#soon... in the weekends..

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] Some stuff I drew in school!

[redpapercraness]

all four of my sonic 3 movie trailer redraws in one spot 🫡

[ruushes]

my hof was born to be a griffon rider, if they could've given him a griffon at the start of dao the blight would've been over in a week

[kitamars]

buncha compiled otasune + raiden doodle dumps from the past few months yayyyyyyyy enjoy (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

[mcgnussen]

laura bossing k-mag around already! she stops him to make him sign a fan's notebook and then blows the fan a little kiss before scooting away 😭❤️

[xxplastic-cubexx]

hey can you guys watch them for a second

[cosmicdenro]

op... he's so kitty cat.... and #1 yaoi fan....

[rainyfey]

Posting this guy on his own for funzies <3

[kyoukorpse]

a quastion about your lamb!!! how does Chirin interact with their followers? are they the type to sit down n play a good ol game of knucklebones with them/chitchat/constantly give gifts or just sorta exists among them (besides giving sermons/rituals)?

WELL!!! to be honest, Chirin's relationship with their followers evolves over time!! It fluctuates too, there's a few factors involved in how much they interact with them or how they interact with them at all--

Early on as a vessel Chirin interacted a lot with their followers, since there were so few of them at first. They had time and energy to get to know them all indiviually, and they especially grew attached to their first follower Nana (believe it or not, when i started a file in my game to play "as" Chirin their first follower DID come as Nana and i stuck with it).

Even though they had less time to spend with each follower individually as Roseveil (name of their cult) grew in number, they still made time where they could, especially for milestones. Another follower that was close with them for some time was Doll, she was part of the first generation of followers to be born in Roseveil and was Chirin's first ever disciple. She followed them around until the day she died. Hasn't been anyone as loyal since.

As Roseveil got bigger they had even less time for keeping up with everyone individually so they settled for doing rounds to check in on things which allowed them at least to keep up with some of them, particularly their disciples.

(i gotta draw the other two eventually)

And, ykno, other important followers that have vital roles to helping things run smoothly on a day to day basis like the head med bay attendant/nurse. There's quite a few followers that still see and talk with Chirin on a day to day basis by the time they're an infant god.

Also other followers in more vulnerable stages of life get to see them more often. Newborns are always held by them the day they're born and elders are free to come and sit with them or ask for something from them personally rather than going through someone else first.

So, it really does depend as time goes on, and what role a certain follower has, and how they personally interact with them as well, but Chirin always does try their best to be around when they can be.

Although... A lot of that goes out the window for a certain lineage.

As the most recent descendant of Nana by the time Chirin is an infant god and wrangling the bishops from purgatory, Feyun is the exception to all of this. As was their parents and their grandparents and so on. Chirin has followed that lineage closely and has shown special attachment and treatment to every single descendant. Not that they'll admit it. Of course.

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

foggy windows and whispered words

a valentines weekend event fic!

bruce wayne x reader: a nighttime drive with your billionaire boyfriend turns into something steamier..

content level: fluffy with lots of kissing.

you squeal as your boyfriend, bruce wayne, takes another curve of the road at full speed. he chuckles, the engine roaring in response. his dark hair gleams in the flashes of moonlight shining through the open sunroof. wind whistles through the car as the numbers go up on the speedometer: 40, 45, 55, 60.. 

he finally slows as you come upon your destination: the overlook. 

you love simple dates like this, dates where your boyfriend isn’t too tired from being “mr. wayne” or those late evenings, in the office until 3 am evenings. he won’t let you visit him that late either, saying your sleep is important to him, and that you’d be utterly bored anyways. one of these days you’ll surprise him. you blink out of your thoughts as bruce turns the car off. 

“c’mon, lovely. let’s go.” 

you smile at him, unbuckling your seatbelt. his car door shuts with a snap as he starts over to your side. your door is pulled open, his hand extended for you to take. 

getting out of his low sports cars was sometimes a struggle for you, and (ever since you almost tripped and fell in front of a crowd) he’s made it a point to be there for you, a warm smile greeting you as his strong hand pulls you up. he brings you in close, arms circling your waist as he looks down at you. he’s got a strange look in his eyes, one you’re not very familiar with. his gaze darts around your face, studying your features, your expression. 

“what?” you wrinkle your nose, confused. 

“you look gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, that’s ‘what.’” he growls out, pulling you impossibly closer. 

your cheeks heat at the nearness, at his words, at the way he’s looking at you. 

“thank you, baby.” 

your boyfriend smirks down at you, at your reaction.

“anytime, beautiful.” 

he releases you, a hand trailing down your arm to grab yours. you swing them while you stroll over to the railing, giggling and squirming away as he tries to poke your side. 

you reach the lookout point, stopping in your tracks as you take in the view. bruce stands by your side, his hand now at the small of your back. 

