#hOPEFULLY YOU GUYS DON'T MIND IT...

[retiredcultistredux]

((when you can't draw circles but literally every character you ever draw has at least one circle in their design so you end up with circles with the most wobbly fuckin lines ever. also read the tags pls))

[gotchibam]

Heyo! Just opened a couple of slots for pokemon ko-fi doodles again! 😊

I'm thinking of switching the way I line & color the doodles so they'll look slightly different from the previous ones I've done before (might go for soft shading instead of the white highlights I used to add)

Also please note that I'm still working on some doodles atm from my backlog so I might not be able to start w/ the new batch right away :)

As for the finished requests, I'll be sending them via email soon 😌 Thank you sm as always for being patient w/ me & supporting my work!! ;w;

[all-our-turf]

thinking about swan (as usual) and how she handles being in a leadership position and i think it'd be interesting if That Night was like. her first time actually holding that level of responsibility. like i think from early on when swan joined the warriors everyone could kind of see the relationship cleon was building with her and that it was likely swan would be named her number two, but what if it hadn't been official for all that long before the events of the album. and even once she did become cleon's number two, most of what that entailed was being at cleon's side and maybe she became more directly involved in decisions, but she wasn't really in charge of the warriors - at least, not in the way a traditional hierarchy would suggest.

swan steps into the role of leader because she thinks she's supposed to, and that it's what cleon would want her to do, but i don't think it's a position she's at all used to holding, which you'd think as number two she would've had some sort of experience leading, but both her actions and those of the other warriors don't really suggest that. swan makes plans, and the warriors go along with them for the most part, but she never throws any sort of authority around.

i know it's been brought up by others how the warriors don't necessarily follow such a strict hierarchy (like the riffs), but what if ajax questioning swan in woodlawn cemetery stems more from the fact that swan's position is "cleon's number two", and because cleon isn't there anymore then that role no longer holds any real weight. if swan had frequently been responsible for the warriors whenever cleon wasn't around, i doubt this confrontation would've happened at all, because swan taking charge would've been a given.

even her lines in light or somethin' ("don't put your hope in me" // "do not put your trust in me") don't exactly suggest that she's comfortable being in a leadership position. the way swan thinks about herself practically contradicts her role to the warriors, which is why i think it's interesting to explore the idea that this is still relatively new to her. that she hasn't really gotten much experience without cleon by her side to sort of solidify her role. sort of like imposter syndrome - she has the position but she doesn't think she should.

this is more of a personal hc but in my head swan is also one of the younger warriors in the group, which i think would further add to her insecurity as number two. i saw someone mention that fox being the youngest makes her character that much more tragic, and i think swan also being on the younger side has a similar effect. and just like fox spends the album wanting to prove herself as a warrior, i think swan similarly wants to prove herself as a leader. that she's capable of protecting the warriors. the way fox says "i won't let you down" in outside gray's papaya and the way swan says "i'll get us home alive" in woodlawn cemetery carry a similar weight imo. and they both have their moments (fox in reunion square and swan in the finale when she goes up against luther) but i think what makes it all the more painful is that swan would look at how everything played out through the night and view it as evidence that she isn't good enough. that she finally had to step up and prove that she deserves her position as number two and she let everyone down

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Omg...... Like Mother, Like Daughter is doomed Yuri (half yuri? One sided yuri?). TT0TT Sol doesn't feel the same way I'm pretty sure (sadly), but Som is DEF down bad. TT0TT And Som's not exactly the most mentally stable jakfjdksalfj (I think she has a bit of a "Sol's my pet" vibe going on as well. Som means well but she is NOT healthy either jfakslfj oh this is just going to be a fucking wreck I'm ready let's GO!)

(spoilers under cut, also under cut cause length and pictures)

Like she saw the boy Sol is hanging out with and was just ">:("

*sobbing* She is SO DONE when she finds out they are dating TT0TT

*sobs* ahhhh! klasjfdk OhmyGOAD SHE is tREMBLING as Sol tells her how she got with the guy TT0TT

She is literally SULLEN that Sol and guy have been dating FOR A MONTH! she looks os SICK TT0TT

My poor girl is literally doing the Arthur fist clench with her fist TT0TT

Som! Som! Girlie! I don't think this is just a friendship for you anymore.

LKFJDASKLFJKLAJFKL WAIT

"Anyone can see at first glance that he's good for nothing. But how does she not see that?"

OHHHHH MY GOD SHE'S LIEK 'HE SMELLY. HE STANK. HE POOR. HE BROKE. HE TOO NORMAL FOR HER." GURL! GET OFF THE FLOOOOOR!

"To be honest, I wish they'd break up" NO YOU DON'T SAY???? nEVER WOULD'VE GUESS!

Oh I was just here for the matricide but I've been blessed with more angst! Let's goooooo!!!!!!!!!

