#ill... make one later

[djevelbl]

It's just another form of love.

"It's so easy to separate Pili's heart from him. He makes sure to plant a kiss on it before Pili's eyes can close for good. He needs him to know that this isn't a betrayal, it's just another form of love."

(click on the image for better quality; reblogs are greatly appreciated — even without a comment helps me!)

[stemmmm]

more people gotta try this shit where bill has not improved and will not change but he's just chilling so its fine probably. its great

[journen]

So this was the page art I did for the Sunshine Soap Zine. 🧡 Soap and Ghost taking advantage of some quiet downtime on a mission as they wait to head back out again...

[hinamie]

quick itfs sketch page

[honestlyitsjustsam]

favourite moments of bg3 -> (5/?)

[mintypsii]

what is this guy's issue 😭

[sporeclan]

AND HERE IT IS!!!! The big ol wall of various kitty cats from 30 different clangen blogs! Thank you so much to everyone who suggested cats for me to draw :D I unfortunately wasn't able to draw a cat from every single blog requested, but rest assured that the blogs I missed have been written down to be first in line for if I do another project like this! <3

I'll tag everyone's blogs under the cut and then at the very bottom there's a version of this drawing without text or borders :]

And once again, thank y'all for being so wonderful!! <3

Asterglory - @lightclangen

Scorchplume - @clangenrising

Fogfreckle - @nimbusclan

Violetsong - @branchclangen

Gorseflame - @hawthornclangen

Basseye - @cricketclan

Icystar - @tallclan

Wheatkit - @dayclan

Quiver - @mammoth-clangen

Wiggity Wacks - @fallenclan

Cinnamonstar - @wtclangen

Meadowshade - @nettleclan-clangen

Raggedghost - @echoes-in-echoclan

Goldpaw - @our-clangen

Peanutkit - @circus-clangen

Magpiehop - @ranchclan

Lynxdawn - @salt-clangen

Snowkit - @boughclan-clangen

Tangleflame - @songclangen

Shatterhaze - @hillclan-ruins

Mango Martini - @dustclan-clangen

Claweye - @gooseclan

Shadowdusk - @duskclangen

Silkglide - @chasing-faith-and-fate

Angelwing - @heavensgaze

Ravenfreckle - @briarclan-horror-artlocke

Talonburn - @direclan

Songpaw - @loudclan-clangen

Vinepaw - @splinterclan

Rosemary - @bearclangen

[choccy-milky]

herbology class 🌹🌿 (from chap 2 of my fic!)

[cheralith]

feat. mikage reo || wc: 1.0k contains: gn!reader, no pronouns used, implications of sex but nothing explicit, angst w/ some comfort, time-skip so aged-up characters

you break reo’s heart at seventeen not because you want to, but because you have to.

his parents find a singular condom wrapper in his bedroom trashcan and run after you like madmen. venom dripping as they tell you to lay your hands off their son if you know what’s best for you whilst slide you over a hefty stack of hush money for your silence. your fingers tremble when you take and count it, calculating that this would be enough to help you and your struggling aunt pay the piling bills once and for all.

they figure that won’t be enough. so they send you to the states, somewhere far where reo can’t find you. they say they’ll pay for your living and education expenses and that they’ll fund for your college—just stay away from their son and keep quiet. with no other option, you take the offer on behalf of your poor aunt.

on the other side, reo is losing it. his sanity is on the decline, a thin thread that barely holds him together unraveling more by the day that he can’t find you.

you’ve stopped coming to class. stopped picking up his calls and responding to his texts, his speech bubbles turning green one day to his horror. when he visits your old complex, he finds that his gifts he’s sent to you remain untouched and collecting dust in your mailbox. and when he asks the landlady what happened to the tenants in 4b, she lowly mutters they simply moved out, knowing one wrong move could land her in a sticky situation as well.

he does everything in his power to track you down, but everyone that he talks to is under his parents command before his, and they give him filtered answers that lead him nowhere.

on his hands on knees, reo begs his parents to let him know where you are, to at least let him know that you were safe. so they paint a false narrative of you to fully shatter the remnants of his heart that clings onto you—a selfish, greedy thing. snatched their money without hesitation when it was offered to you. and when they see the heartbreak that smears on their son’s face, the job is finished.

he thought you were different, a white rose amongst the common red. he thought you saw deeper into him than just his family name, that you saw him—but no. you saw him as a walking bank and nothing more. you were just like the rest of them. how could he be so naive?

his heart crumbles into dust and blackens itself at the mere thought of your face, a specialized hatred rooting and curating itself just for you.

twelve years later, he’s at a charity event for a company that one of his subsidiaries are working with. idle chatter and meaningless conversations go by, and all the incoming-ceo of mikage corp wants to do is go home. the event is beginning to finally wrap up and he’s finishing up some last-minute talks with a couple of associates from his subsidiary. reo bids them goodbye at last and starts to pace out the door until he freezes in his place at the sight that beholds in front of him.

you stand there, quietly right behind a man in a pressed suit with a tablet in your arms. twelve years has aged you gracefully to his disdain, making you more radiant than when he first met you, when you broke his heart. a little taller now, with your hair styled differently yet neatly and your best facial features matured into your face, reo’s breath hitches at the sight of you; he thinks the chandelier gracing your being with that halo-like glow isn’t helping his case.

his fingers twitch and his arm juts out slightly, as if to reach for you, to touch you and feel that you’re real and here in front of him. a trembling lip silently calls out for your name, but a weird noise jumps out of his throat that makes everyone in front of him look in his direction—you included.

the man that you stand behind—lavinho is his name, reo believes—breaks out into a large smile and approaches the heir, calling out his name. but his voice goes muffled, your wide-eyed face being the only thing crystal clear in hazy vision.

you were doing so well, avoiding him for this dreaded night, and you nearly just got away without notice until the very last second, fate drawing a wicked turn of events.

you cough out to lavinho that you’ve forgotten something in the bathroom and usher out before he can reach you first, using your boss as a distraction to get away. shoes clicking rapidly against the tiled floors, you focus all your energy in escaping reo’s radius and think you’ve just about made it to the parking lot where your car is… until you feel a hand grab your wrist.

the stiffness in your neck is telling you not to turn around. you want to believe your hand is just caught in something, that the warmth enveloping your skin is just caused by something unworldly, but the scent of cologne that airs around you suffocates you and twists your conscience back to reality.

a cold breath draws from your lips. you attempt to pull your hand away from whatever had hitched it, but it remains where it is, stubborn. your neck creaks as you slowly turn back, the one person you’ve been attempting to avoid all evening staring his iris eyes incredulously at you.

reo thought he’d be cursing your name ‘til the day he was six feet under, his heart shallowed and chilled since the day you severed yourself from his life. but his chest warms, something thawing inside of him as you share your gaze with him, the image of his first love looking back at him with the trepidation behind your stare going unnoticed.

he smiles, his eyes with dilated pupils softening.

“you came back to me.”

[superbellsubways]

fictional QPR chart cuz I've never seen one for those 👍

[four-pointed-leaf]

happy pride month

[lazylittledragon]

so uhhhhhhhh. not to be cryptic and bitchy on main but congratulations to everyone in my messages for like 5 months on being right i guess

[ruvigapo]

Run boy run!! The sex monsters eat salmon!!

In which i arrive Fashionably Late to the fishssek party

[maxlovespigeons]

With the return of my hyperfixation, have some art I've drawn in the past I don't think I've ever posted to Tumblr

[clumsypuppy]

act 4 :(

@chipper-smol and i came to a realization

[stingray-art]

you cling so tightly to the beast that waits to devour you

(please don’t tag as ship)