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One of the cutest parts of my job was being a virtual makeup & nails stylist for Huntrix - here are concepts for some of their looks!

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My concept paintings for the Saja Boys takeover of Seoul in KPop Demon Hunters!

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can we play today

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hi, first time requester here.. could i request for any of the alnst guys (idk if you do multiple characters.. and you can choose who, im indecisive as hell..) with a reader that kind of is closed off and quiet with most people, but after they get used to them, they do a major personality change with them?? people have seen reader get outgoing with friends, but to an outsider, it might feel like a different person. idk, when the people they know arent there, they're just quiet, but when a friend or someone they know's there, they seem to become a completly different person (more outgoing, blunt, etc.) they also maybe act like that character's a 'bro?' idk if you know what i mean, but like they seem comfortable with them kinda thing idk if this is too specific, mb..

if i give it my all, will it pay off ?

☆ thinking abt alnst boys + changes . . .

☆ various alnst characters ,, gn reader . . no au is established ,, no relationships are established but reader and ivan are mentioned to have transitioned into being friends ,, no further warnings idfk.

luka, in a sense, is similar to you.

the two of you are like two peas in a pod. overall quiet and reserved, isn't very outgoing in public settings. but when you start to trust someone, your demeanor starts to change.

luka appreciated the peace and quiet he could get whenever around you at the start of your friendship. neither of you said much, just basked in each other's presence. but sometimes a couple of conversations started.

those couple turned into dozens. and before you know it, luka knows you like the back of his hand. and vice versa, for the two of you have subconsciously started oversharing the more you talked. no longer do you enjoy some comfortable silence in each other's presence, now you two always have a thing or two to share.

luka has also become noticeably more clingier. the development definitely takes him by surprise when he notices it, but he doesn't mind it. after all, the two of you are still similar.

till is observant.

at first, he noted that you weren't the extroverted type. for someone like him, you weren't overwhelming and your mere presence didn't make him uncomfortable. that already gives you brownie points in his book.

unlike luka, till notices the change that occurs. how you slowly begin telling him about your day, how he learns what your favourites are, how people start to view you as more than just acquaintances.

but he doesn't say anything, out of fear that you never meant to say so much, that you didn't want to get attached or have it be the other way around.

because honestly, even now that you're going out of your way to talk to him, till still doesn't find you overwhelming. if anything, he looks forward to hearing every little thing you have to share on a daily basis.

ivan doesn't mind the fact that you keep your cards close to your chest.

but a little voice in the back of his head tells him to approach you, to learn why you behave that way. and that is exactly what he does.

at first, you weren't sure if you liked him. right off the bat he was all smiles and friendly, which did seem suspicious. he also looked at you as if you were a literal lab rat. which, in a way, you are.

nothing to worry about though, because it didn't take ivan long to start viewing you as a friend. he did most of the talking while you listened and nodded which, admittedly, isn't what he wanted. but for now it'll do.

only when he talked about topics that you really liked did you start responding to him with more than just hums and short—lived words. it took ivan a while to figure your interests out, but his efforts paid off.

now he gets to hear your voice more. he gets to see a side of you that no one else sees, he is one of the few people who have the true privilege of talking to the raw, unfiltered you. the experiment was a success.

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still coping with weige, I miss till so much. can I ask for reincarnated au with till and female reader, maybe they are meet again as reincarnated souls in a modern setting?

IN ANOTHER LIFE ! — till.

fem reader but nothing indicates reader's gender. modern au, angst, reader was apart of anakt garden and alien stage alongside till, mentions & descriptions of reader's death.

till finds it hard to be around you.

not because you're obnoxious or unpleasant, no. but rather because every time he looks at you, he sees a version of you two that is unfamiliar. he isn't sure if it's what you could've been, or what you will be, or—he doesn't want it to become reality.

it's beautiful, he's with you and it's happy. but at the same time, it isn't. it's horrible, and he doesn't know why he's seeing, imagining all of those things because you don't seem to be experiencing any of that.