[mwehster]

stuff I drew for valentine's day

[pekoeboo]

ugh. some thoughts.

really been trying to find the joy in drawing/writing again and honestly it's been such a challenge. friends have told me it's most likely depression that's making it hard to feel motivated and tbh they're probably right.

hoping to get back into being creative in the way I Want to be at some point tho. I miss it. there's still so much with my stories and characters that I haven't been able to share or explain and I wish I knew how without it feeling like this daunting, impossible task.

I don't know when I'll get around to actually sharing art again (or writing, if ever). was hoping that I'd manage to get some of my mental and physical issues in check recently for just long enough to get back into the swing of being creative, but that hasn't seemed to work. everything feels bad, both artistically and physically. I'm struggling to keep up with the frantic pace at which my brain comes up with story concepts and intriguing character interactions, even tho everything in me wishes I could turn it into tangible artistic expression so I can get it out of my head and share it. it used to be easy. I don't know why it's not now.

I'm just . tired, I guess.

[jonahs-arks]

Actually gonna finally share my Rockwell playlist from Spotify

[mechahero]

Even more pagedolls! (dollmaker link)

[maoutan]

(Both are my OCs)

[jinhyun]

💌

[whenyoucomeback]

The world of Nikolai selfshipping has slightly changed in the last few days because I REALLY need to be more active on here so I will give all my dear selfship community mutuals the patch notes as concisely as possible

🪽 reveal coming soon because I realized the reason I was hiding them from y'all was because of some of my own personal stuff I needed to work through. I think I have. Yay! I also have a S/I to show off so fun stuff :3

Cro.nan Dark.root is on the F/O list now and ougjghgh guys iam literally his fiance for real. he joins my beloved Tenko in the Nikolai marriage waitlist teehee

The Elvensquad are now all platonic F/Os. They are so friend shaped ^_^

I have been brainstorming more GI self inserts since I feel weird reusing self inserts. So. Stay tuned for more totally awesome content wahoo

[desertowlet]

I LOVE seeing all the details you guys picked up from this piece :) thank you for all your really cool notes and tags and acute observations

Also answering this question I got because I really like it:

Here's my main thoughts for deciding this when making this piece (keep in mind this is mainly all an artistic interpretation!! They don't actually show how much cake everyone eats in the game, sorry haha)

Anya's pretty shell shocked from the news and getting the rug pulled from beneath her. That and her cluster of problems to deal with just got Even Worse now that her only source of income is gone. She can't really bring herself to really eat her portion of the cake beyond maybe a single bite. The artificial sweetness and the overwhelming dread of everything she's dealing with really drives her away from any sort of appetite or celebratory attitude she once had. Any hope she's previously clung to has been quickly extinguished. She's still considerate enough to tuck her chair back in its original place at the table though (almost as if she was never there to begin with).

Swansea has already grimly accepted the decline of Pony Express and wasn't too surprised at the news that they were getting laid off ("the writing's been on the wall for a long time"), and he canonically likes the Pony Express cake, so might as well eat it. What else are you going to do with it? It's already been made, can't just let it go to waste.  But he's far from happy, thus crumples the party hat and puts it on his plate. Doesn't bother adjusting his chair back to the table when he leaves.

Daisuke really doesn't know much about anything going on, he's a clean slate, oblivious to the company reputation and treatment to its workers, and also likely has no other frame of reference for what a standard internship/job experience should be like, so he just makes the best of what he's dealt. He's just trying to get his foot through the door with an internship, (but maybe it's not to late for him to branch out elsewhere). He was looking forward to the cake and the possibility of extra sweetener (jk jk, Captain... unless...?) so I'd imagine he would have eaten it, maybe left a couple crumbs behind at most. He's super chill and really good at going with the flow, don't even worry guys. It's totally fine and super cool and stuff. He tries to put his chair back in its place but it ends up a bit crooked and facing away from the table.

Curly doesn't like sweets. He's making the cake out of obligation for his crew— just another task on his ever-growing list of things to do. Even though it's a birthday party, for him, he doesn't feel like making it about himself, and the last thing he can even think about is celebrating while carrying the knowledge that everyone is losing their jobs. That letter from corporate is practically burning a hole in his pocket with every passing moment. When he cuts the cake, (even though his approach at a first glance admittedly is laughably absurd) I like to think he did it that way with the intention that he's only cutting the cake for four participants. He doesn't consider himself as a participant— not only because he doesn't like sweets, but possibly also because the guilt that everyone is losing their jobs is eating him alive (even though he had no involvement with the decision that corporate made, and he's also getting the boot— just like everyone else. "Esteemed freighter captain" doesn't mean much to Pony Express beyond being just another expendable role, contrary to popular belief, Jim). Curly doesn't get up from his seat for a very long time, but once he does, it will be to clean up the party decorations and mess by himself.

