#i feel so rusty

[b1deo]

Just got out of art block so here are some Jay sketches. His face is both hard and easy to draw, idk how he does it.

[pyxehastoomanyinterests]

Heyyyyyy yall,, new hyperfixation just dropped. timeloop go brrrr

+ sprite hc recolors

[cookmyeggs]

The cuntiest mother in all of Royal British History. And then she got her head cut off. Tweedledee and Tweedledum had two heads, and Anne Boleyn has no head. So how's your head?

Plasma as Anne Boleyn on RuPaul's Drag Race S16E03

[raphodraws]

slowly getting back into the groove of things with the boys 💙💛

[nekkyousagiart]

Nekkyo Usagi Art (c) 2023 - ARTSTATION | INSTAGRAM

[missjoolee]

It’s early when Luke poofs into Julie’s room. He can hear her voice in his head saying “boundries!” clear as day, but he can’t help but want to be near. Last night they thought they would crossover, or jolted out of existence, but instead they’d remained. They’d hugged Julie and it was amazing. But he had had the chance to hold her face in his hands, thumbs caressing her cheeks, and the memory of her soft skin beneath his fingers, of her own hands gently holding his face, ran on repeat all night after she went inside to bed.

The sun was just barely beginning to light the room. He could hear Julie’s soft breathing as he took a few steps around the side of the bed. She was still asleep, laying on her stomach with one arm tucked close and the other resting above her head on the pillow. Her face was obscured by wild curls going every which way and Luke’s hands are itching to move them. To brush them away from her forehead and tuck them behind her ear. To gently sweep his fingers along her jaw as he brings his hand back.

He freezes, suddenly worried that the night before was a fluke and he will phase through her like before. So it’s with a mix of trepidation and anticipation that he reaches out, hand slightly shaking, to act out his thoughts and desires from moments before. Better to figure this out now when he doesn’t have to see the disappointment on Julie’s face.

It takes a second to register the soft feeling of her hair against his finger tips, but once it does, he has zero hesitation to continue the move and brush it away from her face. She looks beautiful and he can’t resist the urge to press a soft kiss against her forehead. As he leans back, her brown eyes are watching him. Again, he remembers he should have waited to come in here and he pulls his hands back from her. But the hand she’d had tucked near her chin catches his before it gets too far and he can see her brain starting to shed the layers of sleep as she wakes up. A small crease appears in her brow.

“Is everything okay?” Her fingers squeeze his lightly but the pressure builds the faster she wakes up. Crap. He didn’t mean to worry her.

“Yeah. I was looking for the kitchen,” he smiles down at her, squeezing her hand back. “Took a detour.”

She relaxes back into the bed with his words and readjusts her grip on him, now tugging at his arm to bring him closer. “If you stay with me, I’ll help you find it after my alarm goes off.”

Unable to resist her, he lays down on the bed. Their hands still hold the other between them. “Of course, Julie. I’ll stay as long as you like.”

[free-boundsoul]

Okay, I'm sorry if this isn't good but I haven't written anything in months. But I had brainrot and this is what happened.

(Guy x Honey shifter reveal)

~~read on Ao3 here if you prefer ^^~~

They never thought they’d actually be thinking of this. It was one thing to get all that damnable paperwork done just on the safe side. That shit took months and was a huge headache. It was merely a precaution in case they’d slipped up, they weren’t perfect, they knew accidents were bound to happen dating an unempowered. At least that way Guy’s memories wouldn’t have to be altered because of their carelessness. It wasn’t  because the thought of having someone routing through his chaotic mind had them feeling oddly (overly) protective.

              But it was a long time ago that those forms had been submitted and approved. They’d done that once they’d moved in with him alone and his…confession. That fucking confession changed everything. Made them realize that their feelings weren’t just one sided, that they could actually have something more than just friendship with this bundle of chaos personified. He was so supportive, over their schooling, their career, their…less than social personality…

              But how the fuck do you tell someone you can transform into a bear?!

              Honey groaned, their head thunking down on the kitchen counter. How do I tell Guy that? They could already imagine the puns and that was the good outcome. The worst was he thought they were crazy and didn’t want anything to do with them. Though the gremlin had certainly proven he was crazy enough in his own right. But…the thought of his rejection still stung. It’s the only reason they’d been putting it off.

