#I don't know what I'm doing

[cattnipt]

Fucked up looking dog you got there

[paledreamerglitter]

[shirofairy]

Baby Malleus // Baby Yuu

[bluedovee]

Bad Sansuary Day 8 Boxed In ft. Dust

[n0v4t33z]

The Syndicate: Masterlist

Pairings: Choi San X Female Reader, Park Seonghwa X Female Reader, Ateez X Female Reader, Bangchan X Female Reader

Summary: Y/N is a Detective with a promising future in the police department until she's kidnapped by the infamous mafia boss Choi San and from him, she learns the dark secrets her superior has been hiding the whole time so she teams up with him in order to put a stop to it.

Genre: Lots of angst, Romance, Crime Fiction, Psychological Drama

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Language, Graphic Violence, Mentions of Illegal activities (i.e Kidnapping, extortion, assassination etc.) y/n gets roughed up by Wooyoung like twice, Slow Burn, Fluff sometimes, Work In Progress, Non-Idol AU, Mafia AU, Very suggestive at times, y/n cries alot, y/n having inner turmoil, Ateez being bad boys, Guns, Gunshot wounds, Assassination attempt(s), I'll update tags as the story progresses

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✨Work in progress! Chapters below cut✨

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Chapters:

Chapter 1 - Misfortune of a Prodigy

Chapter 2 - The Traitor

Chapter 3 - Soft Hearted Criminal

Chapter 4 - Becoming The Ashes

Chapter 5 - A Last Goodbye?

Chapter 6 - Un-Killable

Chapter 7 - The Confession

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Author's Note 💌 : Will update as chapters are done, also if you would like to be tagged for this series just leave me a comment or DM me!

[luminlunii]

Could you draw a modern Lackadaisy au Ivy Pepper please??? And thank you!😸

Genuinely, I don't think she would have the ends of her hair blunt. But she would keep it short.

[sikacangijo]

I have no idea if this looks good or bad

I'm finally find perfect pose for them

I don't know where this idea came from. when I was drawing my brain just like "hey, let's draw VH Charles and R Henry blowing bubbles with absolutely no reason!"

VH Charles: "So that's how me and my Henry became best friends!"

R Henry: "That sounds nice."

VH Charles: "I know, right!"

VH Charles: "Ah, good memories...you know, once there was a bullet stuck in my torso."

R Henry: "......What?"

VH Charles: "What?"

[hyperfixiation-station]

oh those omegaverse ideas are so good. personally i have the thought of, like, medic reader sort of shyly gives ghost a leash and he picks out a collar for reader to wear in return. they'll walk around on base together with ghost always holding it loosely in his hand, both happy as clams

ASDFGHJK YESSSS

I'm sorry, I have never written leash/collar stuff so I hope I didn't disappoint :)

And, as always, not proof read sk lmk abt any errors

The leash scared him. It signified something permanent, something so much more than just helping you through your monthly heathe does so much more but won't admit to it

At least that what he said when you asked him why he was growling.

He was scared, actually, because he thought the leash was meant for someone else. Dont ask him why, he cant tell you he cant imagine being wanted like that He didn't even notice he was growling until you looked at him funny. To his suprise, instead of hiding it, you come over to him, leash in hand. He can smell the fear on you as you present him with the leash, cheeks flushed and eyes trained on the ground as you hold out the little black rope(?), decorated with skulls and band-aids.

Oh gods, the things he'd do to you if he didn't have to leave in 5 minutes. Which brings him back to why he came to see in the first place. He says his goodbyes, kisses you a little rougher than he should have, and pockets the leash before sprinting out the door to make it to the transport on time.

A week later and Soap is begging him to "just pick one already!" He's been dragging his comrade from store to store for over 3 hours trying to find the perfect collar for you. It won't be as special as the leash, the leash that he'd come to realized you had made him with your own two hands, but he could at least put thought into it.

Two stores and another hour later, he finally finds it. He's still wishes he knew how to make you a collar, but the pretty little thing he's picked out for you is satisfactory enough, or so he hopes. Soap nearly sobs with relief as the head back to the safe house, the collar all wrapped up nice and pretty with a bow on top.

He decides that the agony of shopping with his Lt was worth it when he see you and Ghost the next day. Your smile is blinding, and his Lt looks happier than he's ever seen. Yeah, it was worth wasting half a day in Italy to see that look on his best friends face.

[carionto]

Wisdom is to seek the experienced

Your typical dimly lit bar, closing hours. Few folk still remain, fewer still conscious. The door chimes to a sprightly young man, though his eyes echo decades of witnessing the grim reality. He orders a beer, sits down next to a passed out man in his late 50s, hand still gripping his last shot glass.

The young man prods the old guy awake.

"Tell me, what do you know about Old Man Henderson?"

"What? That's an urban myth. A fairy tale. Ain't no such person ever existed. Scram, kid."

"We believe the contrary. Correction. We don't believe anything. We know he is real."

"That story is over a thousand years old. Wouldn't be the first time some fools mistake a work of fiction from three apocalypses ago as fact."

"There's more to it than that. We know that you are connected."

At this moment, the young man takes out a small binder of documents and splays it in front of the old guy. Images of excavations of an old town hall. Unidentified dirt and ash samples. A heavily damaged pilot's license. Used cigarette butts.

And a list of names, dates of birth and death, addresses throughout their life, occupations, relatives. Seemingly, no connection. And at the end of the list a Mr J. Drenshaw - the old guy.

"We know you know these people, all of them. Ever since the incident Old Man Henderson was involved in, there has been an unbroken chain of people who studied and learned everything about him and what occurred. And you did your best to erase everything from all records but your own.

