#Help idk how to tag these characters

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

Consider

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Thank you @doodlebugdrawz for these wonderful tags

[cloudedcreams]

thinking of a yandere! who you met in med school.

it’d never really been your dream to attend, but nonetheless you found yourself strolling through the halls with a disheartened look on your face. your parents were happy, which is all that mattered, and you leant against the wall with a sigh.

he saw you there, he walked past you and said nothing. you watched his figure trail past, the neatness of his hair from where it rested near his shoulders, the sound of his shoes scratching across the floor. there was nothing remarkable about him.

he was in a few of your classes. you caught him staring every so often but you figured he did that to everyone. for the first lesson, your teacher tasked you with a game of bingo that enabled you to talk to others, to find someone who matched the criteria, and he had barely wasted a second before joining your side.

“you’ve always wanted to work in the medical field?” he asked, his voice soft as his pen lingered near his page. you nodded your head and his eyebrow creased before he crossed the box off anyways.

he pointed towards your sheet, to where the words ‘has stayed overnight in a hospital’ were written and you scribbled lightly over the box.

“funny story actually. i’d been trying out different medicines but i didn’t think about the effect they’d all had.” he told you.

you stared at him for a moment, forcing a laugh to bubble up towards your throat. you could tell he was trying to keep the conversation going, but his story was disturbing if anything. you thought him fitting into the story, forcing himself to gag on different tablets as his hands shook and bile ran past his lips.

a few moments after, he seemed bored by your lack of commentary and left.

it (sadly) wasn’t your last time seeing him. he didn’t seem to care much for talking with you after that, but he hadn’t lost interest in you either.

you wondered what part of you it was that seemed to interest him. you hoped to be rid of it soon, to stop having the feel his eyes peering at you as you took out the simplest tasks. he was the type to watch you struggle, to see things fall out of your hands and watch as you scrambled to get them rather than to help.

“you’re losing sleep.” he told you once, placing a small bottle upon your desk.

“here. it helps me to fall asleep when i can’t stop thinking about…” he eyes trailed over you. you awkwardly decided to stare at the pause in his lips before looking back at his face as he found his words again.

“homework.” he completed. he picked the bottle again to do a small juggle with them before tossing them into your hands and walking away. you inspected the bottle, shaking them to find they were filled with pills, sleep pills, but found a small number scribbled onto the back.

you threw it away without a care. you felt his eyes staring at you as you did so, turning around an offering him a smile before taking your seat again.

he felt his eyes curling up into a smile once you’d turned away to finish you work. there was a blush rising to his face as he looked over at your hunched up form, the pen twirling in your hand. you were so cute. he had soo much planned for you.

[biblically-accurate-dca]

painting test with a limited color palette

here's the moon equivalent!

[wtf-edd]

is this a safe place to say i think tord was cooler before legacy

(just some general physical hcs this doesnt actually have much to do w pre/post legacy lol)

[anonymouscheeses]

At first i was jst supposed to find a hairstyle for Anxiety cz i had no idea how to draw it... still dont.. and then it turned into an entire redesign so idk 😭 (i dont have any problems wiht og deisyns i jst wnated to ahve fun)

Jumpscare! /j soo i made an au... cz im hyperfixating hard on inside out 2 rn... and im fixated on Riley cz sshes meeee 😭 and Val cz she's so chill i wnat to be rriends with her tbh

(Tell me if this is like- a shipping no-no cz im not sure what the fandom is like for shipping the adult vers of them 😔🫶)

[kokoasci]

1-2 hour color experiments ive drawn the last few days please ignore the fact that i do not have an artstyle

[bash-my-brains-in]

Chat I’ve just realized that I never seen a 100% straight Slimecicle character.

Like not even maybe straight, with a cis man dating a cis woman. The closest I can think of that Slime has ever gotten was with Peter from jrwi apotheosis, since Rumi was a character that, while technically unlabeled, used all pronouns meaning they could theoretically be a woman. But because of that thought process Peter would also be gay because Rumi was also kinda a man as well. So even if we’re generous, Peter would still be bi/pan, so not straight.

