#um. welp

[moonstruckdraws]

Poseidon

There you are, coward.

ver. 2

ver. 1

I don't know what's more terrifying: me making designs within the next 24 hours of the last one (technically) three times now, or the fact I'm getting motivation to draw guys (tbf it is mainly for interactions between the gods & art of couples but still).

I forgot to explain why Hephaestus doesn't have anything sentient/second set of eyes like the rest (excluding Aphrodite) of the gods so far. In reality, it's cause I had no ideas, whatsoever. But my headcanon idea is that because he was thrown out of Olympus and raised outside of it, he didn't get a sentient thing. I don't have it all thought out, but I want all the Olympians to have semi-sentient things on their person (with some outside exceptions like Antheia, but she is a Kharities so-). Idk, I'll figure it out. Or not.

Anyway:

Fun fact, this man had his board made ages ago (along with Aphrodite, Ares, & Amphitrite) back in November. Unlike those guys though, he stayed a blank canvas when I tried to draw him cause I could not for the life of me decide how to draw him. But now I did. Feels bittersweet.

I also do not have a lot for Poseidon. I feel like he's one of the gods you can predict how he looks like so easily and be similar to other people's versions like by 60%-80%, no shade of course. He's got the water hair & beard & gills, and only then do things get different between others' interpretations, depending on how monstrous/human/how many fishing nets can I put on this man they want to make it.

Apparently his sacred plant is wild celery, but I just couldn't find a place for it. Could make it another tattoo. Yeah, he has those because I couldn't think of any cool jewelry to give him. Good luck, me, in trying to draw it repeatedly (I'm already sick of it, but I like it). The shell on his right shoulder tattoo is to be a connection to Amphitrite, as one of her animals are shellfish, because I wanted to add a part of her to him. Another reference to Amphitrite are the tear shaped clips he has on his person that are on her design (that I need to update a little).

His tattoos also have dolphins on them of course. And the tied fabric of his cloth is supposed to be similar to dolphin fins (moreso the Hippocampus, but either work). He has a lot of waves on his design, of course, and swirls that are totally not annoying to draw. I also gave him a hook necklace for fun, no other reason. Because why would I...

Last thing is his hair. When looking at the 3/4th's view of him, you can see he does have more hair. It just isn't drawn- but it goes back into two braids. The braids are held together by his little crown and a clip in the shape of a horse. I plan for the horse to be his sentient thing, but we'll see..

[daily-odile]

AUGH I’d love to see more time looping odile if possible,,,,, how do you think she’d like; “devolve” over each of the acts as compared to Siffrin over time :O

ok im gonna be honest i did like portrait edits months ago and just never finished them. so here you go

act 3:

act 5:

[urmum-lovesme]

chat… i’m scared

^^^ (chat im scared to)

[kastillia]

hello! :) glad youre all moved in! can I request for the art request delsin rowe from infamous second son? :)

[enlitment]

Saw this in an antique book shop today and simply couldn't resist

Actual cost: 150 CZK (around 6 $)

Cost to my mental well-being: incalculable

[rheasbrvtality]

OHHHH BROTHER

[letsgetitblog]

oh...

Mkay...

[v0idsp3rson]

I kinda wanna get to know my moots better, so I'ma just...(look at these incorrect quotes and tell me how accurate they r :3 )

*The Squad is at Home Depot* kiya-cannibal-bug: *Fell in the cacti display while wandering around the garden section* bo0kdragon: *Shitting in the display toilets* xxurmother : *Tokyo Drifting one of those flatbed carts down the aisles* k4ijnyxx: *Stealing paint chips for aesthetic purposes* Arachne: *Just wanted some goddamn lightbulbs and everyone ruined it* v0idsp3rson : *In the car sleeping*

v0idsp3rson : That was so hot, k4ijnyxx. k4ijnyxx: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets. v0idsp3rson : I'm so in love with you.

v0idsp3rson : Are you a masochist or a sadist? kiya-cannibal-bug, deadpan: I’m a Taurus.

v0idsp3rson : As you know I keep a list of all my friends in order of how likely they are to betray me. xxurmother : Where am I on the list? v0idsp3rson : Well I can’t tell you that because then you’ll quickly move up or down depending on your reaction.

