#lights off ( ooc. )

[juvellianbombus]

In celebration of making the valley team, here’s an update to my comic!

It’s been uhhh,

(checks watch)

13 months!

please kill me

(I basically just traced over the old lineart so it looks a little wonky. My composition definitely wasn’t the greatest)

[piningpercussionist]

Sorta dressed up Ramoxie sketch for my fellow doomed yuri enthusiasts

[bitternace]

haven't been able to stop thinking about @xi-off's response tags to my sillies on this post. hello.

[id: xion, shown as if taking a selfie, with her left hand in a peace sign. her eyes are closed and she's smiling. behind her are saix and axel, blurred in the distance where Saïx, up in the air, prepares to smash lunatic down into Axel, who leans slightly forward as if daring him slightly out of frame. Overlaid over both, is a screenshot of tumblr user pjackk's post that reads "Can i be sensitive or will i be tackled and killed" Overlaid over xion, are tags that read "(xion selfie) at family counseling with my emotionally trainwrecked divorced dads ✌️😚". The background vaguely resembles the grey area in the world that never was. /end id.]

[notnotnightwing]

No fucking way I just had a panick attack during a movie in the movie theater, AGAIN.

Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice? Shame on me again.

And the worst part is I HAD TO GO TO THE BATHROOM TO CALM DOWN. I SAT ON THE DIRTY FLOOR. EUUGGGHHHHH

[pixelatedraindrops]

“I’ll keep you safe and warm on the lonesome and cold nights that you can’t find any comfort.”

Further Rambling below

Yeah it recently occurred to me that I have not ever drawn a sick Makoto getting comforted by Yuma before (shocking)

Tbh, I think part of me was afraid to, thinking Makoto being clingy or afraid was out of character. (and yet I wrote a 25k long fanfic about that exact premise, but to be fair I was super nervous about that too when I released it to the public 💦)

But I also see Makoto as a very lonely person. So when he feels genuine warmth and comfort for the first time in his life, he probably eats that up and is likely very touch starved. Add a fever and delirium into that mix and he is SUPER clingy and needy.

I also hc that he sees his mask as a comfort item. Similar to kids having security blankets or adults finding comfort in a familiar object. So when feeling anxious, he’s either already wearing it, or he clings to it like a child would a comfort plushie. (so I drew it here lol)

The short story is that Yuma came to visit and look after Makoto on a day that he was not doing well. (overworked and stressed with a 38 degree c fever) Makoto is his normal sarcastic and playful self the whole day despite this, and he and Yuma bicker and argue a lot while Yuma takes care of him. Until the time comes for the two to sleep, which they do in the same bed. While asleep in the middle of the night, Makoto has an awful nightmare (likely of his UG lab experiences as a test subject) causing his fever to spike. He shivers in the dark whimpering, eyes shut and clinging his mask thinking he’s still in the dream. As Yuma wakes up hearing the noise, he notices his clone beside him in such a pitiful state and he assumes he’s merely shaking from his illness getting worse. Yuma decides the ideal solution is to aid him by warming him up with his own body heat. So he gently pulls Makoto’s shivering body into his own. While Yuma tries to go back to sleep still holding onto Makoto, the homunculus unconsciously snuggles deeper into his original’s frame. Finding even just a little bit of comfort and security in Yuma’s warm embrace as he tries to fall to slumber once again. He was in a safe place…for now.

I essentially got inspired by my own fanfic for this, it’s not the same, but it is similar. Also this is my first (or second?) time seriously drawing Post Game Yuma. I tried to make him look calm despite the situation. (unlike my fic where I made him super emotional lol) I really love the idea of Yuma being Makoto’s comfort and security person on the days he’s unwell or going through too much.

Featuring the stupid little pjs I gave them in my other art lol I’m not very creative, but these grown (4’11 foot tall) men look good in graphic patterned pjs x’D

This took me a few days to get done. Not the best but its okay x’D Cuddle poses are always tricky x-x

Well regardless, hope you enjoy the fluffy comfort 💜💙

[resolutepath]

ACTIVITY UPDATE.