              They wished they had a better relationship with other shifters with unempowered partners. They knew the Alpha of the Shaw Pack and his Beta had unempowered mates. But fuck asking something that intimate. Meeting David had…not gone horribly but they didn’t say much to the other, sticking by the wall of a Shifter function because the crowds had been too much for them. There’s no way they could just ask him something so personal.

              As for Asher…he was nice. Too nice. They didn’t need to hear all the mushy shit he’d tell them. He was known for gushing about his mate like a lovesick pup, even after the years they’d been together. They just weren’t good at mush…not when it didn’t come to their little menace.

              A frustrated growl rumbled out their throat. They could keep hiding it, keep Guy in the dark but…but they were still empowered and Guy had started to notice certain things. Their absences every once in a while in a guise of hanging out with ‘friends’ which Guy knew they didn’t have many. They had to shift sometime, it was a need, even if they could put it off. It was like finally getting your back to pop after having a knot that only got bigger and tighter the longer you ignored it. And then there were the Solstices. That pattern was a lot more obvious. He’d even asked them if it had something to do with a religious thing.

              The last thing they wanted was for Guy’s overactive imagination to run wild and him mistake their absences and little white lies as something worse, like cheating. They would never, but they’d read plenty of testimonies of other empowereds online about their partners thinking that. It was so frustrating, they couldn’t stand Guy having that thought. Not even for a second.

              “Honey! I’m home! Oh what smells amazing? Do you have another bake sale thing? Can I please taste test this time? You know, you can’t just drop stuff off without tasting it, you gotta make sure it’s scrumptious. Maybe not as scrumptious as me but then what is?” Their lips twitched at his humility, though they made sure to school their face as he walked into their kitchen. “Woah, holy shit, Hon. How big is the bake sale, and are you doing it on your own?”

              They felt their face flush the tiniest bit as they looked around. Baking was a coping mechanism. And with their current stress…they’d baked a lot. Almost every surface had a sweet. They rubbed a hand on the back of their neck, “There’s no bake sale.” They admitted softly.

              And like that concern sparked in his eyes and he was coming up to them, his hand reaching out to take theirs. “Everything okay? I haven’t seen you bake like this since…well ever. The closest I remember was when you were stressing about finals. Though I will admit, I did like being able to help make sure they didn’t go to waste.” He teased gently as he squeezed their hand, eyes brightening when they allowed a little squeeze back and a small smile to curl their lips. “Sooooo gonna tell me what’s up? I’m waiting and very willing to provide any sort of comfort you need. And I do mean any sort-“

              “Guy.” He stilled at their tone, eyes widening a fraction at how vulnerable they sounded. He wasn’t used to that. Frustration, exasperation, grumpy with a side of light violence…yeah, obviously. He loved being able to press their buttons until they gave in to those impulses. But the way that their hand started to sweat in his was not something he’d come to familiarize himself with. “I have to tell you something…”

              Still, he was quick to nod, not releasing their hand even as his heart started to beat erratically in his chest. Whatever they wanted to tell him made their voice tremble, ever so softly. Guy knew it wasn’t the time for jokes, though he really wanted to fall back on them just to make them feel better, to make them scoff and roll their eyes or smack him. He swallowed thickly instead, “Sure thing, Honey. Do you want to talk here or…or in the living room?”

              Honey took a deep breath, their grip changing to entwine their fingers with his. They hated how their palms were sweating and they knew he could feel it but they didn’t want to let go. Not if this was going to be the last time they’d get to hold his hand. “We can talk here,”

              “Okay, okay. Wherever you want…is it about your job? Or did something happen with your family?” His voice was gentle as he met their eyes, his other hand reaching up to brush some flour from their cheek. Usually he’d be teasing them about what a hot mess they were. And he had to stop himself from voicing the thought. Focus you fiend.

              Another deep breath to try and steady their nerves. “There’s something I need to tell you…And you’ll probably think I’m nuts, that I need to be locked up in an asylum or some shit but…but I’m telling the truth. I just…please don’t think I’m crazy.” Their words came out slowly at first until their words rushed out at the end and they winced. I already sound crazy…

              Guy blinked, his head tilting minutely to the side as he watched them. His lips quirked up a bit as he squeezed their hand. “Well you’re dating me, so you’re already pretty crazy. But I don’t think that’s asylum-worthy.”

