#i feel it in my bones...

[cauterisen]

i will say that of all the monks/dragons kimiko and raimundo are the most protective of omi

[vault81]

playing dmc4 and everytime I hear nero's voice all I'm fucking hearing is ichigo lmfaoo

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Must be a Sugondese joke.

[hinamie]

quick megumi style study

[wicktalks]

lauraryder // of age - the frights // damaged goods - the narcissist cookbook // fat funny friend - maddie zahm // black box warning - leanna firestone // cough it out - the front bottoms // mellowmash33 // the ramblings of a lunatic - bears in trees // prologue - chase petra // fiona apple // critical role - sam riegel // conversations with friends - sally rooney // on lonliness - dante émile

[egophiliac]

2025 is the year of the DRAGON SLIPPERS

[hotcinnamonsunset]

when art (below left, print by Anna Haifisch) inspires art (below right, follow up by @molabuddy) inspires art (above, hand knit cardigan by me)🐕

[anne-is-confused]

only you.

[thesnadger]

I have a question about this image of Xanathar's Thieves Guild.

Why does he have sexily lounging elf boys?

I ask because I cannot imagine a beholder being attracted to anything other than itself. Does he just understand Sexily Lounging Elf Boys to be a status symbol, and he wants anyone who visits to know he can afford Sexily Lounging Elf Boys?

Maybe I'm the asshole here for assuming. Maybe these boyfriends are master tacticians here to advise Xanathar, they happen to like wearing leather pants and no shirts and I should be less quick to reduce them to sex objects.

I don't care, I love it, this is all I can think of every time I see it:

[thimblings]

the kiss but make it spite x lucanis

[kenchann]

alexa play im not okay by my chemical romance

[stealingyourbones]

The head operatives of the GIW create a secure message chat to discuss the future plans after having successfully capturing the menace Phantom… not realizing they added reporter of the Daily Planet Clark Kent to the group chat.

[xlettex]

You’d never slept over before. Not for lack of trying—he’s invited you a few times now, usually in that whirlwind, fast-talking, Bokuto way: “You should stay! I’ll make popcorn! We can watch that terrible space movie you love—wait, not terrible, just… objectively confusing!”

And eventually, you said yes. You’re newly dating, still figuring each other out. Still brushing pinkies under the table, pretending not to smile when he calls you his favorite distraction, and marveling at how easily he can light up a room. Last night was nice. Messy and real. He made you laugh so hard you snorted water out of your nose. You fell asleep curled around his arm, warm and stupidly happy.

You wake up expecting him to be gone. You’ve heard the stories—how Bokuto’s up with the sun, always the first at the gym, how he “accidentally” does 200 push-ups before breakfast because he couldn’t sit still. So when you stir around 9:47 a.m. and find him still beside you, wrapped in blankets and very much not at the gym, you blink in quiet confusion.

And when you try to sit up?

He groans. Loud and pitiful. Then immediately rolls toward you, snaking an arm around your waist, and slumps half his weight on top of you. “Don’t,” he says, voice scratchy with sleep.

“…Don’t what?” you whisper.

His face is in your neck, voice muffled and petulant. “Don’t leave. Too early.”

You laugh under your breath. “It’s basically ten.”

“I’m not emotionally ready for ten.”

You freeze a little, startled by how different this is from what you imagined. No bouncing. No bright energy. No dramatic grin. Just a sleepy man-child melting into you like the mattress is quicksand.

“Aren’t… you a morning person?” you say cautiously.

He groans again. “I am,” he mumbles, “just not when you’re here. You ruin everything.”

"Wow. Thanks."

“No, I mean… you’re warm. And you smell good. And your shoulder’s soft. And the bed feels better with you in it. So now I’m clingy and helpless. Congrats.”

You turn your head, just enough to glimpse his expression—eyes closed, brows drawn, nose scrunched into your skin as if he’s memorizing it.

“I was gonna make coffee,” you murmur.

“Betrayal.”

“You didn’t seem like the clingy type,” you tease, trying (and failing) to pry yourself from his arms.

He only holds you tighter, tugging you closer until your back is flush to his chest. “Yeah, well,” he mutters, lips brushing your collarbone. “You weren’t supposed to find out on the first sleepover.”

You go still. It’s the first sleepover. This was supposed to be casual, a night of snacks and movie reruns while trying not to overthink anything. But this? You weren’t prepared for this.

You clear your throat, flustered. “I could… come back after coffee?”

“No."

You laugh, helpless. “Koutarou—”

He silences you with a gentle touch, turning you toward him until there’s barely any space left between you. His voice is soft now—quieter than before, careful. “Just five more minutes.”

Then he kisses you. Soft and slow, not wanting to startle you. But when you don’t pull away—when your breath catches and your fingers curl instinctively into his shirt—he deepens it. His hand finds the small of your back, drawing you in, needing you closer. There’s no such thing as close enough. He’s still half-asleep, but he’s fully sure of this—of you. 

When his lips leave yours, he says nothing. He just buries his face in your stomach and wraps his arms around your waist. 

You lie there, stunned—lips tingling, the warmth of the kiss still clinging to your skin. Your fingers find his hair, brushing through the tangled, sleep-ruined strands without thinking. His breathing slows. His weight settles against you, easing something deep in your chest.

And even though your brain is buzzing and your heart is screaming, this is really happening—you somehow manage a soft response. “…Okay. Five more minutes.”

(You don’t leave for another hour and a half.)

[destiels-assbutt13]

“i don’t have to sleep with everyone i have feelings for” FUCKING PARDON??????

[hinamie]

take the blue line

[geckkoo]

Chapter 2!

I didn't know where to put him in the illustration and felt bad about it since he's my favorite character. Therefore the only reasonable conclusion was to draw him on the entire canvas.