And like maybe qsmp because Mariana’s/character used she/him pronouns, but that isn’t really ‘canon’ so to speak, plus same issue as Peter. Also, the only women at the island for a long time was an aroace woman, and when more woman finally came they were uninterested in men because they didn’t want to date or because they just straight up weren’t into men. That made it so any relationships that happened had to be gay by default. Plus there was the whole bunny suit thing, and with Slime constantly flirting with Cellbit during purgatory, and Philza a bit too, and the fact that he never once flirted with a woman the entire time he was in purgatory/the island, safe to say q!Slime is off the possible straight checklist.

“But what about characters like Charlie’s backrooms videos?!” I hear the naysayers question, “Or Genloss Slimecicle? What about the characters that didn’t interact with anybody or formed no romantic relationships at all?” they cry out. Well dear reader, I have the perfect argument to an inquiry like this! An argument so airtight, that they’ll have no choice but to admit defeat!

They could be straight I guess, but like, using that same logic, they could also be the biggest boy kissers on the block, so like unless Charlie comes out and says without a doubt that they’re 100% straight, we’ll just have to assume they’re unlabeled…so my point still stands either way…

Even characters that don’t get much attention in the fandom overall, (and they really should) like Xiv aren’t because they fall under the Rumi category, gender identity makes it so they can’t be ‘properly’ straight no matter who they date. Hell, even his npcs are gay as fuck, like just look at Edward Twilight from The Suckening.

Overall, Charlie, we know you said your straight but if you wanna make an announcement we won’t judge you../j

No but seriously shoutout to Charlie for being able to depict multiple lgbtq+ characters so well and treat their sexualities and gender identities as another thing about them and with proper respect, especially considering he doesn’t identify with any of them.

[sugusoko]

i think i had the wrong takeaway from wl 2

chu !

[thebesttransmf]

IM ALIVEEE I SWEAR and watching your asks!!:D thank you all for the love and I see all the requests!! I'll get to them when I have some inspiration sometime

This was supposed 2 be a redesign of her but I got lazy so its her basic shit. I have nothing else to post bruhhh Im so lazy and busy to make anything but I wanna add more layers to her design so she doesnt look as much like a pinup

[prottxv]

your art is so wonderful!! :3 for the request, could i ask for jason todd with a cat?

Ty!🙏💜 Also he is def more of a dog person for sure

[wren-kitchens]

i can’t find the words

1492 words

the infirmary is silent, save for the raspy breathing of its only inhabitant. it took a long while for him to ignore the pain enough to drift off, but I doubt his dreams are being particularly kind to him; getting tortured does that to a guy. apollo left after he was certain he had done all he could, and is currently resting. if you think harming a god like that takes a lot of power, healing a god tends to take twice that much —you can’t pour from an empty oinochoe, as they say, and if poseidon's sorry state is anything to go by, he'll be needed again pretty soon. 

okay this one is pretty much entirely based on @neal-illustrator's famtheon hkfdj this is also partly inspired by luke Sobbing in the live-streamed watchthrough of the ithica saga songs

have some zeus & poseidon hurt/comfort 👍 a part 2 to this!

cw: mentions of torture and injury!

the infirmary is silent, save for the raspy breathing of its only inhabitant. it took a long while for him to ignore the pain enough to drift off, but I doubt his dreams are being particularly kind to him; getting tortured does that to a guy. apollo left after he was certain he had done all he could, and is currently resting. if you think harming a god like that takes a lot of power, healing a god tends to take twice that much —you can’t pour from an empty oinochoe, as they say, and if poseidon's sorry state is anything to go by, he'll be needed again pretty soon. 