it's just you, him and the stars that hang above. what originally was a peaceful and quick afternoon picnic turned into an outing that didn't end in tandem with the day. you pluck a poppy out of the grass and show it to him, beaming and saying something about how beautiful it is.

till nods, but he isn't listening. you've said the same thing to him before, but this is the first time you've hung out in a flowery field. he glances down at the poppy, then back up at you. only a few seconds passed and yet everything's changed.

he's back. you're still there with him, the poppy is still in your hand — but when he takes another look at it something that wasn't there before stares back at him. the sound of the birds chirping around you was replaced with the sound of distant chatter and the grass beneath suddenly felt a lot more synthetic.

before his cruel imagination could lull him into a deeper state of daydreaming, till snaps himself out of it. by then, you're already going on about something else, the topic has changed.

the ordeal is forgotten about.

more time passes, at that point the moon is standing tall and proud in the sky, faintly illuminating your shared surroundings. till watches the way a myriad of emotions cross your features while telling him about this song you've been liking lately. you even play a bit of it on your phone to jog his memory, claiming that it's really similar to that one song you two performed together.

he hums in agreement. the whole thing is a bit hazy, but he can remember it. why you two even learned a whole choreography and orchestrated a fair line distribution escapes him, but he can still picture the way your eyes sparkled on that stage. on that night.

till isn't sure how many people were in the crowd—or if there even was a crowd. all he can recollect are fragments centered around you. the way your gaze landed on him during your lines, harvesting the emotional value of the song and pouring it all out just for him. he doesn't really remember his own lines.

but he knows that it was memorable. and that whichever song you were talking about does kind of sound like that one.

but later, past midnight when he's in his own bed and is making an internal recap of everything that happened in the span of those hours, till remembers. you two never performed anything. he doesn't remember that song, the name of it or the lyrics. you were just making up things and he somehow got roped into it. it's not real.

..so why does he remember everything so clearly?

it must've been some dream you had and spilled the contents of it to him. if it were real he would at least be able to hum the tune or something. maybe you noticed just how out of it he was and decided to play a little trick on him. it's not real.

..so why does till know the exact rhythm at which your heart slowed down while he held you there, on that stage, watching helplessly as you bled out?

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silly doodles

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everyone make way for king yaoi the third

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celebrating new deltarune content by drawing 4 year old deltarune content

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happy pride month

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been a while, angel

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Thanks for the main cast of alien stage think with FEM motherly s/o request thing. But if you don't mind another same but different request this time, can you do the main cast of alien stage on what's their reaction on female motherly figure s/o who holds them like a mother before their last breath was taken? & Luka & Mizi thoughts on fem s/o motherly personality. Sorry bad grammar

You feel like home…

Sua

She’s fading fast. You’re covered in blood — hers — and your voice shakes as you call her name. Sua, loud and proud, fearless even when the world crumbled around her, is now lying limp in your lap. Her breaths are shallow, short, and painful.

You press her to your chest, rocking gently like a mother calming a frightened child. Her fingers twitch weakly against your arm.

“You always…” Sua’s voice is broken. “You always held everyone like this. Even when you were hurt. Even when you were scared.”

You wipe away the blood at the corner of her lips. “I’d hold you through anything.”

She blinks up at you, vision fading. Her expression softens.

“I wanted someone like you when I was little. Someone who stayed. Someone who loved without asking me to change…”

You brush your hand over her hair, quieting your sobs. She dies listening to your heartbeat — a rhythm she never had growing up, but found with you in the end.

Ivan

Even now, Ivan smiles.

But it’s not his usual grin — not the polished, practiced expression he wore for others. This smile is broken. Uncertain. Like a boy caught pretending to be fine for too long.

He’s dying in your arms, and for once, he’s not performing.

“You’re… so unfair,” he whispers, voice trembling. “You always knew how to look at me like I was just a person.”

You cradle his face in your hands and kiss his forehead.

“That’s all you ever were to me. Just… my Ivan.”

He laughs. It’s raw and real — something no one ever got to hear.

“You always gave me a place to return to. Even if I was selfish. Even if I was cruel.”

