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Guess which bitch got the best mark of their whole year group on her IAL?

When i tell you this drawing WILL be the death of me

Yandere octopus! Scaramouche

In celebration for mermay I did this withthe inspiration from @merakiui 's headcannon on Octomouche

Yan Scara is still one of my favs and add that Octopus shit and it just clicks

Like Lil Octopus with the most beautiful tentacles growing attached to one of the workers that work on the facility containing him. Maybe he was captured after already growing some resentment towards humans. Here comes Lil cleaner darling that makes sure he is comfy whenever no one is looking out of pity.

Cleaner darling who is a bit scared of the sheer size of their new companion during her lonely shifts.

Darling that sneaks bittersweet treats into his tank whenever he isnt looking cuz they know they are her favourite.

Lil lamb that doesnt notice how the Octomer stares at them confused.

Little pathetic darling that jumps the first time he speaks to them.

They start having some idle talk while darling cleans up. Everytime, the conversations become longer and longer until they stay overtime just to chat.

"Kunikuzushi"

"Huh?"

"Are you deaf as you are thick? I just told you my name"

"..."

"....why aren't you saying anything?"

"Thats.. a really pretty name... I like it ^^"

He gave out a nasty glare and a pout, trying to disguise his ever more present blush.

"Can I call you Kuni?" They asked meekly.

"Don't push it human" he spat.

In the end he ended up letting them use that name in return for letting him call them shrimpy.

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Octopi eat shrimps whoops

I love Azul and twst too much srry

AIBDWAODJ ITS SO GOOD

DROP DEAD 💗💖💞GORGEOUS💞💖💗🌟🌟

Im so glad that Im not the only one with a bld brainrot

I really love how clean the sketch! And the facial expressions are so good too!

Seth x Peony is an absolute top and canon in my head cuz they are so cute

Also James' disturbed face is so funny too

ALSO

You are so talented like its not funny

Drawing poses is so hardd and drawing James with his big ass tiddies too.

Your's is spot on💗💗

Hey y'all 👋😊

So sorry for the lack of new art!! It's Midterm season rn and I won't have time to draw until Spring Break next week 😭💔

So in the meantime, have some old unfinished doodles I have on hand that either: a) have yet to be polished & uploaded officially, or b) weren't planned on being uploaded until today!

Spoiler alert: it's more Bloodlust Devotion art bc I am a shameless Seth simp LMAO

So pretty omg

♪ ♬ "Oh darling, dance with me now, under the rain, under the dark rain clouds~"♪ ♬ ♡♡♡

(mas bet ko fil lyrics pero para inclusive sksks) ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE DONE TRAD SORI IF ITS WONKY WAHHHHHH ANYWAY YEH BEEN MEANING TO DO A SPY X FAM ARTWORK! and so i drew them insp of Binibini by Zack Tabudlo because A) this song is in my ship's playlist and a scenario where post-battle they just dance in the frikin rain TO THE POINT THAT ITS ANOTHER ANIMATIC I WANNA DO AHHHHH //dies and B) I WATCHED HIS GIG WITH MY SIS AND MANNNNN LIVE VOCALS!!! so YEH :DD ♡♡♡

A little late (as always <3) but I finished my art piece for the month of May! <3 April showers bring May flowers, right?  I hate drawing flowers…. This was a struggle… I don’t think I even did that well, BUT I did complete it.  So I’m happy about that.  <3  I don’t know how rain works either, but again, I finished it.  Even if it’s not finished, I am finished.  Hehe.  :3c  But overall I think I like it!  <3  Another month down in my New Year’s Resolution. :D 

Hey There! Yandere Wally x Reader from our world please?

First Welcome Home request, here we go - and of course it would be about our beloved Wally Darling! For this time, what I'll do is answer 1 old request and then 1 new, then 1 old, then 1 new, etc.