              They couldn’t help but roll their eyes at that, “I’m serious, Guy.” Still, that little quip had the tightness in their shoulders loosening a little bit. They took another deep breath before they spoke, as calm as they could “I’m a bear shifter,” They kept their eyes on his as they said it. Watching as he gave them one slow blink.

              “Honey…are you sure you’re feeling alright? Like I know you’re a grump, but that doesn’t make you a bear-“ He tried to tease, his hand tracing up their cheek to rest against their forehead.

              They huffed as they swatted his hand off their regularly temperatured forehead (thank you very much). “I’m not sick, you goon. I can transform into a bear. Magic is real. This town is full of empowereds- magic users-.” They winced at the term, knowing Guy wouldn’t understand it. “I knew you’d think I was nuts…”

              Guy furrowed his brow, it was probably the most serious they’d seen him. “Honey, magic isn’t real-“ his tone was so fucking gentle, like he was talking to a kid.

              They let out a frustrated growl at the back of their throat “You want me to prove it? Will you believe me if I transform for you?” They snapped out before they froze. Did they really just suggest that? Fuck their temper, that would only freak him out! They should have suggested something else, they weren’t half bad at psychokinesis…

              “Yeah,”

              They blinked, eyes snapping back to meet his. He looked…calm. Well, at least he wasn’t screaming and calling the police on them yet. “What?” Oh so eloquent.

              “Well yeah. If you transform into a freaking bear, I have to believe you, right?” He gave a small chuckle as he squeezed their hand. It just occurred to them that he’d never let go of them, he hadn’t even backed up. They swallowed against a suddenly dry throat. They hadn’t planned on shifting in front of him today…they hadn’t planned this far ahead. But if they didn’t do it…he’d totally think they were nuts.

              “Fine, okay…let’s go to the living room. We need to move the coffee table. I’m…I’m not small.” They mumbled before tugging him out of the kitchen.

              “I coulda told ya that, Hun. Though you won’t hear me complaining, especially those thighs-“ They gave him a tug that made him squeak, his words dissolving into soft giggles. “Sorry! Sorry! Right, this is serious.”

              “You’re such a fucking menace.” They grumbled, reluctantly releasing his hand so they could pick up the coffee table, not bothering to take off the things that were on it before they placed it against the wall. They gestured to the couch. “Sit…please. And…don’t freak out.” Please don’t run away screaming…

              “Bossy as ever, you know I love it~” He purred as he took a seat on the middle cushion. Guy wasn’t stupid, well Honey might beg to differ, but he could see how nervous they were. If he could try and get them to stop overthinking in that head of theirs, he’d tell all the stupid, dirty quips he could.

              They pierced him with a withering stare before they started to take off their clothes. He couldn’t help but blank for a moment, heat spreading in his stomach despite the conversation they were having. He opened his mouth before they cut him off, “Swallow whatever perverse comment you’re thinking of. It might be magic, but it won’t save my clothes from getting wrecked from my form shifting….and I like this hoodie.” I bought them that one. Guy had enough brain power to register that thought.

They set their clothes on the floor. They gave him one last look, almost savoring the way his eyes were lit up as he watched them, glittering in that mischievous way of his. Why had they expected this gremlin to take this seriously? They almost wished they were a Telepath so they could just read his thoughts.

              Before they could second guess themselves, they shifted. The magic changing their form, their bones reforming, fur flowing like a wave over their skin. Their jaw changing shape was always the weirdest feeling. But damn if it didn’t feel good, settling into a form so familiar it was almost home. Their head snapped up when Guy gave a quiet gasp, his eyes wide.

              Oh shit, he’s freaked…please don’t run away, I won’t hurt you…you know that don’t you? Not anything more than my normal play hits anyway… Honey lowered their head, keeping their gaze on his. It was hard to look small in this form, though they tried to keep their paws with their long claws tucked beneath them. Keep their mouth closed so he wouldn’t see their teeth.

              “Honey? You’re really…you’re really a bear…holy shit…I didn’t get attacked by a stray pizza peel, did I? Rosa almost brained me that one time-“ He paused when they slowly shook their head at his question. “Holy shit, you understand me? Of course you do, you just shook your head. Hey! Don’t give me that look! You’re a freaking bear the size of the living room! I don’t know how this magic shit works!” He rambled out after they gave him one of the stares they gave him when he asked a particularly stupid question. Guess it translated pretty well into bear form.