of course, all of olympus has heard the news—courtesy of hermes, to no one's surprise—and yet even the trickster god himself has not set foot in the healing chambers. if you ask me (and really, who else is there to ask?), they’re all rather frightened. not of poseidon himself, or the injuries, but of what the two combined represent: if the god of the ocean, all-powerful and second strongest deity in all the land, can be taken down by a mere mortal.. what does that say for the rest of them? 

no one other than I actually dare to voice this sentiment, but it hangs heavy in the air near the silent infirmary. the area is usually less bustling, due to its solemn nature, but athena's brief visit after her.. little spat with zeus brought flocks of siblings and uncles and cousins to simper and sympathise and bring flowers of every kind. after all, a god wounding another is hardly an uncommon sight—and not even remotely cause for concern. now, poseidon's chamber remains empty of any signs of life other than the god himself in the bed, and smears of golden ichor on the bedsheets from what his bandages could not contain. a grim sight indeed.

although- I tell a lie. for the first time since poseidon arrived, someone other than apollo enters the chamber—uncharacteristically hesitant, almost walking back out as they feel the crushing silence in the place. the god carries an almost amusingly small flower when compared to their size, but the expression on their face erases any hilarity the situation may have created. after all, it's one thing to hear the god of the ocean was struck down by a mortal—it's another matter entirely to see your elder brother near-lifeless after being tortured with his own weapon. 

the fact that his brother remains asleep is both a source of anxiety and relief for zeus. it's not news to anyone that the king of gods does not like to show weakness, let alone affection, and poseidon's lack of consciousness combined with the rest of the pantheon's aversion to the infirmary allows for him to act unobserved (of course, they are not entirely unobserved, but they are unaware of my existence, dear reader). on the other hand.. the empty look on the sleeping ocean god's face, accompanied by the ichor-stained bandages across his torso and eye brings a mortifying dread to zeus' heart that he would vehemently deny ever experiencing, even to himself.

poseidon stirs, muttering something inaudible, and zeus practically freezes in place. he makes to turn over, and immediately groans in pain, startling awake. it takes a second for him to regain his bearings, but when he does, he practically stares at zeus, visibly surprised. momentarily, the brothers gape at one another, both feeling somewhat caught out, before finally, zeus speaks. 

"I- brother!" he says, making an attempt at his usual bravado and falling ever so slightly short. "I see you are- making a speedy recovery?"

blinking back sleep and lasting confusion, poseidon clears his throat- and suppresses a wince as his wounds protest. "yes, I- apollo has been doing.. good work."

"I can see." zeus tries for a confident smile. it doesn't quite reach his eyes as it typically does. "that- the colour of your skin is.. coming back, I believe."  

"oh." poseidon raises a hand, glancing at the back of it. "I suppose- yes, it is." he looks back at zeus. "brother.. what are you doing here?"

zeus scoffs. "what- I cannot visit you when you are ill?" he says, hoping he sounds more flippant than he suspects he does. "am I not typically kind?"

poseidon decides not to answer the second question. "it's simply out of the ordinary for you." he says cautiously, on instinct. "besides, do you see another soul here?"

"you need rest!" zeus says, as if it was meant to be obvious. "it would be rude to interrupt-"

"zeus," poseidon says, and zeus stops in his tracks. "why are you here?" 

zeus opens his mouth to say something along the lines of 'it's my duty', or 'do you think me so heartless?', but nothing of the sort comes out. in fact- nothing comes out at all, to both his and poseidon's surprise, other than a painfully quiet exhale, containing far more emotion than he ever wants to express in his life again. something shifts in poseidon's expression, as if he understood what that meant, and zeus is about to blast them both into ash when poseidon reaches a hand out. 

"brother, I will be fine." he says, and it suddenly occurs to zeus that he's offering to hold his hand. without his say, zeus' eyes dart to poseidon's amputated arm, something seizing in his chest in a way that has not occurred in centuries. "if kro-"

"I know." zeus says before poseidon can continue, like he can dispel the realisations from the two of them if he just talks loud enough. "you shall make a full recovery. apollo is an excellent healer- he is my son, of course." 

