#plum spirit

[claypigeonpottery]

sketch to carving!

I might touch up a couple lines but the panels turned out great. I really like that the plum tree life cycle doesn’t exactly line up with the rabbits’, but it fits perfectly at the same time???

here it is with the lid. I think I’ll leave it uncarved

[void-of-the-moon]

Fuck you trans your cookie run characters

They are all canon in my mind you cang convince me other wise

[lunylune]

Artwork I did for my fic "There was love left to give"

This is spirit, circled of sherperd, druid ALIVE Lapin. You can pry this rabbit and his powers from my cold dead hands! He is in the process of summoning plum moths for... reasons :)

I'm very proud of this piece ^_^ that right hand is the best one I've ever drawn honestly!

[marblebubs]

Muayplum spirited away redraw ! 💛

[welcometoteyvat]

Xingqiu slumps onto his desk, defeated. The deadline for a special volume of A Legend of Sword is scarcely three nights away, and yet he still hasn’t progressed past the first fight sequence. Every word he pens feels inadequate, his characters are becoming more and more crooked, and the sentences are crawling away from him like silkworms off the page—one, two, three, four… Wait—but the next arc… His valiant unnamed hero will claim a narrow victory against the Tai-Shogun’s cyborg samurai, and then—and then…

When Xingqiu’s eyelids flutter open again, the lantern by his window has dimmed considerably. He cannot have dozed off for that long, can he?

At least his father and brother are asleep. It would be best if they never find out about his sleeping schedule.

The shadow of his hand is so sharp against the pages of his lantern-lit draft. Xingqiu traces the ridges of his knuckles, a flickering black silhouette on the page beneath it. From this angle, it almost looks like a dragon’s mouth, one of the Natlan kinds… Maybe he’ll be able to see one in person someday…

He should try to finish this chapter, since it’s almost done anyways… Oh, but didn’t Calx mention something about their alchemy experiments in their last letter? Perhaps they know a potion that could increase his inspiration… it wouldn’t be too late to ask about it, right?

His eyes shut slowly.

“—qiu. Xingqiu. Hey, bookworm. Aren’t you a sorry sight, hm?” Someone is poking his shoulder. He wishes they would stop. He knows that voice. It—

“…Wh— Hu Tao? Isn’t it late? How did you even get in?” Where is she? Xingqiu can only stare blearily in the direction of her voice, strangely disembodied in the pitch-black room.

“The same way I always do; don’t tell me you already forgot? Anyways, there was business at Wuwang Hill tonight. It takes a long time to walk back.” There's rustling, the tap-tap of shoes against the sandalwood floor, and then a crackling of fire as Xingqiu's lantern flickers to life again. It illuminates Xingqiu’s room, his manuscript, and the girl leaning against his desk, idly twirling her hat round her thumb. A smile dances across Hu Tao’s peach blossom eyes, and her merry lips quirk up at the corners, greeting him warmly. Xingqiu is impressed by her liveliness at such an hour; anyone normal would never be in such a good mood in this dead of night. Of course, Hu Tao has never settled for normalcy. And he would be delighted to see her any other time, but…

“Hu Tao, I appreciate your visit, but you should head back to Wangsheng. I need to focus, and you should rest too.” Xingqiu straightens in his chair, and immediately grimaces—his back is aching. Hu Tao’s eyes narrow, and Xingqiu resigns himself. He’s never been able to hide much from her: not his double standards, his avoidance, his fatigue.

“You’ve been in this slump for at least a week, and you’re still putting on a brave face? It’s unbecoming for a chivalric hero to refuse help in dire straits, Xingqiu.” Hu Tao’s voice is rarely so serious, and Xingqiu can feel her studying him, her gaze quietly burning. He looks away. When had she become so adept at instilling that indescribable feeling of shame-guilt in him?

“How long have you been working on this dialogue? You know, inspiration won’t strike you like a lightning bolt in this dead of night, or it would’ve already.”

“I—” Xingqiu looks back at the draft. The last sentence trails off illegibly, and there are ink splatters all over the page—it seems his brush control is no better with less sleep. He sighs.

