here's a lil scribble I did with Raven (personally I think #3 fits her aesthetic😍) ⭐️ part 49292 of me refusing to shove her into one "goth" category 😤
My entry for raiden fanart contest is on twitter
check twitter for art process
Some flower pieces 😌🌷🌸🌺🪷🌼🪻💐✨
I know I’m bout to get like, three likes but I’m just happy to be here honestly
Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way
“A lot of preps stared at me, so I put up my middle finger at them.”
i don’t post my art here that often, but i HAD to share this
So anyways happy newyear :33
I feel like Thatch and Marco would really be protective of Ace at first. Not everyone is pleased with the fact that the young troublemaker is joining the crew, and being all buddy-buddy with the commanders and pops at that. As much as some people are overjoyed, there’s also a lot of animosity, and they want to protect the young man from that.
But Ace truly has disarming personality - he seems clueless about positions and hierarchy, treating everyone with respect no matter how strong they are. He makes sure to remember everyone’s name as much as he can, no matter if they’re a commander or a kitchen aid. If you tell him something about yourself, no matter how offhandedly, he’ll keep it in mind. It’s kind of a survival instinct he’s developed without even being conscious of it - being nice and charming, so people won’t leave him behind, won’t hate him, won’t suspect his shameful lineage. If he’s out on a mission, he always brings back trinkets and hand them over with a « oh this made me think of you, thought you’d like it ».
It all seems so natural and good-natured that eventually even the most opposed members end up begrudgingly endeared to him.
Yeah! Youve touched upon one of my favourite Ace headcanons where he’s incredibly observant, very good at remembering personal details or things other people have mentioned or spoken to him about
Hes got that punk ass kid respect thing going on for him, hes brash and rowdy but he’s polite and respectful when he needs to be
Also !!!! Survival instinct a tactic that hes learned conscious unconsciously to help himself along because Makino was right a smile and a thanks is less likely gonna end in a fight
fanart i did back in 2020 (revamped)
HD wallpaper https://ko-fi.com/s/ed5229e12e
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“The Summer Day” by Mary Oliver.
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i’m screaming
like wine.
What's fun about Nagito Komaeda is that you can write the most unhinged fanfics ever and it would probably work.
Nijimura Shuuzou is god.
nobara
call me when it’s 2030
pose referenced again from wiru son
shorter wong deserved better
This post was getting fucking huge so here is a link to my works page, and below the jump you can find descriptions of each :)
Thrown Like a Star Thraxus Boorman/Graydon Hastur Explicit, ongoing, 14/? Graydon Hastur was traumatized, anxious, and had given up on his life, until this journey woke something up in him that had been long locked away. Thraxus Boorman was brash and cynical to cover up his guilt and insecurity, striving for redemption he didn‘t believe he deserved. If they could open up to each other, what would happen? Is love the most powerful thing in the universe? Is desire the most exquisite agony? OR What if you loved me so much it literally undoomed me haha jk unless What if I had so much faith in you it literally reshaped the narrative into a happy ending HAHA JK UNLESS
Velvet Fist, Iron Glove Kit Tanthalos/Graydon Hastur, Jade Claymore/Kit Tanthalos, Kit Tanthalos/Jade Claymore/Graydon Hastur, Jade Claymore/Graydon Hastur, Graydon Hastur/Thraxus Boorman, Graydon Hastur/Airk Tanthalos Explicit, ongoing, 8/? The Gales never came to Tir Asleen that night, and Kit and Graydon's marriage went ahead as scheduled. How do they cope with this arrangement, especially after Graydon reveals a secret? (Velvet Fist, Iron Glove title card by @peterbenjaminparkour)
(Take You) Higher Thraxus Boorman/Graydon Hastur Explicit Omega Graydon and Alpha Kit went off their suppressants in the lead up to the wedding. The kidnapping of Airk meant going back on them in a hurry, and hoping they went into effect in time. For Kit, they did. Graydon wasn't so fortunate...
Tanthamoretober Crack Fics a series of 8 silly tanthamore, graythrax, and airklora fics for the tanthamoretober prompt sets -- lots of goofy shenanigans and major character deaths
HarvestVerse: Honey Mead Thraxus Boorman/Graydon Hastur/Airk Tanthalos/Elora Danan Explicit The harvest festival in Mahdyen was a time of discovery for several members of the fellowship. With one night left in town, what will Graydon, Boorman, Elora, and Airk get up to?
Inspired by TheArcher's Harvest Festival series.
Under the Mistletoe Graydon Hastur/Airk Tanthalos Teen Airk has been crushing on Graydon for a long time, but now Graydon has a crush on someone else. What will tonight's Christmas party bring, especially once mixmaster Boorman starts serving up specialty drinks?
Baby, It's Cold Outside Graydon Hastur/Thraxus Boorman General Graydon is drawn to the piano at Kit's Christmas party, and that draws someone else to him…
A Brief History of the Time Graydon Hastur Technically Had Sex With a Man Graydon Hastur/Elora Danan/Airk Tanthalos Explicit Graydon: “Have you ever?” Kit: “With a man? No. Have you?” Graydon: “With a man? Uh, yes, technically—oh, you meant a woman, right I—” Kit: “What, really? Shit. It was Airk, wasn’t it?” inspired by slvershdws "A Brief History of the Marriage of Kit Tanthalos and Graydon Hastur".
If You Want To Call Me Baby Graydon Hastur/Airk Tanthalos Explicit, ongoing, 1/4 what if kit succeeded in running away before the wedding? the alliance has to go forth. who can step in, in her place? inspired by siphisket's amazing cartoon: https://www.tumblr.com/siphisket/703235650016722944/tumblr-where-is-all-the-willow-art-quick-someone
Practice made while listening to Kororon by Eve.
I like using this style for color tests and quick sketches, it's fun.
Here are my designs/re-imagined looks for Sun and Moon from FNAF Security Breach! ☀️🌙
My distorted reflection stares into my soul.
Does it see how it breaks me apart?
Does it see how cracked I am,
Chipped with crumbs of myself falling out?
A brewing abyss settles deep into my chest;
It swirls with loathing and malice,
Darker, more malevolent than a lonely night sky.
I stare into my reflection, despairing.
What are those? I ask,
Staring onto the lines that crease my skin,
The too big limbs I possess,
The slight fat I see under my chin.
I stretch my skin, smiling.
The creases smoothen,
I smile and it returns.
I frown.
I stretch my skin,
Adoring the way my limbs become slimmer.
My reflection stares, almost approving.
Until it all returns and it looks at me with disgust.
I turn away,
I grab pieces of cloth,
I pull it over my blemished skin.
I must cover up.
It's the only way.