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kimetsu academy: sanekana

psd testing! 1. bunnies by kirasources. 2. neighbourhood by peachblue. w/ edits.

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wdym this isn't what happened.

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i am currently making a pathetic, feeble attempt to get back into fandom writing by writing for this interesting pair. it's very much an au (and not kimetsu school based) because i specifically wanted to work on thinking about what makes a character themself (what what better way to do that than to deconstruct them?) — it's on ao3! please be kind. it's very bad, i am aware. i don't really have the energy to write it out well, i just cooked half the idea :'/

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spot illustrations I did a while back for @asanoyahqzine!! they’re for @starstruckdove’s fic “laps around my heart” 🏎💕

the full zine is free to read here!

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Deuce: I LOST MY S/O HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?!

random person: Well, what do they look like?

Deuce *while sobbing*: BEAUTIFUL

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Happy New Year! 🐰🎊 I designed new years outfits for Riddle and Alison(OC), its the year of the rabbit so- and also my first artwork for the year 😊

Thank you so much everyone for your support on tumblr, I only started my blog last year but the amount of love has been overwhelming. Please take care of me again for 2023, May you have a good year ahead 🙏🏻💖

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oc x canon is so superior idc idc it just is.  the creativity it involves is unmatched.  canon x canon is so easy like you already know how they exist around each other.  but oc x canon?  you are building that shit yourselves.  even better when the fandoms aren’t even related like you wild dog you’ve done it again! look at u go 

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Short little thing of when Malleus first met Silver

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⿻ ੈ‧₊˚ ( BLACK MOON ) pt. 1/?

It’s cold tonight.

Well, that made sense. The moon shone bright in the sky, looming like an eerie echo of something dark and disturbing — far more unsettling than anything one could touch or even recall, like the memories of memories that were now lost in the atmosphere. They said that spirits guarded the Sun and Moon. If you weren’t careful, the spirits would curse you brutally.

Well. Whatever. It’s not like any adult believed that anyway.

“Moonshine.”

A vision of darkness and guidance. Tsukishima glanced at Kuroo. Alien. Foreign. Someone like Kuroo was obviously an anomaly. Clad in a black suit, trenchcoat, and a vibrant red tie… the usual. Messy hair, ill suited to the rest of the general look.

“I thought I told you not to call me that.”

That was safer. People could be self-sufficient. Relying on others was to show weakness. It wasn’t smart to trust that others would be trustworthy. Kuroo certainly wasn’t.

“How hurtful, after all the help I’ve given you,” the dark man chided, stalking towards Tsukishima with a roguish smile that did not depict his true colors at all — and he had so many, colors that is. “You even came out all this way just for me, no?”

Yeah, why had Tsukishima decided to do that? It wasn’t like coming out here was worth it. There was no reason. Kuroo was annoying. He didn’t like Kuroo at all. There were no positive qualities to be found in him.

Sharp grey eyes watched his every move, analyzing what he’d do next. That was ok, because Tsukishima did the same.

“You helped me, which is why I have acknowledged your summons,” Tsukishima stated dryly, trying his best not to recall the strange episode that had started this whole meeting. “I mean, you’re not going to kill me.”

“I don’t kill people,” Kuroo stated, tone matter-of-fact, but also quite sincere — a complete change from just moments before. “Death isn’t something to make light of.”

“Good thing we’re meeting up at night.”

“If you think that’s remotely clever, you’d be wrong.”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, “I don’t see you coming up with something better.”

Kuroo ignored his quip and smoothly continued on. “Anyway, you humans do anything fun these days? I wouldn’t have a clue.”

“You know, for being one of the Dark Ones, I don’t feel like you’re very…”

“What, godly?” Kuroo laughs at him, and it’s this horrible screeching sound. It doesn’t match his general suave look at all. “What can I say? I’m just an old soul.”

Tsukishima balked at this reply. “What were you saying about me thinking I was remotely clever, again?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Make me.”

Kuroo laughed again. “That’s the spirit! This is far more entertaining than I thought it’d be. Come.”

Tsukishima took a step back instinctually. “Uh. No? Where are you taking me?”

“We could go wherever you want, but you’re not telling me where to go, so I’ll have to make all the decisions myself,” Kuroo sighed dramatically, long limbs taking him towards the blond haired man in an instant. “Come along!” And, without giving him time to protest, he dragged him by the arm, holding his wrist tightly to guide him to a place unknown.