Arachne: Please pray for k4ijnyxx. bo0kdragon: What happened to them? Arachne: Nothing, they’re just very stupid.

k4ijnyxx: You know, I used to play back in my gory days. sillycritterthing: You mean glory days? k4ijnyxx: Ah, that too.

sillycritterthing: What is the one thing I told you not to do? k4ijnyxx: Burn the house down. sillycritterthing: And what did you do? k4ijnyxx: I made dinner. sillycritterthing: k4ijnyxx: sillycritterthing: k4ijnyxx: And burnt the house down.

v0idsp3rson : Two brooooos! k4ijnyxx: Chillin' in a hot tub! v0idsp3rson : Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay! k4ijnyxx: v0idsp3rson : k4ijnyxx: *tearing up* v0idsp3rson : Babe, c'mon... k4ijnyxx: AND HERE YOU REALLY HAD ME THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING. v0idsp3rson : Babe...

Arachne: Lol. Heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you’ll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this. bo0kdragon: What did you do Arachne? Arachne: a Mistake.

sillycritterthing: The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.

xxurmother : There are some things beyond our understanding. We must accept them and learn from them. Because these moments of crisis are also potential moments of faith. A time, when we either come together or fall apart. Nature always has a way of balancing itself. The only question is, what part will we play? kiya-cannibal-bug: Did you just make that up? xxurmother : No. I read it in a fortune cookie once. kiya-cannibal-bug: xxurmother : A really long fortune cookie.

k4ijnyxx: I’d kill someone if you asked me to. v0idsp3rson : I’m pretty sure you’d kill someone even if I didn’t ask you to.

bo0kdragon: Okay, two person huddle. v0idsp3rson : You can't huddle with two people. This is just a hug.

kiya-cannibal-bug: I’m sorry, I really flew off the handle back there. It was like the handle was a bald guy going really fast, and I was his toupée.

v0idsp3rson : kiya-cannibal-bug, you’re offered 500,000 dollars, but, if you accept it, the person you hate the most in the world gets 1,000,000 dollars. Would you take it? kiya-cannibal-bug: Of course! I mean, why wouldn’t I want 1,500,000 dollars?

kiya-cannibal-bug: *talking about v0idsp3rson ’s funeral* You do know we’re burying a great person today! bo0kdragon, shocked: Did someone else die?

kiya-cannibal-bug: You’re like an oyster. Not appealing on the outside, but your insides are worth a lot of money!

*The Squad is at sillycritterthing’s house* v0idsp3rson : Ohhhh we each get our own oven? sillycritterthing: …N-No… sillycritterthing, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have??? v0idsp3rson , motioning to the kitchen: Three, I thought! k4ijnyxx: I see a- sillycritterthing, motioning to one device: This is a microwave. v0idsp3rson : Oh, well I- sillycritterthing: Hey, wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave* sillycritterthing, amazed: Its got a bake setting! Arachne: Ohoho, you learn something new every day! xxurmother : Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first? sillycritterthing: Now I’ve discovered more ovens than I thought, we don’t have to roshambo nothin’! sillycritterthing: I am someone who owns four ovens… sillycritterthing, louder and way too happy: I am someone… who owns FOUR OVENS… bo0kdragon, pointing to another appliance: Also, the toaster oven! sillycritterthing: v0idsp3rson : Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens! sillycritterthing: sillycritterthing, ecstatic: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS.

k4ijnyxx: Did you hear that!? v0idsp3rson just threatened to destroy my lego AT-AT! xxurmother : ...You just threatened to kill them in their sleep.

v0idsp3rson : Wow. I keep stepping on a lot of crunchy twigs. bo0kdragon: Those are bones, v0idsp3rson . v0idsp3rson : *looks straight up* Not if I never look down.

