#wheres my muse

[nothatsmi]

The impossible duo (the simpletons)

THIS SHIT is the only thing that makes me happy these days. Only volleyball players on my mind. all day long. how do you expect me to work in these conditions...

I sure hope I can draw more of these fellas, there are so many characters that I like (my favorite is Nishinoya, he's definitely the one I'll draw next).

Anyway here's some kagehina, I totally ship it.

[ruporas]

it's time to go, my love (ID in alt)

[anininas]

Screenshot redraws because I'm being nice to myself today

[tekikato]

You cannot not hear it

redraw from Linked Universe - Entrance Pt.2

[wigglesdtuff]

My arms around his neck My fingers laced a crown I was a heavy heart to carry But he never let me down

[catherine-sketches]

So in my “will-i-won’t-i” with Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss (where I procrastinate and don’t watch the shows and only absorb the content through TikTok, Tumblr and sometimes Twitter) I came across Staticmoth/ VoxVal.

I saw the scene with Angel and Valentino. His abuse and disgusting behavior. I have an idea on how this moth asshole behaves.

And I have seen some people think that their relationship would be toxic, that Vox and Val, if the predictions are correct and become (or are revealed to be) a couple, would beat the shit (physically, mentally and emotionally) out of each other on the regular, but I think the idea that him and Vox having a healthy relationship could be such a punch to the gut plot wise.

Because that would mean Valentino IS capable of understanding consent. He KNOWS what working with someone else means without disrespect. He FULLY knows what sex is supposed to be like.

But that’s is between equals. Vox? His equal. Fellow overlord.

Angel? His property. Why would he give a shit about his thing?

[aesthetinkie]

If Bill used that "im your muse" thang on me, it woud prolly work sadly, i am extremely gullible

The after math:

[galaxyspark-6e16]

Broppy but make it hadestown.

[windcloudii]

Peak yoohankim dynamic

[nothatsmi]

"A hundred and one. Going on a hundred and two." "You're a terrible liar."

He lived,,

I'm beyond the point where I can use words to describe them anymore.

Just know that I drew this instead of working and I'll probably keep drawing them more even tho the work's piling up-

I'm not even kidding, it's terrible how much they invade my brain, like I'm always either thinking about them or drawing about them or saving pins on Pinterst about them (the board is getting pretty stuffed), everything i see is ORANGE at this point (it's my favorite color fortunately so I don't mind).

Still not done with the third book btw. I try to make it last as long as I can but I constantly want to read so the end is getting dangerously near...

Next I'll probably draw Dan and/or the other foxes, cause let's be honest they're all so cool...

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

You should be a childrens' book illustrator! Your style would be so perfect for that I think! Really unique :D

While I don’t know any children’s literature writers, I *was* commissioned to do illustrations for a medical journal article!

[gertritude-art]

since it has been a week since I officially released it, I thought I would throw together a massive doodle dump from the past few months for stuff from "WHO WANTS TO BE THE EMPEROR?" ...featuring heavily two characters who make zero appearance in that incredibly short story. say hello to todd(icus) and unnamed visiting dignitary who is dressed in vague ahistorical robe (a.k.a. i had yet to do research on what she should wear)

[coca-coeli]

saw this shirt and was briefly transported to a beautiful world where johnny cade could have access to it

[thatsrightice]

Rosie’s Riveters was the only aircraft to return from the mission to Münster on October 10, 1943 and it was no easy task getting home.

Blakely’s crew in 42-3393 Just-a-Snappin’ had to go through something similar on their return from the mission to Bremen as they had to drop out of formation and make the trek home by themselves. I think Blakely and the rest of his crew deserve a little bit of recognition too;

Bremen had the worst flak they’d ever seen. "There was so much solid flak, you could almost slice it like cake” said pilot Ev Blakely

Flak destroys the number four engine, left elevator, and stabilizer as well as cracks the nose sending shrapnel into the Bombardier and Navigator

They catch on fire, but their electrics are gone so they can’t use the fire extinguisher. The only way to put it out is to drop out of formation and head straight into a steep dive in hopes it blows it out, which Ev Blakely is miraculously able to do