“Aiya… look at you, already so despondent. Isn’t your deadline still three midnights away? Come on, you’re already turning into a dull and uninspired young master. If you go on like this, soon I won’t have anyone to trade verses with anymore.”

“Hey! I’m not becoming dull or uninspired! I just… I just need a bit more time.” Yeah, that’s it. He just needs to get used to the flow of his story again. After all, there’s never been another way out, has there?

“Hm. Whatever you say, young master. Listen, let me tell you about the hanged ghost mystery that cropped up a week ago; it’ll send chills down your spine for sure. I guarantee it would make for an incredible plot point!” There’s a warm lilt in Hu Tao’s voice—a rare teasing fondness that makes Xingqiu raise his head. She is looking at him expectantly, eyes alight with the promise of a good story, words waiting to spill from her lips like the sweet melody of just-ready rice wine.

Really, this girl. It’s scary how much she understands him.

“Oh? Then, if it pleases Master Hu to continue, my attention is all hers.”

———

notes: i have no idea how hu tao could get into his room tbh i just accept she's better at being a prankster than i am lmao. peach blossom eyes does not just refer to hu tao's pupils, it's an eye shape classification! i thought it fits her <3 (putting this note here since I already described it like that 2x) also just imagine that xingqiu usually has relatively fast reflexes but he's eepy and tired so he isn't as alert against intruders. also, smiles serenely. they could be each other's muses and inspirations (high honor). this is rlly just xingqiu going through The Horrors (writers block) but i hope it's decent i love him dearly. i dont actually know if hu tao was written that well tbh something about writing in limited perspective kinda fucks me up idk. the more i look at this the more things i find wrong with it but i need to be free from it now or it's never getting done

also this is irrelevant to this snippet but i choose to believe in shit eyesight xingqiu who got the teyvat equivalent of contacts and/or lasik eye surgery. he would've needed glasses but he doesn't want to look like an Old Man!!!! (baizhu: ._. )

[aishiteru-kenshin]

Kami-sama Hajimemashita | 神様はじめました | Mizuki

[uselessalexis165]

Never thought that sugar plum would be used in a demeaning way

[chivalry-ramu]

[psychicthepsychic-daily]

Spirit: You’re alive.

Psychic: No need to sound so disappointed.

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Mearest: *about BF and GF* They make a cute couple, huh?

Psychic: They certainly are standing next to each other.

.

Sadcholy: *cronch* Sadcholy You hear that? That's the sound of me eating sticks. Psychic: No, don’t— Sadcholy: Too late.

Psychic: Void is not allowed to decide which one of us is the chosen one.

Psychic: Hey I got you food, pick a number between 1 and 10. BF: Uh, 4? Psychic: Wrong, no food for you. BF: Wait what?! WHY?! PSYCHIC PLEASE—!

GF: Psychic is off at an appointment, so while he's gone, I’m going to cut the sleeves off all of my shirts. Carol: Why? GF: He's like 90% of my impulse control.

Void: When I was young, I left a trail of broken hearts like a rock star. I'm not proud of it. Psychic: You're kind of proud of it. You work it into a lot of conversations.

Dearest: Psychic, get that hideous thing out of the living room, would you? Psychic: BF, Dearest wants you to get out of the house.

[ge]

rotmhs legend of hei au where chung myung is a tiger elfin adopted into the human mount hua sect...(grounds my teeth so hard they shatter into a billion pieces)

[antiisocialbunny]

ok but consider this

what if its like at the end of Clue and it turns out everybody had a hand in killing maddie? like the lights flick off and everybody stabs her in boiler room?

[claypigeonpottery]

I actually got it all recorded. here’s a commission, a fox take on the bunny jar

the carving took about 2.5 hours, the building took about the same. the jar is 11” tall

[sp00kybimb0]

Dark plum yulemas decorations I made this year 🖤

my Insta: birdybirdy0

[deltamozartz]

Cookie Crack: the worse (fan) series to ever exist

comic 2: cocoa, murder, and betrayal

milwaukee pasta bandit found dead

[masamu-moo]

Old Doodles

[wooahiexist]

Sketches 🎉!!!