"yes." poseidon says, dropping his hand. zeus can’t help but feel as if he’s lost something. "but I will not let that mortal wipe me off this earth." he says, with a bite of malice in his words that suggest he’s being a little more truthful than he probably should be. "I will not give him the satisfaction." he looks at zeus. "just as I did not give our grandfather the satisfaction. I have dealt with worse."

"must you-" zeus starts with the intention of criticising his brother, when his voice fails him as it has never done before. "must you say that?"

poseidon gives a little smile. "brother, it has been millennia. you cannot fault me-"

"you did not have to watch." zeus hates this—the way his voice betrays him, the sympathy in poseidon's eyes, the memories his injuries bring to the surface of his mind. hating it does not make it disappear, no matter how much he wished it would. "both times- I had to watch. I cannot- I will not let you leave once again."

poseidon raises his hand, and this time zeus does not hesitate in taking it, desperately trying to convince himself it is for poseidon's comfort, rather than his own. "I have no intentions of leaving. you are king of the gods."

"in which case, I order you to remain." zeus says, and he feels just as he did all those years ago—playing make believe with his brother, imagining what life would be like if they were on top. "you cannot disobey a royal order."

"I would not dare." poseidon says in that mock solemn voice zeus remembers all too well. he finds that his throat is suddenly tight at the memory. "the all-powerful zeus could strike me down if he so wish-"

zeus decides not to remember what he does next. he does not recall how he ended up with his arms around his brother, nor does he recall blaming the dampness on his face on poseidon's hair. he most certainly has no memory of the way poseidon's embrace felt so painfully similar to how it used to, and it'd be impossible to say if his brother muttered comforting words into zeus' hair as he once did. 

poseidon remembers, though. the gentleness that was so clearly out of zeus' nature as he did his best to avoid upsetting his tender wounds, the familiarity of his brother in arms mixed with how bizarre it felt to be equal in size after centuries of memories of his baby brother. he remembers feeling silently grateful for zeus' sobs masking his own, for odysseus—somehow—landing them both in this situation, and he certainly will not forget the whispered 'I think I missed this,' for a thousand lifetimes. 

[scribble-kitti]

i started rewatching the dragon prince in anticipation for the new season next month and suddenly i have my own characters lol. I really just wanted to design a couple elves based on the different primal sources so i started with the stars, moon and sky <3 also messy terry and lujanne doodles, they are some of my favorite side characters

idk if yall will ever see them again but go watch the dragon prince cause it's really fun and i love all the characters sm 💜💜💜💜 Also remember to stay hydrated, especially if you're somewhere hot!!!!

[ra-vio]

this blog is 11 years old now 🎉

I drew the siblings ever to celebrate as usual

[mammomlette]

Day 4 of my obey me advent calendar is snowmen and Levi!! I also realised I didn’t do any starry sky prompt in my list, so I’m probably going to compensate that by having it be the bg of a few things lolll

Originally, he was gonna be ‘Christmas music’ and Asmo was gonna be snowmen, but I realised I didn’t actually know how to make Levi do Christmas music? How do I portray that? So gave him in the fugliest colour scheme ever making a ruri hana snowman with mc making a snowsheep

He hath stolen MCs bow so they have scarf

[bluesaltyseas]

PRESSURE ONESHOT [Sebastian X Reader] [Pre-Canon/No UrbanShade] [PART 1]

[Part 1/2, wrote too much] [Part 2 here]

Today wasn't your day.

You woke up too early for your liking, having spent the night before studying for a couple of exams. Luckily, it was a friday, and these were the last exams for the semester. You just had to get done with these last exams, go back home and use this weekend to rest.

But it all went so wrong. The weather didn't help your irritable mood, a storm forcing you to carry an umbrella around that did little to keep you dry. You had arrived early for the exam on purpose, so you could use that time to study some more before it, but it felt impossible to do so. Nothing of what you read seemed to stay in your brain, too fried to even try. And during the exams, you just felt immense stress, feeling like you were doing it all wrong.