Frankly, Tsukishima was elated.

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“Lets meet again someday in a dream” ⚔️

Day 2 Diasomnia illustration, its Silver’s turn!

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unfinished orv fic #2

it's really not the second but who's counting?

Joonghyuk had no idea if he was going to murder Kim Dokja or if he's going to murder him.

Ah, peace was never an option.

"Give me my phone back!" Dokja squeaked, limbs flailing as he tried to reach the phone that was in Joonghyuk's hand, far enough Kim Dokja could not reach.

"No."

Dokja's eyes got teary. "You don't understand! I need that!"

"You're just going to fawn over that fictional character like always," Joonghyuk snarled as he shoved his large hand in Dokja's face, effectively keeping him away in this fashion.

"The Secretive Plotter is amazing! He's so cool, and a lot better than you," Dokja yelled, furiously clawing in the air, hands and arms not long enough to get his mobile device. "Far more attractive."

Joonghyuk deadpanned, "He's just a blob of text on your screen." Was he really that unattractive? Everyone else seemed to think Joonghyuk was anything but ugly, however Dokja often said the opposite. It was ridiculous, that this one person was capable of burrowing underneath his skin in such an annoying manner. "Just words, nothing more."

Dokja looked offended. "He's more than just words, Joonghyuk! You wouldn't understand! He's a character! He's like a real person! You couldn't know. You don't love stories!"

It was true, Joonghyuk wasn't one for reading much. He found it too tiring and time consuming, which was hypocritical since he liked to game and that could easily take hours. "The Secretive Plotter sounds like an actual asshole," he muttered.

"You take that back!"

"You're not getting your phone back today. This is confiscated until further notice."

"You're not my parent nor the boss of me, give it!"

Joonghyuk stared sadly at the little child trying to crawl up his legs and arm, not amused in the slightest. "I might as well be, you fool," he seethed, keeping Kim Dokja at bay. "You have a smartphone addiction, which is unhealthy at your age. Go outside and breathe fresh air."

Kim Dokja screamed as if the words had literally burned him. "You... you suck!"

Yoo Joonghyuk was not paid enough to watch over this brat. "You tire me."

"I want my phone!"

"No."

Kim Dokja's eyes welled up with angry tears. Without saying another word, he stalked out of the living room into his bedroom, slamming the door shut. Had he been Joonghyuk's actual child, or sibling, he might have whacked him on the butt with a spatula or something similar, but Dokja was right. He was not his parent, and therefore, he simply sighed, setting the phone onto a high place where Dokja could not reach.

This hadn't been what he wanted.

The house phone rang, and he angrily picked up with a harsh, "What the fuck do you want?"

A calm voice over the phone sounded a bit scalded, and he nearly whacked himself on the head. "Is... is now a bad time to call?"

"Yes. I mean, no, not at all, Uriel. What do you need?"

"I just wanted to ask if you felt like coming out to lunch, but I guess that's out of the question —"

Joonghyuk would have normally said no, that he didn't want to go, that he should stay home with the little kid (brat), but he was tired. He just wanted a break. Still, he couldn't leave Kim Dokja. "Give me a few minutes."

"It was about time that you took that thing away, he's going to be blind before he's thirty if he keeps going like that," an acquaintance muttered.

"Michael!" Uriel cried, smacking him on the shoulder. "Little Dokja simply wants to be like other kids." Turning to Joonghyuk, she added, "Did you really have to take it away and ground him like that?"

"He's not grounded, I just took it because he was being..." Joonghyuk held his tongue before he said something he would regret later. Uriel might have looked innocent and unassuming, but that woman was terrifying. And, for reasons he didn't really understand, she seemed to adore Kim Dokja.

Sun Wukong laughed while Uriel looked ready to pommel the dark haired man into the ground. "Maknae is being difficult, eh? Well, he is at that age, you know. Children only think about two things."

"Relationships?" Uriel asked.

"Murder," Michael muttered, to which Gabriel smacked him on the head.

"Homicide?" The ABFD asked (no one could remember his name, not even ABFD himself, and he had gotten stuck with this stupid set of letters).

"How is that any different?!" Gabriel exclaimed.

Sun Wukong laughed nervously, tearing a hand through his golden hair. "I was going to say rebellion and getting older, but I suppose that all your suggestions do have merit."