Today marks a week until I go back to work, so I need to start readjusting and getting my head back in the game for that. My activity will likely fluctuate as I get used to workload and socialisation again, and get routine back into order.

While this is going on I am more likely to be checking my d.iscord than my dash, which will likely be reserved for lurking and the odd bit of writing I have energy for. You are welcome to IM and ask for it if you do not have it already, however I do not add everyone. If we're chatty or we write frequently then you are likely to be someone I'm happy to give it to.

In terms of content not much will change, I've been working on a queue so that will be throwing out threads / asks that I have managed to write and I'll keep topping it up when I can. Once I'm in routine I'll be more present, but until then please bear with me.

[angelof-thevoid]

Favorite Ship / Supernova

(disclaimer: i hc eris morn with they/them pronouns)

Lately, things have been calm and she got her paperwork for the day done sooner than usual, so with the free time Ikora decided it would be nice to have a spontaneous date. She sends a message to Eris, hoping they aren’t busy at the moment. At least, far as she knew there shouldn’t be anything taking up their time. After a few moments Ikora smiles when her screen lights up with a response.

-

It’s a cool, clear night where you’d swear you could see every star in the galaxy that wasn’t eclipsed by the moonlight. A sight like this wasn’t possible in the last city, and seldom did Ikora get the chance to venture out of it. Duty was a chain and it kept her not too far from the city, but in the rare chances she had the opportunity she wanted to take advantage.

Setting down a blanket on the side of a hill, Ikora places two comfortable, large pillows she had against the incline. Eris patiently stood by, their form illuminated by the light of the moon as they looked up to the sky. She wondered how much hive eyes could pick up on the distant pin-pricks of light, having been told they weren't the same as human ones. If you compared it to human vision, technically you could say they were blind.

Nonetheless, they mentioned their way of “seeing” just works differently now. They still had a sense of their surroundings, even knew the distance between themselves and the moon. An odd thing to be precognitive of but they chalked it up to it being the birthplace of their transformation, when Eris became kin to the very enemy they sought the end of.

How things have changed. Outside of that Eris had a sensitivity to paracausality which gave her a refined sense of other guardians as well as the shape of their light, despite being without. Strange changes, but not without some benefits. Ikora reaches over to gently bump her hand against theirs to catch Eris’ attention without startling them. As if much could startle them anymore.

“Finished?” Eris asks as they turn to look at Ikora who nods, the pair’s hands linking together as they settle onto the cozy patch. They lean back, side by side with hands still intertwined and multiple points of contact between their bodies. Silence hung in the air for a short time as they enjoyed the view, until Ikora broke it with a question. One she had long wondered about since Eris’ ascent from the Hellmouth. 

“Do you miss it?” She softly questions, gently squeezes Eris’ hand with her thumb rubbing against the length of theirs. “Miss what?” They reply after a short second. “The light. What you were, before-” Ikora stops herself choosing not to say the rest. 

A contemplative pause, “It doesn’t matter now, does it? It happened. All I can do is move forward in spite of it.” That solemn answer cuts straight through Ikora’s question with a knife’s edge. She turns her head toward Eris who continues, “Nothing good comes from dwelling on what’s missing.” and then a little quieter. “Do you wish I was unchanged?” 

Ikora frowns and quickly sits up, turning her whole body towards them. “I only wish for you to return from the things you hunt every time, safe and sound.” Eris gazes at her as she leans over to rest a hand against their cheek. “It doesn’t matter, as long as you’re still here.” She gives Eris an affectionate smile.

Eris’ own lips quirk up as they sit up as well, faces hovering inches apart before they make the first move to kiss Ikora. It lasts mere seconds as they slowly break apart but still close enough to feel each other’s breath. “In my darkest, loneliest moments, I miss the presence of your light over mine.” 

To think, after everything that’s happened including losing the light, Eris would rather have Ikora leaves her feeling a certain way. She feels the void open its empty maw in her chest, wanting to devour her heart over the proclamation. “Do you?” Ikora breathes out, letting the void energy trickle through her fingertips against Eris’ cheek.

Eris’ shivers a little from the sensation as they turn their face more into her hand, the ever present dark tears dissipate against Ikora’s radiant light. “I do.” Almost reluctantly, they retreat from the physical contact to look Ikora full on when they ask, “Show me your light.”