You don’t scold him. You just keep holding him.

Ivan’s last breath escapes like a confession he never had the courage to say. His fingers wrapped tightly in your sleeve, clinging to the warmth he never believed he deserved.

Till

He’s terrified. His whole body trembles as you catch him, dragging him close to your chest like instinct. He’s small like this. Not just physically — but emotionally. Young. Worn out. Exhausted.

“I-It hurts…!” he cries. “I don’t wanna die!”

You rock him. Slow, steady, whispering words you don’t even register anymore.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”

He sobs like a child.

“Why does it feel like this? Why does it hurt so much?! Why didn’t anyone stop this?!”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, clutching him tighter. “I wish I could’ve protected you from everything.”

His hands curl against your shirt, his face buried against your chest.

“Y-You’re warm,” he mumbles, voice weakening. “Like my mom used to be… before she left…”

You press a kiss to his hair, weeping silently as his breathing slows. He passes in your arms — held, soothed, and at peace in a way life never gave him.

Hyuna

She always joked she was invincible. She’d grin at death like it was a rival. But even she looks small now, limp in your arms, blood soaking her shirt. Her smile is faint — still trying to be strong.

“Didn’t… think I’d go out like this,” she laughs weakly. “I thought I’d be yelling until the end…”

You cradle her like she weighs nothing, like she’s not breaking apart in your arms.

“You don’t have to be loud right now,” you whisper. “Just rest. I’m here.”

Hyuna’s eyes flutter. “You always sound like my mom,” she murmurs. “I hated it, y’know? That gentle voice. But… I get it now.”

You press your forehead to hers.

“I'm proud of you,” you whisper, “for surviving as long as you did. For never giving up.”

Hyuna’s lips part in a trembling breath. “Then… hold me a little longer…”

She dies smiling — curled into your warmth, face pressed against your neck like a child who finally lets go.

Mizi’s Thoughts on Motherly Fem!S/O

She didn’t know how to react to you at first. You were gentle, soft-spoken, always looking after the others — even when no one returned the kindness. She thought it was weakness. A delusion.

But the first time she collapsed into your arms after Sua’s death — shaking, sobbing, unable to breathe — and you just held her, said nothing, and let her cry...

That was the first time Mizi realized what safety felt like.

You didn’t judge her. You didn’t ask for strength. You let her be small. Human.

And she came to you again. And again. Even if she never said it out loud, you became her peace.

Sometimes she’d pretend to fall asleep beside you, just to feel your hand in her hair. She needed you. The warmth. The quiet.

Mizi never had a mother. But she found something in you that stitched the wound closed — even if only temporarily.

💭 Luka’s Thoughts on Motherly Fem!S/O

Luka didn’t believe in softness.

He grew up believing love came with conditions. That vulnerability was a weakness that got you hurt — or worse, killed. So he watched you carefully.

Why did you help the others when they couldn’t help you?

Why did you love them, even when they broke down or lashed out?

It didn’t make sense — until he broke down in front of you once. He had a nightmare. You found him alone, crying silently.

You didn’t say anything. Just pulled him into your arms and hummed softly, like he was a child who deserved gentleness.

He never forgot that moment.

Even after, he refused to speak of it. But he sought you out more. Sat near you. Let himself be touched, comforted, known.

You were the only one who saw past the walls. You saw the scared little boy beneath all that ambition and calculation.

You didn’t save him with words. You saved him by simply being there. And that… that terrified him.

Because losing you would be the one thing he could never recover from.

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whatcha think it'd be like to sleep w till? and not in the weird way lol

sleeping w till hcs plsplspls!! no rush 🙌

Sleeping with Till — Headcanons

1. Quiet, Calm Presence Till is one of those people whose mere presence feels like a warm blanket. When you lie down together, he doesn’t talk much—just settles in quietly beside you, careful not to disturb your peace. You can feel his steady breathing next to you, like a soft rhythm that slowly eases any tension out of your body. He’s not the type to fill the silence with chatter; instead, his calmness is the comfort.