--

@k4ijynxx, @xxurmother, @kiya-cannibal-bug, @sillycritterthing, @pirulated, @bo0kdragon

also I didn't know whether or not to use ur usernames sooooo ye I just used ur usernames

[criminal-sen]

got me a lil crush ngl

[guaxinimraccoon]

Brad e Toby na Giant Brad AU: 😭☠️🤬😈🖤

Brad e Toby no "universo original": 😍😘😰🥺❤️

KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK PQP EXATAMENTE ISSO

olha vc tem que entender que giant brad au é onde eu descarrego todo angst que eu quero/gosto de ver em g/t, infelizmente isso implica que eles tem que sofrer mas é um preço pequeno a se pagar por mim ❤️

[doctorweebmd]

i don't think i'll ever get over the comedic timing of being prepared to intubate an obtunded patient going into worse and worse shock on three pressors code cart in room pads on having like six people all staring at the vitals anxiously as this person might code at ANY MOMENT, me standing at the head of the bed ready to tube the second we have a safe BP and the nurse from two doors down comes into the room and says, 'hey doc, room x is in asystole' and just. walks away.

i'm just. standing there. peri-coding this patient. and i'm calling after him 'uh.... are they supposed to be?!'

absolutely insane delivery. no context no info just 'hey, btw this person's heart stopped. :) bye ' HELLO!?!

[crehador]

me last week: so like post-apocalyptic yuru camp. cute! me this week:

[fishermcn]

❛   patch .

@sunmad // no need to caw or croak when your intent is plain; we'll see if these silent endeavors were always in vain // not accepting.

It'd been a right bloodbath, no two ways about it. Beasts may stalk the shadowed alleyways of Yharnam with no true equal, but in the face of paranoia long fed and fattened on hatred of the outsider in sweet consort with that sickening thrall of the good blood overwhelming reason for hunger, men can be twice as cruel as the fiendish maw of any wolfish thing. Gunshots had thundered across both sides of the cobblestone streets in storms of leaden hellfire, trick weapons intended for rending malformed hide and putrid pelts had instead crashed against one another in shrieking protest, and by the end of the entire miserable affair it's a wonder the duo hadn't emerged from the other side of the exchange on the back of a cart destined for another funeral pyre.

That wasn't to say they'd emerged whole and hearty, mind, and certainly not Crow. Miriam might have the benefit of that supposedly good blood coursing through her veins and further bestowed with a vial's kiss when needed, but for himself and the hideous bite taken from his flank from the very edge of a saw cleaver? Bandages, stitching, and no small amount of cursing will have to suffice until it finally gnarls itself from vicious wound into one more ugly scar to join the ever-growing collection of tithes Yharnam has taken for her due.

Rather than bleeding out across the better half of the godsforsaken town attempting to hobble back towards the isolated butcher's shed Miriam has the gall to call her practice, Crow's led them to one of his own little retreats. Scarcely more than a nook tucked away in the shadow of two rightfully condemned buildings, there's still roof enough to keep out the winter's chill and room enough for them both to play their parts in this loathsome little play. Crow the picture-perfect patient is gritting his teeth to the point that his jaw throbs and squeezing the arm of the chair so tightly his knuckles are a shade paler than bone; Miriam the good doctor unrolls her gleaming little implements and fingers one of the seemingly countless sharp edges, and without more than a mere moment of shared eyes the operation begins.

She'd offered sedative, or the only equivalent available in this town. Blood, blood, blood. He only reached under the chair and drained a third of the whiskey in reply.