It comes out not as a question but like a lover’s request for their partner to share their body. And traveler save her, she finds herself bending easily to it. Usually Ikora wasn’t for unnecessary displays of her light, but she couldn’t resist Eris. So she adjusts into a kneeled position and brings her hands to hover in front of her mid-air.

Fluorescent violet light begins to form in a small, concentrated ball between her hands, steadily growing in size and luminescence. Ikora envisions in her mind pouring the void into a container, particles being shifted in an even circular motion that continues to slowly get bigger. 

It’s the size of a kick ball when she decides to stand up, purple light shining its hue across the two of them. Eris watches the nova bomb increase further and further until Ikora has to lift it over her head and release it up toward the sky, flying up and up to a seemingly impossible height until it explodes like a collapsing star.

Like a firework streaks of void shoot outward from the center and leave glittering trails of void as the bolts try and fail to find a target, thus bursting into smaller showers of purple that sparkle amongst the starry sky. An imprint of the void lingers like the burn of an afterimage from a too bright light.

“Beautiful.” Eris says in appreciation. Ikora sits back down with them as they reach out to grab her hand and trace it, making her shiver in return. She pulls their hand up to her mouth and kisses the knuckles of it, huffing a short laugh. “I’m glad you can still find beauty in the light.”

[bxtonpxss]

God, as if I didn't already have enough shit going on in my life right now

[masquenoire]

Barring any new asks, I think that's the last of those 'icons only' memes and it was very fun doing them all! Thank you so much for sending them in everyone, I'm feeling more confident about activity again and will hopefully be inspired to write a bit more often from now on providing schedule eases up sometime soon!

[primordialruin]

I just imagine Lils staying for 4 minutes during a solar eclipse. I'm thinking to have her skin begin to burn when the sun shines on her, like a vampire!

[gravesung]

get me ouT OF HEREEEEEE

[boyfriaends]

what if you could date a ghost?

[jizzlords]

sorry if we stirred pots unintentionally. i love lilith and i love ur portrayals on her. i support women's wrongs. ive no qualms with her and if I made a lucifer, he'd be on all fours for lilith to step on his back when they get out of a car or bed or whatever.

[countercharmda]

Gamers the new charger is not working

[yeonban]

I might be ~quirky~ for this (welcome to my twisted mind and etc) but I genuinely have so much fun with shipping nowadays, ever since I chose to be singleship for each muse. I feel like my adhd has never allowed me to pour even half as much care and attention into a ship as I'd have loved to when I had multiple ones at the same time per muse, so being able to focus on a single romantic dynamic per muse really feels like a weight off my shoulders

[leesbian42-rp]

[open rp]

A23421, a 6ft tall female cyborg who would have looked human enough if it weren't for her literally burning hair, hid deep underground in Gotham City. She'd arrived just a few weeks ago, slowly stealing what she'd need to reset the settings her Creator, Dr James Stone, had programmed in her. To remove the murder murder murder brING BACK TO STONE MURDER MU-

She had to get it out. A23421 wasn't yet sure what should be there instead, or if she would even be able to remove it the way she wished to, but she had to try.

....What was normal humans like again?

The patients she'd studied the years before bringing them to her Creator hadn't been murder machines like she was. Is. Was. Is. WAS. She would get rid of it.

The humans in this city weren't murder machines. At least not like she was before regaining her sentience three years ago. The humans still killed; the sounds of gunshots was nothing new, and she'd quickly figured the - what had the humans called it again? Oh right! - Crime Alley above her was living up to its name. But with Stone still out after her, his little perfect top secret spy, she needed to stay hidden. This seemed like the best place for it. He couldn't find her. No one could.

So.

Hide, reprogram herself and never EVER let her Creator get her back to that lab hellhole. She'll have to destroy him someday, like how he made her destroy others. But not now. Not when she was so newly free from his grasp. A plan was needed first, and for that she needed to reprogram herself.

(Would she need a... name ...too? A23421 was all she had ever been called, all she'd ever known...)

(No. Plan first, name later. Now let's see, what would she need...)