Well, the one thing the first to whom this knowledge was passed on to did not do was to cremate their mentor. Instead, they received a burial at sea. Somewhere in the middle of the Pacific from a plane. Forever lost to the world, beneath endless waters and unknown beasts of below.

Or, so it would have remained, had it not been for that little explosion that has doomed our world. Among the debris the OCC cleared was a tiny, damaged microfilm. Unable to restore its contents at the time, it was stored alongside the innumerable relics recovered from the disaster, and promptly forgotten about.

Until my superiors learned of something... odd, and we got to work searching for the loosest of ends. The rest is technical details. In short - you, Mr Drenshaw, have known about the reality of the Old Ones ever since your mentor exposed you to this secretive knowledge you've been safekeeping for the last twenty eight generations. It is no longer your exclusive club.

We need your help understanding what Cthulu is, what it wants, what it can do, and most importantly - what we can do about it."

After a long pause, J. Drenshaw looked at his empty shot glass, at the young man, to the floor, and sighed.

"The reason we kept it from everyone is because you can't do anything about a being like that. That's the point."

"Old Man Henderson did do something about it."

"He was a nutjob. One of a kind."

"Still just human."

"Bah. It wasn't even the full might of anything Greater."

"Even a fraction was still a part of it. We can expand upon that."

"What do I even get out of this? Cuz I'm telling you, it doesn't matter how many Supernovas you throw at Cthulu. The material realm doesn't bother them in the least."

"It doesn't have to be a hostile relationship. Our experiences with the Galactic Coalition, despite a rocky start, show we can communicate with anyone."

"Aliens and Old Ones are not comparable. Can an ant negotiate with the Moon? That's a bullshit idea and you know it."

"We found an individual who contradicts your belief."

At this statement, the young man shows Mr Drenshaw a picture of a young woman, barely out of her teens, but even through a simple image Drenshaw can see in her eyes there is... knowing.

"Okay? That your girlfriend? Good for you."

"That is Cintra Valkeim. Though it proved difficult to ascertain, we believe she made contact with Cthulu."

"Thought you didn't believe in anything. Couldn't get her to confess?"

"We're still working on the specifics, but we do know she died several times. Either by negligence or lack of interest in us 'nothings', her resurrections left marks on the cellular level."

"Nothings..." Drenshaw slowly repeated the word, as if something finally clicked.

"That is how They view us, yes?"

Mr Drenshaw finally looked back at the young man, took a deep breath and simply said:

"Yea...

Fine. I'll talk to this Cintra. Alone. After that I'll decide if it's worth a bother to help you lot."

"Those are agreeable terms. Shall I take you to her now or...?"

"Fuck no. I got a raging headache and I need a nap. Just cuz you got my curiosity don't mean this hangover is suddenly gone. Leave your number, I'll call you in a few days. Gonna do my own investigation."

"Understandable. Here are my contacts."

Mr Drenshaw takes the card, looks at it, and bemusedly puts it away.

"Fuckin' hell. Bunch of jokers you are. Alright, I'll be sure to ring you up, Mr 'John Smith'. Now get outta here, you've ruined my nap long enough.

HEY, BARKEEP! GET ME SOMETHING THAT'LL KNOCK ME RIGHT BACK TO SLEEP!"

[chiiyozakki]

-- you can do it, alatus! --

n: inspired by kids that fly's "kiss her you fool"

🍃 xiao x reader

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his face is indescribable, and one surely can't make out what he's feeling just by the look on his face; not like you can refer to his words to piece together what's on his mind either.

you ponder on what he's thinking as you sat in front of him, with a single platter of almond tofu waiting on the table.

unbeknownst to you, who remains unaware of his feelings, he's fighting the urge to plant a kiss on your lips.

"kiss her already!"

"just do it!"

"kiss her, you fool!"

xiao's mind is racing with thoughts of just leaning in and kissing you right then and there.

easier said than done, it seems.

but somehow, he musters up the courage to do it.

"look here", he mutters.

your gaze shifts to him, and you could swear to morax and all the archons that his face was a deep shade of crimson.

"are you okay?" you ask out of concern. is he sick? why is his face red?

without a word, he finally leans in and...

poof! you just became general alatus' first kiss.

[ignivv]

She turned out so whimsy 😳

I was inspired by the byzantine portrait of Justinian the Great!!

Also dndads art is coming soon!!!

[charlesoberonn]

Reader: I love the story so far! Can't wait to see where it's going!

Me:

[karnaca78]

Drawing The Character™ is good stress-relief.

[theactualsunshinechild]

Just accidentally rolled around my faves in my head a little too much and came up with a new funny little rare pair to be strangely invested in.

Hear me out: I need to put Aventurine and Sampo in a room together.

Scam Artist x Salesman kind of relationship where they're both constantly running a low key con/sales pitch on the other over any and every little thing and they both know it, but it's more fun and challenging that way.

Also I need Sampo to cheat at cards and drive Aventurine insane with it.

Aventurine wants to talk this loser into a loan and Sampo pickpockets his sunglasses and tries to sell them back to him. Aventurine does, in fact, buy them back, knowing full well what he's doing, all to get a foot in the door.

Aventurine doesn't make losing bets and Sampo always gets away scot free, so it's Schrodinger's Win.

A cat and mouse chase with two cats.

Do you see my vision here?

[romanomen]

My friend got me a new sketchbook (late secret Santa gift) and I've already infected it

I promise to do actual digital art again soon 👽

I've just been going through Clef brainrot for the past few days

[dreammyhusband]

⧼⧼🎀⧽⧽ I don't know- I like rare ships :D