made a short comic/fanart for Keys Are People, Too by @inc0mple (which, if you haven't read, I 100% recommend. I adore this fanwork and hope that someday I might be as good a writer as inc0mple).

Spoiler for ep 56. War of Body and Mind; TW for a bit of blood.

It might be an unpopular choice, but this is one of my favorite scenes. The concept of autonomy (and the lack of it) manufactured in this fanfic mesmerizes me, as it's one of the concepts I like the most. I've even made a little playlist circling around autonomy and purpose as main themes while working on this little comic:

Anyway, I don't usually work on comics, so I spent a lot more time on this (mostly trying to figure out what the fuck I was doing than actually drawing, tbh) than usual. It might not be a long comic or a complex piece, but it helped me improve anatomy for sure, especially hands and feet.

Also when I said I was working on this at the beach I wasn't kidding

EDIT: I forgot to add the timelapse! Enjoy the complete havoc of my drawing process :)

i just noticed that I simply did not draw chase's actual hair oops

[newyorksecrets]

TW part 3 RAWRRRR AWOOO. also yk i always try to keep my stiles/thomas/dylan o' brien bias out of these fake tweet threads, but i guess it just really slipped out this time around idk why <3

edit: oops i forgot to add one, we're all good now but we have one extra thread this time bc i miscounted 🐙

[crabas-lordes]

TW: Blood under the cut!

[Y/N: You're an idiot.

Eclipse: I'm not the one who needed saving.

Y/N: Well, you're an idiot for saving me.]

Oh look, the idiot whore got themself hurt just for you.

Another concept scene for the BMOS AU (made by @maudiemoods) fic I'm working on called Amidst the Stars! Definitely much farther into the fic before this scene comes into play!

Also, Y/N's wearing a heat resistant glove because I imagine Eclipse's blood to be boiling hot lol. But! Whatever they can do to help and show their gratitude, no matter how cheeky they are about it. I'm sure Eclipse is fine with you right in his lap, after all :)

Also, if you want to know what got our good ol' whore probably loopy from blood loss, it was a lizard. That's all I'm saying.

I'm also starting to realize that this fic may be more Eclipse oriented, oop.

Edit: I forgot to say I accidentally drew him very big, don't perceive me auksdgauhoja

Close up + sketch and outline!

[awardenandacrow]

SNIPPET 44

[Naimeryn has a favor to ask of Teia]

CW/TW: strong language, brief suggestive themes.

NOTE: thanks to @ / manilamanzo on Threads for helping me finally find a unique endearment, in Italian, for Lucanis to use for Naimy. Any snippets where he calls her “mi Vida” will be updated in time muahahaha.

ALSO NOTE: This snippet falls chronologically sometime after The Scene They Cut (I believe this was Snippet 11, but I’ll edit the post if I’m wrong). There’s a hint who Naimy’s dad is in this snippet. Comment if you catch it ;)

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“Teia,” Naimeryn sidled up to her, lowering her voice. “Can I talk to you for a second? It’s for a.. personal matter.”

“Oooh, consider me intrigued,” she flashed her most winsome smile. “Vi, entertain the boys for a bit.”

“You know that can *only* be bad for you, right?” Viago asked Lucanis as Teia swept Naimeryn away, towards the stairs to her private quarters. Naimeryn flushed and hoped Lucanis did not believe him.

“I assume… everyone knows, then?” She mumbled.

Teia linked her arm through hers and gave her hand a little squeeze.

“He was *not* subtle when he stole you away from the celebration,” she laughed. “Tell me, where did you go? What did you do? I must know *everything!*”

Embarrassment was not the only warmth that spread through Naimeryn. She had spent so many years all alone — even after finally befriending Amaya and Greta, they’d been gone from Weisshaupt more often than not. But now… now she had so many people who cared and were interested in being around her, in hearing her stories, in talking with her. The team, Antoine, Evka, Isabela… she was so grateful Teia was one of them.

As they settled together onto Teia’s couch, Naimeryn recounted the events at the river with flushed cheeks and a fluttering heart, unsure if it was okay to be detailed, but too aware of her captive audience to hold back. The two women laughed and giggled and squealed, Teia expressing congratulations and excitement on her behalf. Naimeryn thought again of all of the friends she now had who supported her in this, were *happy* for her, and for Lucanis. She buried her face in her hands, smiling so hard her face hurt.

“Ah, it is good to see you so happy,” Teia told her. “When we met, you were such a dejected little thing. And as I got to know you, as someone who also came from nothing… well, I’m just glad you found each other in this great big mess.”

“But, I have directed the conversation entirely in the direction *I* desired,” she said, leaning back. “What was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

Naimeryn pulled her hands away from her face, nerves fluttering in her stomach. She took a deep breath. “He called me something that night. Something in Antivan, and I don’t know a word of it. I know it would be difficult to find the time amidst —“

She waved her hand vaguely in the air. “— all this. But I was wondering if, maybe… you could help me learn Antivan?”

“*Stop*,” Teia gasped, beginning to laugh. She became deadly serious again just as quickly. “It is too sweet, I may perish. I think this is an excellent plan! When we are through, Lucanis will not know what hit him.”

“Yeah?” Naimeryn grinned what felt like from ear to mangled ear. “You’ll do it?”

“Of course!” Teia opened her arms and waved her hands towards herself, and Naimeryn accept d her embrace. “It will be my pleasure.”