Joonghyuk slammed his head into the table, not caring that he was getting looks. "I fucking hate kids."

Uriel gasped. "You love Yoo Mia, don't you?"

"She's my sister. I'm legally required to care for her. Kim Dokja, on the other hand, that stupid squid looking rude ass motherfucker," Joonghyuk snarled, but a new voice interrupted before he could finish what he had been planning to say.

"Kim Dokja is... what, exactly?"

The blood in Yoo Joonghyuk's body froze ice cold. The other adults at the table looked surprised, but Sun Wukong smiled broadly.

"Persephone! I knew you'd come."

He did? Joonghyuk would have to beat the crap out of that blond bastard later.

"Where is he? I thought I left him in your care, Yoo Joonghyuk."

He was going to die. He needed to bury himself out of this situation. He could dig up the ground with his spoon and make his way into the wild, never to be seen or heard from again. "About that..."

"Han Sooyoung is watching him, I don't really see what the problem is," Michael singsongs, looking every bit like a man Joonghyuk wanted to punch directly in the face. Uriel cast a worried glance for Joonghyuk as Persephone stiffened.

"Is this the sort of thing I pay you for?" she asked sweetly, tone barely masking the power and quite possible rage behind her voice.

He was screwed. Not even dying would save him now. "Uh..."

"Fortunately, I actually like Han Sooyoung a bit, so your life is not yet forfeit," Persephone went on seamlessly, and Yoo Joonghyuk resisted the urge to glare at her without restraint. She was playing with him, and he did not like it one bit. "But tell me, what has my adopted son done now?"

"He's being difficult."

Michael added, "He's just fawning over that dumb main character in his favorite novel."

Persephone's eyes glittered. "Ah, Ways To Survive in a Ruined World?"

Joonghyuk's eyes snapped to her, observing her with a strange look that was hard to describe. "You've read it?"

"Han Sooyoung has told me a bit about it. What's wrong with the novel? Don't you like it?"

There was something in her tone that made him feel uncomfortable. What was Han Sooyoung doing talking about Dokja's favorite novel with his adopted mom? "I haven't read it, nor do I feel like ever reading such garbage." He turned to look away. "It's rotting that pitiful child's brain."

Persephone laughed. "Oh, what I'd give for my husband to see the blindfold over your eyes right about now!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Joonghyuk asked, eyes narrowing dangerously.

She let out a tight giggle. "Maybe you should read the novel and see, Yoo Joonghyuk."

Uriel seemed to know what she was talking about. Blood spurted from her nose, and Gabriel shrieked in distress. Michael whined over the fact that their table was getting stares for everyone being so weird. ABFD sent a manic death glare towards the onlookers, and had Joonghyuk been less confused, he probably would have done the same.

"I don't like reading," he deadpanned.

Persephone simply smiled. It was very unsettling. "Oh, who knows? You might end up really understanding this story, though?"

He had a headache. He did not want to deal with this shit right now. "What do you mean by that?"

"It means, that you should read the novel!" Sun Wukong barked loudly, laughing like a dying eel.

Yoo Joonghyuk did not want to read the stupid novel. However, he would have been a liar if he did not admit that Persephone had piqued his curiosity. There was clearly something about the novel that was worth looking into — particularly Yoo Joonghyuk. Something was calling to him from beyond his mortal plane of understanding.

"I'm not reading it," he announced, rising from the table as he donned his jacket and rose to leave.

Uriel giggled. "See you later, Joonghyuk!"

Ways to Survive in a Ruined World.

Joonghyuk stared at his phone as if it would bite him at any second. What a dumb title. What a dumb story. The Secret Plotter hadn't even been introduced for more than one chapter, and Joonghyuk already wanted to punch him in his supposedly good looking face.

Truly, the character was quite punchable. Infuriating. Joonghyuk was now slightly concerned about Kim Dokja's taste in characters he favored. Surely this scumbag was too much like a thug or a punk for Kim Dokja to enjoy reading about him?

Apparently not. The Secret Plotter had been Dokja's favorite character for the past year. Solid.

He could only handle reading ten chapters in one sitting before deciding that was definitely enough for the week.

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Happy with how they all turned out!! ^^ Some good hearts boys <3

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wdym this isn't what happened.

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edgar allan poe bsd gradient icons !!

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why did I draw this 🧍🏿‍♀️

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yeah, i made this because... why not.

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anyway i just discovered sanekana and i’m obsessed