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How could Theresa just... die... so easily?!

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Jelsie Week 2021

Day 5 - Star Crossed

I decided to finally drew Elsie wearing her Foresta outfit again, since it’s once of my favorite outfits of her 🥰 Sorry if I’m a bit late I been drawing this the whole day since I haven’t sketch day 5-6 lol 😅

[hellish-sinner]

I'm exhausted after, but here's all my cuphead ocs!!

Left To Right:

Lady Black

Anna Hellis

Blossom

Tally Trashcan

Missi Werman

Celosia Hellfire

Slate Morpho

Jug

Carmen Candle

Bonnie Honeybottoms

Squirm

Benji

Elci Easel

Norman Bullets

Buttons

Feel free to ask about any of em!

[littlegranbell]

Shiki'll have to pass on this one []:

[jellberry]

✧ ✯ Elcy Crimson ✯ ✧

@la-saffron​ Your Elcy drawing inspired me to draw this. I also headcanon her right eye being robotic ... I just can’t wait to see her story!

[soft-sunflower]

What they have is a Forbidden Romance.  She is a space pirate.  He is space law enforcement.  And they can’t help themselves. 

[sarahdrewthat]

@jellberry I don’t know if you’ve read the new chapter of Eden’s Zero, but Elcy got me fUCKED UP

[hannie-dul-set]

→ stuck on you (like a spotlight). PREVIEW.

LOVE U LIKE A LIGHTSHOW collection.

SUMMARY. star crossed lovers— but cross out the lovers, because he doesn’t even know you. yet even when he doesn’t know your name, your face, you couldn’t stop the gravity of being pulled back into the constant motion of you finding your attention stuck on him, like the spotlight shining above his head on the stage where you’ve always seen him.

PAIRING. huang renjun x female! reader GENRE. strangers to lovers! au, high school! au, rival schools! au, singer renjun & public speaker mc, school competitions, PINING, romance, fluff, humor, mild angst, featuring idols from other groups (also let’s pretend hyunjin & felix are from sme and not jyp for the sake of plot) WARNINGS. lots of swearing, anxiety, depictions of an extremely unhealthy school culture of competitiveness, the use of too many metaphors LMAO WORD COUNT. actual fic: around 10k, preview: 818 RELEASE DATE. late february  TAGLIST. @danishmiilk @wownajaemin @leejunini @astroboy-lele @unkown5tar @w0nni3wrld @charm-art @bingbingbish @sehunniepot @pretty-junjun @elcie-chxn @khcnehle @kthpurplesyou @lcvemark @sweetlyjaem @peachyyjaes @tteok-bokkies @bat-shark-repellant @lebrookestore @lenaluvs @nct-writers​ @czennienet​ @neowritingsnet​ @kpopscape (ask/dm to be tagged!)​

NOTE. first out of the four and i’m super excited! also do not be fooled by the preview, this is not a skz fic HAHSGFJ this is perhaps the less true to life accurate out of all of the fics in the collection, and if you could relate to our darling mc in this, then my heart is out for you <//3 hang in there, buddy JSGJS.

preview under the cut!

“Oh, Y/N.”

When Hyunjin had too much energy to release, he only had only one victim to release it on.

You.

“You must be really excited now that sports season is almost over. Next week is a big week for you, after all. I can only imagine how thrilled you are—”

A big week for you, sure. But thrilled and excited? Not so much. There was nothing thrilling and exciting about your upcoming competition. You couldn’t put a finger on what he was babbling about.

Of course, that was until the next words made their way into your ears, and you were this close to headbutting him.

“—thrilled to finally see your crush again after a whole ass year.”

You could only retort with one thing.

“Eat a horseshoe, Hwang.”

Hyunjin let out a tiny whine when you jerked your head back, hitting him right on the chin which caused the other three boys to laugh at your friend’s pain. He finally stopped strangling you with both of his arms, opting to nurse the injury that you’d inflicted instead. You didn’t even hit him that hard, yet he looked as if you’d just skinned his dog alive in front of a live audience. “C’mon, when was the last time you’ve seen him? Isn’t your heart just dying to catch a glimpse of your fairy boy after all this time?”

