#but***

[m1zisua]

every day i feel blessed that vivinos didnt follow through with the second draft of ivantills relationship

[lizards-are-great]

picture this: Andrew and Neil doing Halloween as aziraphale and crowley by no means does it work but that’s the point isn’t it

[wildwizardcreation]

head in my hands i have SO MANY ideas for a hermitcraft street racing au but that means i'd have to figure out how to draw cars :((((

[dio-the-thot-exterminator]

I will be tagging everything as “ chaos theory spoilers “ okieee

[loser-user-noaccuser]

Might art later idk

[goldengrecha]

That's all I have for you today guys.

[almalvo]

Important Notice

I have uploaded what is the last main batch of art I was able to do on the side with what little time I had available amidst com work and studies.

Exams are coming up fast so I will be pretty much on break from art for about the next 4 weeks, meaning I will be relatively silent on social media (except maybe randomly once in a while, sparsely however and maybe some rare streams on twitch) until the end of June.

After June, I will resume normal regular uploads and streams.

Also.

I know my art is extremely niche in what I am drawing right now, but fr it is some of the most fun I have had in a long while with art, au/headcanon lore I have been sucked into, and just general creation.

Though I know unfortunately very, very, few people will care for, let alone enjoy, my current art, I hope it finds those who are interested in it well.

See ya'll later.

✌

[giamee]

patiently waiting for 4.8 leaks that aren't about emilie to know if there will be a wriothesley and/or navia rerun 🙂

[ali-li]

It’s my birthday!!! Was. Yesterday

[astrxlfinale]

Sickle sharp fingers encircle the Trailblazer's throat; gentle despite the ever-looming threat of accidentally splitting skin should one move even an inch.

A soft humming fills the air. Quiet, persistent, thrumming beneath flesh and bone in a comforting rhythm. It spills over, covering the fabric of life and forms anew, teaching one's heart how to beat to it's pace.

Yaoshi's mouth stings with a numbing coldness when they touched theirs with Caelus, soon taking on their warmth. Yet there is an undeniable sweetness that poured through the tenderness of their touch. From parted lips spilled vitality and strength. Reknitting muscle, mending broken bones and soothing aches.

The blessings of an Aeon burns most pleasantly on the way down.

Once again did all of reality burn away. The mortal plane giving way to a plateau to the beyond, leading to Caelus's frame ascending from a measure of Enigmata's haze and the grand collectives of stardust. THEIR gaze has once again found him, eternal affection for those who spill the essence of life through blood and shattered born.

It was a time of weakness, and even then, Abundance holds a vigil will to never let that essence fully fade.

Caelus's weary eyes were now honed upon a divinity of this land's highest caliber. Every bountiful harvest, every miracle of life, each hellish moment where the cold laws of nature met unbridled spirit.. All of it coalesced to the view of a chilling beauty. The resonant beat of his heart serves as a clock, this primal realm of the Aeons being a new timezone entirely.

Even as those bladed nails carefully drew around the scope of the Trailblazer's fragility, he didn't move, having nothing to truly offer other than the abnormal scale of Agonies endured. A fierce mixture of emotion swells within Caelus as Aeon Yaoshi draws him into THEIR gravity, leading to a moment that blurred companionship, intimacy and earnest assistance. Language felt like an outdated model to begin trying to describe this very experience.

"You.." Yet the humane aspect of this mortal tries regardless.

Underneath THEIR verdant crown of antlers, where the magpie feathers come to roast underneath the vigil warmth of their gaze, another covenant would find itself drawn. For it'd be a piercing chill that shoots through his lips as those scarlet eyes drew closer, as Yaoshi's divine lips would soon drink from his life's song in the form of a kiss. It causes an abrupt tension in his body, the toiling chaos of cold death and hot life, somehow the image of Endings was altered through the Ultimate Vitality as a blooming sweetness cascades such a serene feeling through him.

Agonies were devoured by THEIR tongue, and he could feel the gathered pain made within reality wail in a screeching note, the life of Destruction being dismantled and transformed into new life, restoring the Trailblazer in ways that led to his heart pounding uncontrollably within his chest. Pleasure, bliss, the peace of a comfortable future all of it dances. This would be a second kiss, and in truth, being under such a powerful cowl of life had Caelus's mind lost within the haze of proudly declaring his strength to all of existence.

LIFE would not be burned from his flesh and bone. Euphoria would cast him into its ocean.

In the end, what Yaoshi would find is a response as the connecting vein of Life leads to him actually moving. For him to tenderly cup THEIR face with his hands, for those once listless gold eyes to be reignited, an immolating storm of passion weaving intent and purpose within his touch. THEY didn't feel anything close to human, and instead, daring to touch them felt as if every existence was welcoming him into a personal Garden of Eden.

Yet Caelus advances, claiming THEIR lips for another selfish second longer with measured roughness. He'd proudly embody the lost path of an Aeon that taken him upon the Express, to become the variable that Yaoshi's Primum Mobile tries so hard to skim past. Even as the pleasurable rush cascades like wildfire within his being, letting his breathing hitch and for his face to be rushed in a sense of fluster due to his boiling blood.

He'd dare to keep this bridge, for losing it likely meant that the Natural Laws would attempt bringing him down to becoming precious nutrients himself.

Emerald light would begin to vivaciously spill from his body at a growing volume, altering the shade of this divine realm with an Earthly hue.

This would be their shared proof.

@grislyintentions

[yuradethx]

u know what could fix me. Minthara

[spoopdeedoop]

WAIT ARE YOU BRITISH?!?!??

(Emergency Response automated voice: “no context will be provided for this statement.”)

im an asian-european australian immigrant. sunglasses emoji

[linogram]

yaoyao died during arlecchinos fight 2nd phase, so naturally i revived her and just had her heal herself as i frantically dodged all the attacks

[angelnumber27]

Thank god for benzos im cool now smokin a bowl listening to music that doesn’t make me want to die more, life is good

[trixiussy]

We, women, are less emotionally stunted in the sense that we are allowed to express a wide enough range of emotions that we may express feelings besides anger and not be met with acceptance but at least assume our response is expected.

But anger is not a "Man" emotion, or a bad emotion., and yet it is one we are not allowed. Especially for anybody not white. It is an emotion that typically crops up when we feel we have been wronged, and are experiencing a moment of injustice or at least a perceived slight.

There is a reason much of the, baby first steps, tier feminism means helping to get women comfortable with experiencing and expressing anger. Anger is an emotion that spurs one to action. Not the only emotion relevant to activism, but it is at least the spark plug that starts the car. It is one of two emotions that can move you to fight.

Women, the Madonna, must be; docile, servile, subservient, gentle, sweet, innocent, precious, vulnerable, fertile, seen and not heard, and dutiful. That is the role patriarchy demands of anyone who dares be attractive to Men. Anything outside of this is decidedly "not a Woman," and you will be told as much in the street if you have the gall to be caught outside stepping out of form.

Anger does not fit anywhere into that, an angry Woman is an oxymoron. Those are called witch, bitch/black/hard r, slut, Whore, liberal, feminist in the 2010s, and "woke."

Most of us, whether you started your childhood as a little girl or a little boy, before you became a woman have stories more graphic than name calling. I've omitted the ones I can remember of my own for the sake of levity.

Gender is Patriarchy, and it is beaten into us(link).

[lyss-sketchbox]

average artist fear: da mechs

Me when i have to draw mechs to make the silly brainrot real