2. Gentle and Attentive Touches Till’s touches are feather-light and thoughtful. Maybe he absentmindedly brushes a stray strand of hair from your face or traces lazy circles on your arm with his thumb. He’s very intuitive, knowing when you need comforting without words. Sometimes, when you feel cold or restless, his hand will find yours in the dark, fingers interlacing carefully, a silent “I’m here.”

3. Warmth-Seeker and Snuggler Till loves the feeling of warmth, both physical and emotional. When it’s chilly, he’s the first to snuggle close, tucking you both under a blanket and pressing his body gently against yours. His warmth is quiet but strong—a little heat that seeps into your skin and makes everything feel safe. He might rest his head lightly on your shoulder or chest, just enough to feel connected without crowding.

4. Early to Sleep, Deep Sleeper Though Till is sensitive and sometimes restless during the day, at night he usually falls asleep early, sometimes before you do. But even when he’s out cold, he remains aware enough to react if you move too much or feel uneasy. His protective instincts kick in silently—he’ll wrap an arm around your waist or pull the blanket over you both, always making sure you’re comfortable.

5. Nighttime Sketches and Creativity Till is an artist through and through, so he keeps his sketchbook by the bed. Sometimes, when he wakes in the middle of the night, inspiration hits him quietly. He’ll reach for his pencil and scribble softly, careful not to wake you. You love watching him concentrate in the dark, pencil fluttering across the page like a lullaby. Sometimes, he sketches little portraits of you sleeping, capturing your peaceful expression in soft graphite lines.

6. Soft Breaths and Tiny Noises His breathing is calm and rhythmic, almost like a gentle song to fall asleep to. Occasionally, Till makes little noises—tiny snores, a soft sigh, or a murmured word in his sleep—which you find endearing. They remind you how deeply relaxed and safe he feels when he’s with you.

7. Protective and Caring in the Dark If you ever have trouble sleeping or wake up feeling anxious, Till is quietly there. He might reach out and gently stroke your hair or whisper soothing words. If you get up to use the bathroom or drink water, he’ll softly call your name or hold your hand to bring you back to bed. His timid nature melts away when it comes to taking care of you.

8. Mornings with Messy Hair and Soft Eyes When morning light filters through the curtains, Till wakes up slowly. His hair is tousled in a wild halo around his face, and his eyes are half-lidded but warm. He doesn’t say much at first, just watches you for a moment with a shy smile before mumbling a quiet “Good morning.” If you’re still sleepy, he might pull you close again, breathing softly into your hair.

9. Whispered Affection Before Sleep Right before drifting off, Till sometimes whispers little things to you—how much he loves having you near, how your presence calms his racing mind, or how you inspire him to be braver. His voice is barely audible but full of warmth. These small confessions are his way of showing trust and affection.

10. The Perfect Pillow and Cozy Cuddler Till is surprisingly a perfect pillow. His body is soft and warm, and he’s an incredibly still sleeper, which means your head can rest on him without getting jostled awake. He’s content to just lie there with you, holding you gently, as sleep washes over you both.

11. The Little Rituals Before you both fall asleep, there might be a small ritual—like you hand him his favorite herbal tea, and he brushes a little bit of your hair behind your ear. Sometimes he hums quietly or recites soft poetry he’s memorized, and you let yourself get lulled by his voice. These moments, small and intimate, build a bridge between your worlds.

12. Comforting When You’re Tossing and Turning If you’re restless or having a hard time settling down, Till becomes extra gentle and patient. He doesn’t push you to fall asleep or get frustrated—he just stays close, offering quiet words and a hand to hold. Sometimes he strokes your back or forehead until you relax, his own heart slowing down as he matches your breathing.

Sleeping with Till is like being wrapped in a gentle, quiet lullaby: full of warmth, soft touches, and unspoken care. It’s never rushed or loud, just a safe space where you both can feel understood, protected, and quietly loved.

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young love, april whispers (四月物語)

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A doodle of the main casts for the up coming oneshot

They're siblings btw, who's shorter is older guess who lmao

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bug ivan

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for ch 3 of the hanahaki fic