“Please, stop talking. You’re putting me in a position here,” you hissed, smacking his arm. “I’m already getting dirty stares from my schoolmates for ‘fraternizing with the enemy’, or some shit. Don’t make it worse.”

Your last assault on him finally forced him into silence because Hyunjin didn’t bother pushing your buttons anymore, and was instead more focused on shooting you glares and grumbles. That didn’t mean you were safe, though.

“Liar,” Jisung clicked his tongue. Oh, how you wanted to pelt him in the eye with your grape juice box. He was sitting two levels below you. The perfect height. “You’ve never been bothered about that, little miss. You can’t hide your gushy wushy embarrassment from us.”

“The guy’s not here anyway— his coach skewed him away before he could even enter the bus. Maybe you’d only get a glimpse of him next week,” Felix joined in, looking at you as he spoke with earnestness, but diverted his attention to the person on your other side. “Seungminnie, looks like you’re competing with him again.”

Seungmin simply shrugged. “What a surprise.”

While this week and last week were focused more on the sports events, next week would focus on solo competitions— quiz bees (reminder to pay respects to the half-dead contestants), public speaking (reminder to not become part of the half-dead, yourself), and of course—

Singing.

Reminder to not lose your shit at the event.

Jisung let out a long, remorseful sigh, eyes closed with a hand falling above his forehead, and all. “Oh, to be torn between supporting a friend and a not-even-friend-so-definitely-not-a-lover for the full support of your heart,” he opened one eye to look at you. “Though it is evident where your heart rests, madam. I admire your persistence even at the face of a brick wall.”

“Shut it,” you groaned. God, they were really reeling out a violent side from you today. “It’s not like I’m hoping for anything more, anyway.”

“That’s because you’ve never tried to turn into something more, Y/N,” even Seungmin was joining the shit on Y/N like a bunch of laxative high pigeons party, now. “Last time you went to their school and chickened out the moment you spotted him.”

“Holy shit, that was hilarious,” Hyunjin chimed it with a cackle. “I was shocked to see her— even more so when she said she was there to treat us to dinner. Her? Treating us to dinner? I thought she finally had a change of heart but oh, if only I knew back then.”

Felix let out an uncontrollable burst of laughter, to which he quickly suppressed in guilt after seeing your look of utter betrayal. Seungmin decided to brush over that topic for your sake. “You know, it’d be easy to set you two up with these two gremlins creeping around.”

A grimace crept onto your face at the referral to the two gremlins— Felix, maybe you could trust. He was smiling at you and nodding so cutely that you might actually take up on the offer, expression softening (blatant lie). But then your gaze darted over Hyunjin and it felt like looking at his shit eating grin alone was analogous to feasting on an entire freaking lemon.

“No, thank you,” you deadpanned, looking away. An offended gasp, and you didn’t even have to look  to know from whom it came from. “And like I said— I’m fine with the distance.”

You sipped on your near-forgotten grape juice, now slightly warm and disgusting, and you glowered.

“It’s fine.”

© hannie-dul-set.

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Azuma sketch bc it's been too long since i drew him

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From manufacturing to automation, Elcis delivers reliable encoder solutions.

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Elcis specializes in providing incremental encoders for precise motion control.