“Davrin, I’m telling you, you have a deathwish!” They heard Lucanis shout.

“Oops,” Naimeryn giggled. “Hangry Davrin is *no* fun.”

A banging at the door. “Rook, if you make me miss out on the khatchipuri while it’s hot, I *will* throw you into the Deep Roads myself!”

Teia and Naimeryn burst out laughing, and Viago opened the door to allow the other two entrance. Lucanis looked just as nervous as Viago had told him he needed to be, poor thing. Davrin scowled at her with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I forgot it’s khatchipuri night,” Naimeryn said to Teia, patting her friend on the arm as she stood. “I will willingly throw *myself* into the Deep Roads if I miss it.”

“We must have Bellara here to make it for us one night,” Teia said, standing as well. “I find I am quite curious.”

“It is good,” Lucanis told her. Without thinking much of it, Naimeryn had wandered right over to him and wound her fingers through his. He looked a bit surprised, but closed his hand quickly around hers, as though he thought she’d change her mind. *No chance.* She fought the urge to lay her head onto his shoulder. They hadn’t really talked about what they were and weren’t comfortable with just yet.

“Yes, good. So let’s go. Before we don’t get any,” Davrin said impatiently, waving them back out of Teia’s door.

“All right, all right,” Naimeryn laughed. “We’re going!”

“Rook, wait,” Teia dragged her back, whispering into her good ear. “What did he call you? I’m dying to know.”

Naimeryn was sure she’d somehow mispronounce it, but she would never forget the way his voice had sounded when he said it. “Oh, forgive my pronunciation, but I believe it was ‘mia fiamma?’”

Teia blinked at her, and she thought maybe she was remembering wrong. Then a slow, knowing smile spread across Teia’s face.

“What?” Naimeryn asked. “What does it mean?”

“Naimeryn Surana Thorne, if you don’t get your ass down these stairs I’m going to sling you over my shoulder!” Davrin’s shout made her jump out of her skin.

“Who the *fuck* told you my middle name?!” She shouted, spinning to start down the stairs after him, Lucanis’s laugh mingling with their continued bickering. Naimeryn would not find out what Lucanis had called her that night. As the three of them disappeared down the stairs, Viago put his arm around Teia’s shoulders.

“Lucanis calls her *his flame,*” she smirked up at him. Viago thought for a moment, then nodded.

“Suitable, for a woman out to kill *gods.* Someone strong enough to destroy anything in her path.”

“*And,*” Teia rolled her eyes at him, not surprised he thought everything was about the fight, “someone who can shine light into the darkness, illuminate the path ahead, warm the loneliness away.”

“Romantic,” Viago scowled. “I suppose you *do* have his number better than I.”

“I love when you admit I’m better at something than you are,” Teia laughed, and soundly knocked her door shut with her hip.

[loxsip]

Sneak peek to my upcoming fic!!

TW: mentions of death, abuse, loss, sex (not delved into simply mentioned), analysis of Dean Winchester’s love life and childhood.

A/N: Please enjoy, and if you have any ideas regarding where to go with this fic— please leave them in my ask box!! I’m planning on turning it into a Destiel fic, but not set on anything yet!

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The life of a hunter was simple, was it not? Kill or be killed, face pain or bury it, and save those who needed it. It was pretty cut and dry in the thick-skulled mind of the elder Winchester. Not that he had ever seen the other side of things, not like Sam had. He had never learned the gentle side of love— that there was more to intimacy than sex and that there was more to love than loss. At first, it was John who kept those lessons hidden away from Dean— and then, in taking over the title of head of the Winchester family, he forbade himself from those lessons. To know gentleness was to know vulnerability and, in hunting, to know vulnerability was to know death. He made sure that wall was never quite broken— no matter how crumbled it got under the pressure of those who tried. 

His first lesson in the loss that love is was the day of his mother’s death. “The angels are watching over you,” she had said— the gentle words whispered as a lie she didn’t quite understand. 

The second time was raising Sammy. If anything went wrong, it was Dean who received the burden of his father’s scrutiny. This was a loss and burden Dean learned to carry through his life. The loss of his childhood weighed less on his heart than even the idea of fully losing his little brother. His self worth had been Sammy’s existence, and to lose him would be to lose himself— even if raising him had already taken parts of him. 

Had it not been for the hell hounds, he would have learned true, romantic, love from Jo. Not that it would’ve been gentle love— she was just as fucked as he was. But it would’ve been love nonetheless. That was the third time that he was taught— or rather had it hand-engraved into his brain matter— to acknowledge love as a loss he couldn’t afford. 

Jo was the first and last romantic love Dean Winchester had allowed himself to indulge in. After that, every woman was a night and nothing more. 

Years later, there was Lisa. He loved her, but what he learned from Jo that to love a woman past mere physicality in ways he couldn’t describe was to kill not only the love but also that woman. To be loved was to be killed. So, he let her go. 

EDIT:

Oops!! Forgot to tag the two people I still have as moots after making this acc and we’re on my tag list: @chxrrywines @ryvkkr

Also, lmk if you wanna join the tag list!!

[star-crossed-mid]

WISHES GIFS

TW FLASHING

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punishments

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I FORGOT LOU OOPS. He's added

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[oort0fthisworld]

are you afraid of the boogeyman?