By the time you finished with the exams, it was the middle of the day, the storm having ceased momentarily. You were anxious, angry, sad, unsure if you'd even pass the exams. You were also incredibly tired, the hunger that gnawed at you after not having eaten since the day before only making it worse. You just wanted to reach your apartment and throw yourself into bed, sleep through the weekend...

"Hey!" You heard a familiar voice in the distance, raising your gaze from the floor and looking forward, before glancing behind you in search of the voice.

And there he was, Sebastian. Your boyfriend. You stopped in your steps, slowly turning around to face him, giving him a weak wave. You thought he'd be in the apartment, having had an exam too earlier that day, thinking he would've gone home as soon as he was done.

When you noticed him, his steps quickened, a light bounce in them as he approached you. Opposite to your mood, he seemed happy, a wide smile on his face, his eyes twinkling slightly. You could see that he kept his hands behind him, his hair a bit messy from the wind, wearing his usual baggy jeans and band t-shirt. It was endearing.

When he finally reached you, a light blush appeared on his cheeks, his smile softening, a sight you were accustomed to. "Hi, mi amor. How are you feeling?" He asked with the gentlest of voices, carrying that softness he always had when it came to you. "You look tired." He added, worry clear in his gaze. "Did the exams go well?"

You sighed, shaking your head no, momentarily closing your eyes as you took a deep breath, before opening them again to look at him. "I... Am tired, I guess." You quietly spoke, not really going into detail. You never were one to really open up, even to him, and it was clear it bothered him as his shoulders slumped.

"Well, I got you something to cheer you up..." He continued as he moved his hands from behind his back, revealing a gift bag he was holding. He held it out to you, his smile slightly shaking and his face taking on a redder shade. It was a sight for sure. Here was your boyfriend, having come to find you at the campus only to give you this gift.

With a tired but gentle smile, you took the bag from his hands, taking a look at the contents inside. Inside, there were a mix of your favorite snacks, a t-shirt you had been eyeing for a while but didn't buy to 'not waste money', and a cuddly plush of a cat.

Despite your exhaustion and irritated mood, you couldn't help but giggle at what you saw, your eyes lighting up softly. Looking back up at him, you could see the embarrassment painted in his face, glancing away from you as soon as your gazes met.

"So... You like it?" He spoke quietly, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Thought you'd like a little something after the tiring week you've had." He continued, shyness clear in his voice.

His eyes quickly widened in surprise as you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him, hesitating for a moment before he wrapped his own around you. He gently rubbed up and down your back, a shiver travelling down his back as he felt your breath brush against his neck.

He softly patted you on your lower back before letting you go, a shy but genuine smile on his face. "I suppose that's a yes then?" He let out a sigh of relief as you happily nodded your head yes, your mood having clearly improved.

You glanced inside the bag once more with a smile, before being interrupted by Sebastian's touch on your arm, wrapping his hand around your shoulder. "Come on, let's get going before it starts raining again." He softly spoke, giving you a slight push to start walking.

You quickly obliged with a nod, closing the bag and starting to walk along the college path to the street. Sebastian followed right next to you, his hand falling from your shoulder and his finger tentatively brushing against your hand. It was endearing how shy he still was with you after all this time, and you had no problem to be the one to take the lead.

Taking the hint with a playful glance at him, you took his hand with your free one and gently held it. Your day had clearly improved already, the worry about your previous exams almost gone by now. His hand felt warm and comforting, his presence calming and healing, and the thoughtful gift...

Was there someone better than him in the world? You doubted it, believing you somehow managed to take the best man to exist all for yourself.

[pamela-lntt]

Today I offer Malevolent doodles, tomorrow who knows!

The first two doodles happened while I was relistening to s2 and got sad over Faroe and Lily

and the last two doodles happened while listening to intermezzo for the second time today because holy shit

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