“wow,” you breathe out, just mesmerized. gotham looks so glamorous from here, the city lights sparkling and blurring together to create a glowing valley that highlights the familiar skyline. 

“like what you see?” the low rumble of your boyfriend’s voice reminds you to breathe as you look up at him. 

“i love what i see, are you kidding?” you weave your arm under his, looping it around his waist. 

“i never kid.” he puts on a stoic expression, face blank, eyes hard. 

you scoff at him, rolling your eyes. 

“i beg to differ.” 

at that he breaks, barking out a laugh that melts your heart, feeds your soul. your favorite sound. 

“that’s more like it, brucie.” you start towards the railing, tugging at your big boyfriend’s arm so he follows. he glances at you, a big smile still lingering on his lips. happy to go wherever you want, as usual.

you stop at the edge of the cliff, the city laid out before you. bruce’s hand is secured on your waist, but you’re used to it. that’s your boyfriend: always cautious, always watching. 

cool night air fills your lungs, and you release it with a contented sigh as the city lights twinkle below you. 

“thanks for bringing me up here,” you turn back to him, beaming. he can hear his heartbeat get louder. when did he become such a fool for you? and when had he stopped caring?

“anytime, love.” he replies, his words easy as he pats you on the lower back, squeezing you closer. 

you lose track of time, chattering away as bruce chimes in every now and then, cracking a joke or laughing at one of yours. he leans over you to help you see where wayne tower is in the skyline, his warm presence at your back: something so comforting to you. 

his phone rings, but he quickly silences it, sliding it back into his pocket. for such an important man, he somehow makes you feel as if you’re the most important person in the world. 

“hungry?” he asks. you shrug, nodding. 

“admired your fill?” you nod again, smiling up at him. he grabs your hand, starting towards the car again.

bruce pops open the backseat door, sitting down into the seat. a big hand pats his leg, looking at you—a hint of mischief in his eyes. you tentatively sit on his knee, confused, and before you can blink he’s pulled you into the car and shut the door. 

you smile, small but shining. his heart melts all over again as you lean in to kiss him on the cheek, one side, the other. next is his forehead, his nose, and then: his lips. pink, slightly parted, it seems as if kissing you always leaves him a bit breathless, even as early as your first date. 

he practices self-control a lot. in every facet, aspect, and part of his life, bruce wayne can have self control. 

but when it comes to you? all bets are off. 

he’s kissing you, hungry, like he always kisses you: with his full body. his hands roam your back, your waist, cupping your cheek, weaved into your hair. his legs hold you easily, steadily, never wavering. his back is lifted off the seat, despite you leaning your whole body weight into him. he’s pressing into you, every bit an active participant. his lips mesh with yours, pulling away every so often just to tease you, only to crash into yours harder when you tug him back in. 

he’s both consumed by you and trying to consume you, wanting to be with you more than anything in the world. he aches when he’s away from you, a deep chest pain that he’s only recently been able to put words to: love. he loves you. 

“i’m not used to letting myself feel this way, but i wanted, no, needed to tell you.” 

you nod, your eyebrows sewn together in the middle of your forehead 

he loses his nerve, pulling you in for another kiss, his lips crushing into yours. but you push him back, pushing him to be honest, to let you in. 

“what, baby?”

he sighs, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“i love you.” 

your eyes widen involuntarily, and in that tiny moment, bruce feels heartbreak. he was so blind to think you’d feel the same way, so stupid to hope for a future with you, a future where he tells you everything, holds you close as you fall asleep, wakes up every morning to you—

“i love you too.” you whisper, tugging at his ear lobe. you lean closer, like you’re letting him in on a secret. “i was waiting on you, bruce.” 

he’s not sure what to say, how to tell you that it feels like his life has finally started, how soon is too soon to ask for you to move in, and you shut up all of his thoughts with a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him into yet another brain-melting kiss. 

“hi, this is bat burger, what can i get you?”

“a chocolate shake, a vanilla shake, and two orders of batburgers with medium—no, large fries, please.”

post divider: @graphicbloss

[obsob]

it's blanket weather! (a redraw of my first cat drawing!)

[timethehobo]

On the verge of knocking out so just a chicken scratch doodle. Soon…

[nevsclowntown]

✨Hitori✨

Uchiha hitori? Senju hitori?

Something I wont figure out now lmao Am tired and felt like sketching him as a young adult 🥹

Ft that meme it’s literally what happened

[thewertsearch]

W

[sen-ya]

This post by @itsrainingbubbles means too much to me goodbye

[xxplastic-cubexx]

give me some whiskey and ill draw The Most Thing i can come up with

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