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Jelsie Week 2021

Day 7 Astrolatry

Finally here’s the last piece for Jelsie week🥺❤️Since this is the last day I decided to draw Justice and Elsie about to work together and this is sorta related to Astrolatry because of their ether gear

I’m sorta happy and sad that today is the last day of Jelsie week, even though not everyone was able to join this year, I’m happy that I was able to join this year for the first time! and by expressing my love for them😫❤️

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Pretty boy❤❤❤

[blossom-hwa]

Weaver - BOMIN

so one of my favorite authors, Marissa Meyer, released the cover art for her new story (a retelling of rumplestiltskin - I’M SO EXCITED) a few days ago, and then @sleepyowlwrites​ started talking about libraries and magic which resulted in this post and now this drabble? if you’re interested in the universe, check out the original post for details! but even if you don’t, I hope you enjoy this :) 

(@elcie-chxn​ thank you for encouraging me to do this >:D)

Pairing: Bomin x gender neutral!reader

Genre: angst, fantasy, royalty!au, wisdom weaver!au

Triggers: mentions of death/executions (nothing explicit)

Word Count: 1.2k

Bomin finds a story woven in the thread of his clothes. 

To Spin a Yarn | Golden Child Masterlist

Bomin shouldn’t be here. 

Well, that’s a given. Royalty never belongs anywhere but the palace. This is something he’s known since the day he could understand speech - royals are above the common folk. They stay out of sight and do not interact except during the occasional public speech. Remain cold, distant - he will one day rule over them, and he cannot be tainted by their impurities. 

Bomin has broken that rule many times over the years, secretly escaping the palace for a breath of fresh air beyond the stone walls and iron gates. He’s seen the market, seen the houses of nobility, seen even the farms at the city limits without the knowledge of his guards or his family. 

But this isn’t the wealthy city. It isn’t even the middle-class enclaves at the city edges. While Bomin wouldn’t call this place the slums, not exactly, the dusty streets and haggard faces of its inhabitants make him shrink smaller under his ragged cloak. Even a single curious glance raises his heartbeat more than is probably good for his health. 

He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here. There is no reason for him to have come. There is no reason for him to have left. There is no reason for him to have escaped his guards back in the city, hiking dark fabric above his head to cover the dyed hair of royalty, wrapping the cloak around his body to disguise the fine silk covering his chest. 

And there certainly is no reason for him to be searching out the maker of the shirt he wears. 

It’s a shirt. Beautiful, yes - the simple top wraps perfectly around his body, held in place with smooth ties at his side. Gold and silver shimmers on midnight blue silk like moonlight on water in the darkest night, and Bomin treasures it. It’s his favorite piece of clothing. But even then, it’s just a shirt. Nothing more. 

That’s what he thought, at least, until he peered deeper through the threads and saw the story hidden between. Muted, barely discernible, clearly never meant to be seen. 

But Bomin saw. Touched the silken words, experienced the story spun into the threads. He read the tale of a child who had lost family to swords and friends to fear, a child who grew and found solace only in weaving stories to immortalize the grief of their past.

Weavers are dead. Bomin’s ancestor wiped them off the face of the kingdom centuries ago, citing rebellion and treason hidden in their silken cloths and words. But smaller numbers are easier to hide, and Bomin wouldn’t be surprised if a few managed to escape and pass down the art. 

Like the one who made the shirt he wears.

He rounds a last corner. A small house appears, windows boarded and grass growing long and wild around the footpath leading to the door. Bomin almost turns around - the house looks fully abandoned - but a tiny patch of warm light leaks from a space between the boards, and if he listens closely, he can hear the faint clacking of something mechanical. 

Maybe a loom. 

Step by step, Bomin walks up the footpath. The clacking grows louder the closer he gets.

He knocks. 

The clacking continues. 

He knocks again. 

The clacking stops. Several seconds later, the door opens, and Bomin stares into confused eyes and a fake smile. 

“Hello,” you say cautiously, gaze darting behind him. “Is there something I can help you with?”

Why is it that the moment he’s actually here, faced with you, all of Bomin’s questions stick in his throat?

“Did you...” He swallows, fingers pinching the edge of his cloak. Last chance to just say never mind and leave. Last chance to smile, to apologize and say that he was looking for someone else.

Bomin opens his cloak. Watches your eyes narrow in confusion then widen in surprise, recognition, and fear. “Did you make this?”