WARNING: Yandere behavior, Wally is a warning in general, Isekaid Reader, indirect kidnapping, manipulation, stalkerish behaviour. ***I DO NOT CONDONE IN ANY WAY ANY KIND OF YANDERE BEHAVIOR, IT'S PURE ENTERTAINMENT AND FICTION.***

Yandere!Wally Darling with a Neighbor from our world!

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Opening your eyes never felt like such a bad decision - it felt like a bag of bricks had just hit your head and the light was burning your eyes, making you groan in discomfort.

You tried to stand up all dishoriented and as you sat up on the grass, you noticed you were laying under a tree. And looking at your surroundings you found yourself near some woods and... a colorful neighborhood was waiting for you, just coming down from the little hill you were on.

You stood up, with shaky legs and never praying your eyes away from the neighborhood.

So lost in awe that you didn't notice... you changed - your skin was no longer made out of human flash but felt, dressed with rather colorful clothes - like you were a... puppet.

"Ah, there you are, Neighbor." A calm voice made you snap your eyes from the neighborhood and look at your right.

Yellow skin that seemed to be made out of felt, dark blue hair done in a pompadour, blue sweater and red-orange-yellow-blue striped pants with a soft slime and stare on his face.

"Taking a nap right after arriving to your new home? Ha. Ha. Ha. That's silly..."

"... where am I?" You asked with a small whisper, staring at the other puppet whose smile grew a little bit more and his gaze softened even more.

"My manners, where are they? Nice to meet you. I am Wally - Wally Darling... Welcome Home, Neighbor."

Maybe it was the confusion of the moment and how slowly you started to realize that this wasn't you that - you didn't argue back when Wally took your hand and start to walk you down to the neighborhood.

He introduced you to everyone and you were only met with kindness and happy smiles.

Wally never let go of your hand, his eyes would always come back to stare at you with fondness - like he had know you for a long while...

Soon you were right in front of Wally's home - a big red, blue tiles house which had... moving eyes.

"Hello, Home. This is [Y/N], our new neighbor." Wally introduced you, and Home's door opened gently and moved back and forth, like it was greeting you. And Wally continued: "They will be staying with us until their own home is ready."

You swear you saw Home's eyes darken, like Home knew something... just like Wally.

Those words suddenly made you feel anxious and by pure reaction you tried to step back and break Wally's hold.

But Wally's gentle hold quickly transformed into a death grip one.

"What's the matter, Neighbor?" He asked, his eyes never leaving Home's. "Where are you going?"

"I... I want to go home." You said, suddenly breathless at the anxiety that was quickly becoming paranoia and awareness on everything.

Wally just laughed like you just said the best joke he has ever heard.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha... Silly, silly [Y/N]... this is your home now."

And your new life started that day, against your will.

Fuzzy memories of your original life at our world would swim around your mind, which would cause you to start to cry in despair and 'home-sickness'. And you would be met with Wally's arms hugging you close to him as he cooed and hushed you.

"Don't think about your old home, [Y/N]... it no longers matters - not when you live here now, with me."

It would be hard to sleep - You just knew Wally was staring at you in the darkness of the night, like he was admiring you and making sure you never leave.

Wally is literally 24/7 attached to you, always holding your hand or leaning his head on your shoulder - physical touch is his love language after all!

I can see other neighbors actually gushing at you two and you wouldn't be able to deny anything - and Wally loves how you know your place.

"Oh, you're right... [Y/N] and I look like a cute couple... Ha. Ha. Ha. I like it. Do you like it, [Y/N]?"

You're forced to say yes.

You don't have a single chance on escaping - Either Wally is there to stop you with how deep his eyes are and can froze you in place in fear. Or Home doesn't open his doors or windows, trapping you in a warm cage that is, for now, your home too.

And even if you get your own home around the neighbor, Wally is either stalking you or actually having a 'sleep over' at your place.

Days and nights going by, longing for your original home and freedom - your tears and soft cries would be met with Wally's love, hug and gentle stare.

"Please... let me go."

"Silly, silly [Y/N]... I've seen you for a long while, yearning for you... now that I have you here, in my arms, I'm not letting you go... understood?"