Cleaning it goes beyond words, but there's no lack of trying on his part given the screaming being stifled by the leather glove he's sunken his teeth into. Spots dance and writhe to the careful and concise butchering done by the flaying edge of her scalpel as the scraps of meat are done away with, and by the time Miriam has exchanged that menacing little blade for the burn of alcohol to cleanse anything that might've been caught in the sawteeth it's a wonder he isn't dead or drifting off into it. Sweat beads his brow in a way that chills him, darkness isn't at the edge of his sight so much as occupying it, and yet those flinty eyes still watch the work that her hands have done to put the pieces of him back into some semblance of working order.

Surely this is the most thoroughly he's done to dirty her. Whereas soot and ash had clung to the pale expanse of her skin and befouled the purity of her snow-white robes with marked intent, his blood clinging to her cuticles and seeping into every crease of her fingers and painting the entirety of her hands seems an altogether different sin. Wrong, awry in a way that some part of him distantly should find concerning, surely-- what does he care what he's done to her after all? This thing of theirs was entirely self-serving after all, his ends for it and Miriam's leading them to parting ways eventually.

And yet, even for the bite and pull and bite of the stitching needle putting signing a curtain's call to this performance, there's a dissatisfaction etched into his very marrow that the iron coating his tongue only further sours. As if the blood has somehow ruined something, and not for the first or the last time in this town.

Then Miriam looks him full in his face, raises her fingers to her lips, and drags her tongue through his blood without so much as batting her pretty eyes.

@sunmad asked: ❛   mark . (throat, naturally)

Whatever weariness and exhaustion that's seized him within its iron jaws suddenly drops him at the sight, and there's something like a half-curse choked to death in his coarse throat as Crow watches this indulgence play out. There's something decidedly wrong in the act, yet when it ought to make him nauseous down to the bottom of his stomach there's something kindled instead. A crude oil fire that's threatening to burn him alive more assuredly than even the flames that had scoured the expanse of his back and choked his lungs is writhing under his skin as she laps and sucks and scrapes each digit clean with the just too sharp of her teeth.

How hard has he been breathing, that his throat could be so damn dry? How long has his heart been beating this bloody hard in his chest, that it's making it so hard to fucking breathe?

Then Miriam is leaning forward, stained everything now settling damply and messily against his bared skin to paint him in likewise red shades, and any consideration for the pistol tucked beneath the chair or the knife stitched into the arm Crow's still gripping onto like a lifeline is cast aside for the press of her hand spit-slick under his chin and the flutter of her breath against his throat. Surely, she can feel the full sprint of his pulse this close to his goosebump ridden flesh even before her lips part to press open mouthed onto the tender skin.

Crow makes a noise that's barely human, and that's before Miriam sinks her teeth in. Maybe she was entirely unaffected back then on that snow covered street when with a mistletoe he'd dirtied and likewise marked her, or perhaps there'd been enough disgust hidden beneath that placid expression aplenty to find his display unworthy of response-- maybe, maybe, maybe. He's no such restraint whatever the case might've been, not in this moment as a stained hand settles onto the crook of her waist and his knees part to allow her to slot neatly against himself fully.

"Miriam." For an irreverent, blasphemous creature that he so makes himself out to be, her name sounds an awful lot like a prayer in this moment. "Miriam," Crow croaks, and when her jaw sets even harder in the very spot he had so plainly bruised her prior, there's no helping how he presses himself so utterly into the shape of her. "Miriam."

What a ruin she's made of him when at last she does retreat. Pupils entirely bereft of that beastliness debasing so many like men in this town are blown wide, the stormfront of those grey eyes for once painfully transparent in lieu with his ragged breaths and shivering for a reason entirely different than for having gone without a shirt. His own blood has now soaked into his skin from her robes, and standing out starkly amidst it all is an already bruising return laid against that throat she's so fondly regarded.

Godsdammit, Crow swallows. Godsdammit.

[koreandragon]

wow it finally happened

[vroomian]

Hm. One thing about the dinner with my sisters wife is her reactions to stories about our family and relatives. It lead me to beilieve that some Things I grew up with were not, in fact, normal or perhaps healthy.

I don’t know what to think about this.

[anamuave]

welp I’m into ranma 1/2 now