Have to limp back well over 200 miles to get to base with a max speed of 120 mph (at 100 mph the aircraft would stall and drop out of the sky) and immediately watch the only other Fort near them explode in a ball of flames thanks to enemy fighters

Smashed shortwave radio forced Forky, the radio operator, to send out an SOS by touching two wires together and praying

They were a sitting duck for the enemy fighters as they limped back to base at a mere 120 mph (at 100 mph the aircraft would stall and drop out of the sky)

Compass was stuck so Crosby had to navigate using the position of the sun with near-constant course corrections

They are credited with taking out at least 11 enemy fighters on their way home but not without their own injuries. Three of their crew are seriously wounded, one has a three-inch hole in their stomach, half of one’s face was scalped, and the other had the entire lower half of their body crushed and bleeding

You know engine number four? Yeah, it’s on fire again so time for another dive and it’s a miracle it went out again

But now they’ve got to salvo literally everything out into the channel from the spent cartridges laying on the floor to their woolen flying clothes, including their boots

Their dinghies were shot to pieces by the German fighters (and Crosby accidentally pulled the emergency handle on the hatch in the nose) so landing in the water ain’t an option

Everyone who’s not flying goes to help the wounded, packing their wounds with their open parachutes and warming up the frozen morphine applicators (?) in their mouths

Now they’re coming in for a crash landing at a dummy UK base with literally zero control surfaces so Blakely and Kidd were piloting using pure strength. The rest of the crew go back to the waist and hold onto the injured men, like hold them to their chests, so that they aren’t further injured in the landing

Their brakes go out as they land and they’re sent careening into the only tree in the entire airfield, crushing the nose of the aircraft and sending tree branches and leaves through all of the windows and compartments (click for pics)

They just kind of sat there? Until someone came and was like “hey you need help?”

They want nothing more than something to eat but instead are stuck watching some officer count 1200 holes (no, not 800) before giving up because there’s too many

So now they had a hour long drive back to base, those who didn’t get sent to the hospital that is, only for the mess halls to be closed, all their stuff locked up in storage, and everyone looking at them like they were ghosts. But on the bright side, every man in the o-club tried to hand their drinks to them

Add-on:

In the end, 7 of her crew were injured and one fatally so. Most of the men would never fly another mission.

[morgana-ren]

Sorry but I love the thought of trying to deny ascended Astarion something— maybe it's letting him feed on you, or maybe it's crawling into bed with him, just use your imagination— and he decides he won't take no for an answer anymore. He takes it upon himself to rectify your little mistake. You know, slowly advancing on you until you're back against a wall, with one pale hand caging you in place against his chest, the other coming up trace and prod at the swell of your lips with an eerie softness.

This gentleness doesn't last. Eventually, he forces the digits between your teeth, fingertips splaying across your tongue, gagging you with his fingers.

"Funny. I could have sworn you just told me no," He says, head cocked as he leans in. You can feel his lips against your neck, breath against the shell of your ear that sends a shiver rolling down your spine. An ivory fang plays at the curve of your throat, just enough to dimple the skin. "Surely, I must have misheard you. You'd never be foolish enough to do that, would you, little love?"

It really doesn't matter what you say. Whenever you try to respond, he presses his fingers down, scissoring them out over your tongue to silence you. All you can do is drool pathetically around them, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"You're a clever girl. You'll do as I say, won't you? It's easier when you obey. You wouldn't want me to be forced to hurt you, would you?"

He still won't let you speak, pushing his fingers farther to dance at the precipice of your throat, reveling in the way it tightens when you panic (he'll remember that). He doesn't care what you have to say. He is only looking for one answer.

"Now, be a good girl and nod."

So, you nod, stricken with fear at his sudden shift. He removes his fingers from your mouth after a lingering moment of discomfort, wiping the viscous mess on your cheek. You breathe easy, thinking it's over-- only for him to pucker your sodden face in his hand, thumb digging callously into the soft of your jaw, grating gentle flesh against the sharp edges of your teeth. He bears down on you, those terrible red eyes a mirror into your own petrified reflection.

"There's a girl. Silly little thing. It's in your best interest to behave, don't you think? Don't you fret! I'm sure you know just how to make it up to me."

[sugarpasteltmnt]

trying to work on this chapter when i just want to get to the REALLY FUN CHAPTER