One assumption I have about you is that you had an astrology phase at one point in your life and believed that whatever horoscope readings you had were true/would come true 🌎🪐🌌✨️

LMAOO I WISH

I have been keen on astrology and the horoscopes. They are cool and I do kinda believe certain things but Im more into the astronomy side of things!

I do wish I was more into it cuz it does seem interesting and cool. Like seeing shit through a new lense

All I know is that Im piscis and a big crybaby haha

Thanks for the ask!

Something Like Consolation [Yandere Alhaitham x Reader]

Title: Something Like Consolation [Yandere Alhaitham x Reader]

Synopsis: Follow up to this yandere Kaveh & Alhaitham imagine scenario. You don't want any comfort from Kaveh in this moment, but you don't imagine you can get any from Alhaitham, either.

I read this post from @j0succ last night about gentle lies and immediately got an idea for a line of dialogue that solved how I wanted to approach a lil follow up to this scenario. Mostly written on my phone so uhh yeah.

Word count: 1376

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader

The sight in the bathroom mirror is a far cry from what you saw only minutes before. Daintily applied makeup, finished off with carefully painted star, are ruined--streaking. Ugly. That’s what you see in the mirror. Splotches of color and red eyes and a face scrunched from bitter sadness. 

You look ugly. Mouth quivering as you fight to keep your sounds in, the blur of Alhaitham behind you, moving to shut the door. 

It’s the soft click of the bathroom door shutting that does you in. And pitiful mouth-pinched sobs that shake your chest become thick, choking cries echo off the panels of the bathroom walls. 

You aren’t hoping for Alhaitham to take you in his arms and rub your back and pull you close to his chest, and he doesn’t. Instead he reaches for one of the cloths hanging on the wall and turns the sink on, the heavy sound of water mingling with your own cries. 

He holds it out. “Wash that off, then we’ll get you changed.” 

The thought of taking that cloth makes your arms feel leaden. 

You look up at him, mouth downturned and pitiful and quivering. 

He sighs, and shakes his head. 

“I’ll wash it off for you. Stay still.” 

And you do, coughing out your cries as he dutifully dips the cloth in water again and again, scrubbing your face with the same methodical firmness that he scrubs the rest of you when he deems you too unruly to bathe yourself. 

If it were Kaveh, you think, he would be using the softest of touches. Cooing in between strokes as he gently wipes the makeup away. Kissing your cheek to calm you down. 

But you don’t want Kaveh right now. Not when he hurt you. Not when he lied to you. And if he lied about this... what else was a lie, then?

The way his fingers nimbly stroked your back when you were upset, the soft downturn of his lips when Alhaitham was verbally berating you for being so disobedient, the sweet kisses tinged with wine from a bar you’ll never be able to set foot in? 

Were they all falsehoods, too? Pretty things he created to calm you and soothe you and shut you up? 

When Alhaitham deems your face clean enough, he pulls away the cloth and drops it in a wicker hamper to be taken care of later. 

“Wait.” You reach out and touch his forearm, your voice is soft and thick. A frog in your throat, but the frog is a heavy chest and broken dreams.

He pauses, and regards you with a frustratingly neutral expression. 

Your tongue unsticks from your mouth and you bite your lip to keep sobs from trembling out, so that you can say something to make him stay. Something that might make you feel better, even, if that can be managed. 

“Kaveh…” You fight for the words. You can’t say anything awful. Not just for your own sake--you can’t possibly thrust Kaveh entirely away, not here--but because you never know when Alhaitham would rather lecture you on proper respect than acknowledge when he or Kaveh has done something awful to you.

“Kaveh lied.” That’s what you decide on. It's a fact, and surely not something that you can get in trouble for saying. "Why... why did he do that?"

Alhaitham sighs. At first, you don’t think he’ll say anything. You think he’ll remove your hand from his arm and go get you dressed and tell you to read a book and be quiet.