              They quickly shifted back, starting to pull on their clothes. “Yeah, I can understand you, I just can’t talk. I don’t have the-“ They paused when they noticed him staring at their bare chest, their hand snapping out to flick his forehead “Will you please pay attention?” They grumbled before they pulled their hoodie back on.

              “You can’t just suddenly appear in front of me naked and expect me not to take full advantage of the view,” He chuckled as he scooted over, patting the spot he’d been sitting in. They sat down beside him at the invitation.

              “I could hope…this isn’t exactly easy to tell you.” They grumbled as they crossed their arms over their chest, leaning back against the couch. They jumped when his hand curled gently around their shoulder, turning to look at him.

              “I know…and I have questions, like…a lot of questions. But thank you for trusting me with this…I know this must have been weighing on you. But you can tell me anything, Honey. Even if its crazy, I’ll still listen, you know? I want to be there for you…” His voice wavered with the sincerity in his words, and they couldn’t stop their heart from melting or the tears that welled in their eyes that they quickly blinked away. Still, it didn’t stop them from hooking their fingers in his shirt and pulling him in closer to press their lips against his. They could feel his smile against their mouth as he slid closer, his fingers curling into their hood. They pulled back for a moment, resting their forehead against his.

              It felt…so incredibly right in this moment. No more secrets hanging over their head, his taste on their lips and his warmth at their side. Sure, they still had to answer his questions but the hardest part was over, right? He was still here, looking at them with that dopey smile, his eyes all soft as his fingertips trailed along their jaw.

              “Hey…I have a question,” He whispered against their lips. They couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

              “You did say you have a lot of them. Hit me,” They pulled back slightly, ready to answer any kind of questions he had, even if they were asinine.

              “Does this make you my Honeybear now?”

[dreadfutures]

finally after 43294823048 years i decided to get this Andruil redesign at least somewhat finished. Someday i’ll come back and redo it and clean it up but it has bothered me for so long that it’s just sitting there in my wips in the state it was:

ugh i tried turning on reblog control but i guess it didn’t work, i didn’t really want my brown evanuris redesign to get around the internet yet :(

[mirrorofprinces]

limited time offer: send me kp smut prompts so i can practice writing smut (short lil scenes ok not a 70k fuckfest)

[ainselthegreat]

Prelude:

You stand tall, your silhouette cutting through the dimly lit space. Your eyes ablaze with a fiery resolve. The air feels heavy with the understanding that the end is near.

Your “friend”, standing a few feet away, pleads desperately, their voice tinged with fear and desperation. They look at the man who is unconscious next to you, trying to think of how to get through to you.

“Don't do this. Don't become what they want for you. You can heal from this; you could forgi-”

Your voice cuts through the air like a razor-sharp blade.

“Forgive?” You scoff bitterly, your chest heaving with pent-up rage.

“You think this... man... deserves forgiveness?”

Your eyes bore into theirs, searching for any sign of understanding.

“Do you even know what he did to me?” Your expression changes from one of pleading to one of contempt, as the memories flash through your mind, subconsciously lowering the gun.

“I-” They falter, their own resolve weakening in the face of your raw emotion.

Your arm trembles with anger, the muscles tensing like a spring ready to snap.

“Please, don't do something you will regret. He may not deserve a chance, but you do.”

You look them in the eyes, your lips curling into a humourless smile, a bitter echo of the joy they once knew.

“You're right. I don't want to do something I would regret.”

Your voice, steady and unwavering, carries the weight of your decision.

“He doesn't deserve forgiveness-” You aim the gun back up, “-nor do I want it.”

You look at them as you pull the trigger, a deafening gunshot shattering the stillness of the night.

You look down to ensure the monster is dead. He had been the one who haunted your dreams all these years.

Finally being able to breathe, you promise yourself that you’ll hunt him down in hell as well. 

The last thing you do before turning the gun on yourself.

[widowkills]

working on a longer project right now that i actually feel good about that is somewhat coming together that may even see the light of day and i feel ALIVE oh god i love video so much

[littlelyarts]

does anyone else forget how to draw sometimes?..

Also don't try to look up itch.io icon on duckduckgo

[akins-art]

[bowlerhatduck]

Some winter fun. Jeeves is freezing in the background.