“I -” you start, face tight. “I - no, I didn’t. This isn’t mine -”

That’s a lie. Bomin knows you’re lying and you know you’re lying, too, from the look on your face, but he doesn’t know how to address that without sounding like. Well. 

Like a royal.

Then a gust of wind blows. Before Bomin can even react, the hood falls off his head, sliding around his shoulders to reveal ashy white hair, the distinct marking of a member of royalty. 

One second of terse silence follows. Then Bomin gasps as you grab his wrist with more force than he thought you could have and drag him into the house, slamming the door shut behind. 

Three bolts have slid in place by the time you turn around and Bomin finally regains his senses. There’s no escape. The windows are boarded and you stand in front of the only door. The floor is covered in cloth and looms and machinery that Bomin couldn’t navigate easily if he tried.

He’s trapped. 

Your voice brings him back to the present. “Why,” you ask in carefully measured tones, “are you here?”

“I just - I -” Years of training in speech fail Bomin as he flails for words. “I bought this,” he finally says, gesturing uselessly at his shirt. “And I wanted to find out who made it.”

Blood drains from your face. “You saw the story.”

Bomin swallows. His silence is more than enough of a reply.

“Then why are you here?” you demand again, voice edged in anger and grief. “Your ancestors killed mine and destroyed our art and made us pariahs in the land that was our home. Your grandfather made existence a crime because we dared to tell the truth of his reign! Your informants tracked down my mother and father and executed them in the city square and now you come here wearing my stolen work and for what? For what?” Your gaze roots Bomin in place as you step forward, closer. “You come here and for what?”

Stolen? Executed? Your words make sense but at the same time they don’t and Bomin can’t piece them together, can’t comprehend what you mean. "I don’t - I just -” he swallows - “I’m not here to -”

“What, kill me?” Your laugh sounds even worse than the scathing words you cut him with. “You’re not? Why? Do you want to use me? Torture the locations of other weavers out of me? I don’t know any, but even if I did -” you spit at his feet - “you’d have to kill me before I gave you a single name.”

Silence follows. Bomin can’t find a single word. 

“So why are you here, prince?” Acid drips from your lips, burning holes in his title. “Why do you come, waltzing to my doorstep with the dyed hair of a royal and wearing my stolen stories if not to finish the job your ancestors started?”

Bomin must have had a plan. He must have had questions to ask. He must have had a reason why he came so far from the capital’s center to the dusty streets of the outskirts, a reason why he decided to find you, the weaver who wove the story lining the threads of his shirt. 

But staring into your grief-stricken eyes, faced with evidence of all the art and knowledge and people his ancestors wiped away, all of that dies on his lips. 

“I don’t know,” he manages, words choking his throat. “I don’t know.”

If you enjoyed, please don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment to tell me what you thought! Thank you for reading and have a lovely day <3

(1 reblog = 1 prayer for bomin not to die at mc’s hands sdkjgshd)

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I finally managed to get a drawing done in time for Halloween! This is Justice and Elsie from Hiro Mashima's new manga series, Eden's Zero. They are much like Jellal and Erza only with reversed roles. Anyway, I thought it'd be cute to draw them as Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. xD I had fun with this, considering I'm in a bit of an art slump and I don't think it turned out half bad.

[thepixelelf]

Spills, Thrills - Profiles

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You: Working part-time at Café au Lait, you're known around campus as the human coffee machine. Every drink you make is top notch — coffee, tea, smoothies, whatever (although you're most famous for the coffee) — and your reputation has actually gained a lot of popularity for the relatively new café. The catch? You're allergic to coffee.

Dowoon, Wonpil, & Zhavanya: three other baristas at Café au Lait. These guys have also added to the popularity of the café, but mostly due to the fact that they're all hella cute. Dowoon's specialty is latte art, Wonpil's is keeping the one plant in the café that isn't plastic alive, and Zhavanya is the funniest person you know. If it weren't for them being around, you might not have survived this long doing a part-time job in the midst of a full-time education.

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