But he does speak. And what he says takes you aback.

“He should not have lied to you.” He talks down to you even now, the same way he does when he’s instructing you on what you should be doing that day, or how you should sit or how you should eat. For the moment, it doesn’t bother you, because he's clearly on your side. Your side!

“The moment you asked to go to the festival, he should have told you no.” 

A pause, and his voice lowers. There’s something akin to softness in his tone. Maybe you’re imagining it. Maybe you’re so desperate for sweetness that you’re placing the gentle curves of Kaveh’s voice into the man before you. 

“Letting you get your hopes up like that was very cruel of him.”

And you nod--you nod, for once, agreeing with Alhaitham, and you’re so busy looking downcast that you don’t see the pleasant surprise that flickers in his expression for a moment. 

You don’t think before you move. You just do it. You step forward and wrap your arms around his back, pressing your head against his chest, the same way you do to Kaveh when  you need comfort. Which is often. 

Alhaitham is not one for gentle embraces and soft hugs. But you hear him sigh, an annoyed, resigned thing, and you feel his hand pat your back. Just the once. He doesn’t stroke it or pull you close and cluck and coo, but there’s something comforting about the solid weight of his chest underneath you.

His hand, too, is what breaks you again. You cry pitifully into his chest, turning your face this way and that, getting his clothing wet with hot tears and probably snot that he will make you clean up later.

“I… I…” What do you want to say? What can you say? You think about your outfit, the carefully embroidered flowers, the painfully tight stitching that took you hours upon hours. An outfit you sweat and quite literally bled for, the callused little pinpricks on your finger pads as proof.

“I worked hard on my outfit,” you say, squeezing Alhaitham tighter as your voice gets thinner and pinched. “I really did.” 

You worked hard on it, because it was your ticket to something you wanted, and what was the crux? It was something for you, for once. Not Kaveh. Not Alhaitham. You were going to run around that festival and breathe in the smell from the food stands and ask them to win you prizes and enjoy the exhilarating pounding in your chest from the fireworks at the end of the night. 

Every stitch you made was one step closer to that. Only it wasn’t. Only it was for nothing at all. And now you’re sobbing in a bathroom while Alhaitham listens, letting you cry it out, and what was any of it for? 

You’re about to pull away when Alhaitham hums underneath you. 

“The embroidery was well done.”

Your breath feels like it stops, and there’s a soft, stuttering sort of gasp that escapes your mouth. Alhaitham… never compliments you. Not like that. Not in a way that you can hold onto and carry with you. 

You pull back, sniffling, wiping at your face with your hands as you stare up at him. 

“It… it was?” You gulp down your cries, and your eyes widen, and you want so much from him in this moment that you don’t know what to do.

He nods, and his hands push you away a little, holding onto your arms with his fingers wrapped around your upper arms. Not to get you away from him, but to steady you, you think. To keep you firm in his embrace, and not the other way around.

“Yes. The stitches were remarkably straight. And you managed the flowers without having to redo them.” 

You offer a tearful smile. 

“I-I read about the flower techniques in the book you gave me about sewing, after I asked for some supplies.”

And is that a smile of his own? Aimed at you, no less? It makes you swallow your tears in the same way Kaveh’s kisses might have done. 

“Good. You should always take the time to read the books I give you. It’s better for your education.”

And you, weepy thing, distraught thing, nod again. Yes, Alhaitham. You’re right, Alhaitham. 

He does pull away this time, and regards you with a look that might almost be described as pleased. 

“Come. We will get you dressed and then you can sit with me while I read.”

And you, wiping at your tears, catching a stray bit of makeup that didn’t come up with the cloth, nod again. 

You follow him out the door and pretend not to see the figure of Kaveh in the corner of your eye, watching the two of you warily. 

Quick BLD fanart of James and Xavier

Its been so long I missed drawing these two

Its nothing really big though, not really exciting fanart but I did wanna practice watercolours and squick sketching

James and Xavier are @hotpinkmoon 's OCs