[husbandomail]

Same anon who commented on how you did your blog and asked about FE3H, do you have any Dimitri headcanons? (I, too, have only done the Blue Lion route, but I have no intentions of doing any other route because of this dude. He deserves happiness and therapy.)

first post from my new computer ayyy

At first, it’s difficult. You knew that long before you started pursuing him; Dimitri is headstrong in all of his beliefs, and that includes how badly he doubts himself. He’s busy as the king, he worries he wouldn’t be able to set enough time to satisfy you— he also can’t quite understand why you would choose him, of all men, after everything he’s done. Although he admits to you that he returns your feelings, it’s hard for him to show it. You’ll have to go slow with him.

He does need constant reassurance. A good way to do that is with gifts of any kind; not that he’s materialistic, but because it helps him to have something he can hold whenever he doubts himself. If you didn’t like him, you wouldn’t have brought back this pendant from the market and said it reminded you of him. But here it hangs around his neck, the weight resting comfortably against his chest, a tangible reminder that you did think of him.

Dimitri is averse to physical touch. He doesn’t mean to jolt back whenever your hands brush against each other, but it’s just instinct. Once he notices the way your face falls, he apologizes softly and tries to reach out again, but he just can’t do it for now. Don’t take it personally— it’s something important to you, so he’ll work on it.

You’ll notice him standing closer to you more often; you were already always at his side, but now his broad shoulders are brushing against yours, and you can feel him trembling underneath that shield of a cape. Whenever your hand lands on his while you’re reaching for things at the dinner table, he visibly tenses up with the effort of not moving away. It’s almost enough to make you laugh. But the first time he really goes for your hand has your breath catching in your throat; one of many festival nights, standing far away from the celebrations because he can’t quite handle crowds. You’ve got your eyes on the moon, and he’s got his eyes on you— you hear him take a deep breath, and then he’s awkwardly wrapped his hand around yours, refusing to look at you when you try to meet his eyes.

Once you’ve settled into a more comfortable routine physically, and he no longer pulls back on instinct, one of Dimitri’s favorite things is when you brush his hair. It had been so easy falling out of caring for himself, and even now that he’s taking more steps towards reassembling his life, it’s hard to keep up— feeling your hands and a comb move through his tangled hair for hours on end is soothing, and the most relaxed you’ve seen him in a long time.

[tired-reader-writer]

[“Still though, that's surprising,” Nosey says, leaning against a wall. “I thought you two were father and daughter.”

Freeze doesn't move. True to his title his stands still, frozen in that pose with folded arms— though she doubts he was named The Freezing Alchemist for that.

“I picked her off the streets of East City.”

“East City? How'd she end up in East City? What about her parents?”

“Dead,” she says flatly.

She opens the chest. It's got holes in it, bullet holes, the colour it once must've been now faded into a dull, dusty version of its old self. Doesn't matter, so long as it's still usable.

“Dad was—” and the word tastes of disappointment, of discipline, of distance, of... of... “Was a bluecoat.”

Nosey makes a sympathetic noise. “Your poor mother. Shouldn't have married a bluecoat— no offense to you, McDougal— There would've been good men back home, she really shouldn't have left Ishval for a—”

“No,” she says, putting their things in the chest, there isn't much anyways and a little dust won't kill them. They'll deal. “My mother was Amestrian.”

She doesn't turn around to see it, but she can practically feel Nosey's eyes going wide. “Then your pa, he was—”

“He wanted to change Amestris.” There's a stone where her heart ought to be, she thinks. An admirable dream, some would say. But to her it never was within grasp. Even the her of many years ago, a wide-eyed kid with a hopeful heart, even she knew it was a stupid dream.

Change? By being upstanding citizens? Take all the abuse, all the ridicule, stand and take it all, never raise a hand, even to protect themselves? She remembers rulers on her knuckles, of cruel laughter, of vandalized desks, of hungry nights and cold dark rooms, all the injustice in her little life.

Change won't come to good little citizens, it just won't. They'll have to seize it by the throat and drag it to where they need.

He stayed with the military even to the bitter end, until he was taken away— presumably to be executed or imprisoned for life.

Some part of her dimly wonders if he was turned into a Philosopher's Stone, too. Like those other Ishvalans. Like the rebels who refused to keep fighting for Amestris.

She's broken out of her thoughts when they hear a loud thud. There's someone hollering from another room— and Nosey curses under his breath as he hurries that way. Fucking clumsy dolts.]