Jimmy is most visibly upset and bitter out of all the crew upon hearing the news, it's practically dripping with every word he speaks and every movement he makes during the whole scene. When it comes to eating the cake, he practically licks the plate clean, but he's far from contented; the cake is mediocre, at best. He doesn't want mediocre cake— even if it's the best they've got— he wants what Curly has. He is nothing short of theatrical when making his exit from the table, the chair practically topples backwards as it's shoved away as far as possible from its original spot. He thinks that'll show Curly for breaking the news from corporate and "still getting what he wanted" after all this. Whiny, annoying Curly, who never has to worry about anything from his spot at the top of the ladder, who always gets what he wants and is respected by the whole crew. What's his deal? If Jimmy had everything Curly has, he's sure he'd do so much better of a job as captain. Too bad he's just Jimmy.

Gosh, Captain, way to ruin the vibe at your own birthday party...

[ethereeality]

quick reconstruction under way. ☺️

[novaimperia]

★ asking roommate!sukuna if he’ll pretend to be your boyfriend

“what? no?”

at the moment, you’re both at a frat party you didn’t know the other would be at. if you knew sukuna would be here you still would have gone but, judging by the look of complete and utter irritation on his face, he probably wouldn’t say the same. actually, it was pretty funny to walk into the party, make eye contact with him and watch that ‘you’ve got to be fucking with me’ look manifest in his body language. 

what isn’t as funny is the weird guy in your lecture who can’t take a hint and keeps touching you. he’s here now and the shudders running up and down your body tells you very clearly he’s aware of your presence and has plans to do something about it. 

“sukuna, please. i’ll owe you one.”

sitting on a packed sofa, legs spread, he scowls up at you, piercings glinting with the movement. “i don’t need you to owe me one.”

“sukuna, come on. you’re a scary motherfucker, just be touchy with me for a second and intimidate him.”

he takes a swig of his beer. “put your big girl panties on and tell him to fuck off.”

okay, so clearly he’s not going to change his mind anytime soon. groaning, you stomp away from him and to your friends. you walk over to the kitchen, intent to enjoy this party to the fullest. shots go down in flashes, music blares and deafen, you sway and grind and laugh. nothing will take away this burst of youth where recklessness meets lack of conceivable consequences. 

that’s what you think, anyway, until sweaty hands start rubbing your shoulders. you stiffen. 

“aw, you didn’t need to wear something so slutty for me. you’ve already got my attention.”

you can’t see your friends anymore – there are too many people, too tightly packed together, the lights are too dim and the music too loud to do something about the body pressed up behind you. hairs on your arm standing on end, you fight the disgust recoiling deep in your bones and firmly say, “i’m sorry, i’m really not interested. please leave me alone.”

“don’t be like that, baby. i see the way you look at me.” gripping your hips, he tugs you hard back into him when you try to shuffle away. his clutch is punishing and his nails dig into your skin. you hiss. “let’s go back to my place and i’ll show you a good time.”

pulling you away with him, your friends disappear in the crowd. you’re powerless against his strength. he’s too eager, too clumsy, too drunk to even have any semblance of sense. guys like him are dangerous. guys like him get what they want. guys like him don’t stop at ‘no.’ “let me go! let me fucking go!”

“don’t be a bitc–”

“you hard of hearing or something?” sukuna yanks the guys away by his collar, snatching him up like a puppy. “get the fuck outta here before i beat your ass.”

the guy scoffs, forcing a bravado on. "who the h-hell are you? this is none of your business; she's my girl."

sukuna takes a step forward. a cruel sneer twists his face into something dark, something sinister, practically malevolent. "yeah? explain to me how she finds her way into my bed then."

people are whispering; they've noticed the scene playing out. some are already getting their phones out to record, hoping for a fight. others are taking a step back. they whisper your roommate's name like it's a curse. it reaches your creepy classmate even through his drunken stupor. 

"s-shit." he raises his hands in surrender. "listen man, i didn't know she's with you. i swear. i'll go, alright? just forget about it."

personally unsure why he switched up so quickly when he was doing a fine enough job pretending sukuna's height itself wasn't pissy pants-inducing, you don't dare say a word that might bring his attention back to you. instead, you huddle a little closer to your roommate, who doesn't shake you off when you pinch his shirt for comfort. just like that, the guy that's been bothering you for weeks fades in the background, never to be seen again. hopefully. 

you sigh. “thanks, sukuna.”

he grunts. he’s about to leave, to go back to minding his own business and pretending he doesn’t know you, but then, as if he can’t really help it and he hates himself for it, he eyes you up and down. in that moment, whatever he sees, whatever assessment he makes of your appearance, contrasted with the scene you two find yourself in, urges him to say something that almost sounds painful, so unnatural, so alien to him it brings a shit-eating grin to your face. 

“i’m bored with this place. let’s go…” he winces, rolling his shoulder back. “let’s go home.”

[raamitsu]

can't even remember the amount of polls I have posted but I think I'm going to post another one for my twitter header-

[aberooski]

One more shift tomorrow then I get like 2 weeks off practically. Bless.