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Wake your psyche up, Mob!

get out of my mirror FREAK

old art. detentionaire & kuzco warm up sketches for an ani assignment that got out of hand

i binged emperor's new school as background noise last semester and let me tell you. Don't do that

spider-man and deadpool

So are we gonna drop playing dumb with this whole pet cheetah being a weird song thing and admit it's the single greatest song on the album already? Cause it's giving me physical pain, it's honestly such a hit, guys please I'm begging you

Sketch of the ever so lovely Heket inspired by @midia666 amazing design!

I have faith but don’t believe it, it’s not there enough to leave it.

‘Don’t Swallow the Cap’ by The National

Oh.My.God

oh, the places we’ll go!

(it’s been a year since i watched this show with @knightenchantrex. here’s a painting for you! 💖)

17 May, 1824

Eloise’s 3 older brothers & an infant (Gregory) visit Romney Hall to “defend Eloise’s honour”

“Brothers He should’ve considered that. It was maybe best to avoid courting a woman with brothers. Four of them to be precise. Four. It was a wonder he wasn’t dead already”

Saiki has a little sister au, part 2: shapeshifting [full comic under the cut]

part one

Some oldmoney Terumob doodles (age-up)

Dearest Writer,

Oh hell yeah.

- Sincerely,

romance deprived maladaptive daydreamers.

Distracting

Synopsis: your usually rather easy to work with, but recently Viktor has found himself easily distracted by you..a lot of you. Especially tonight, when you decided to wear that dress.

WARNINGS; Viktor x F!reader, fluff, fluff, fluff, Viktor pining mostly, only a hint of sexual tension of you squint

I didn’t proofread this bc I wrote it on a plane, have fun though

Viktor has felt his hands shaking for the better half of an hour at this point, his cane held in a white knuckled grip as he watch you casually stroll about the party.

His amber gaze had locked to your spine as soon as you walked back him after a short greeting..despite the heaven it seemed to see your bare skin, that dress surely was from hell, hand sewn by the devils himself.

The dress itself was classy, high neckline, form fitting sure, but that long leg slip was a crime. It crept up your leg, if you sit just right it would likely show a hint of your hip (or so Viktor had expertly theorized). But what was causing the most pressure in his knuckles, was the lack of back on the gown..a large view of your bare skin exposed to the air, ending just under your waist, it had been a long few hours.

He sipped his drink, taking his planned break from watching you, but that appears to be an exactly when you decided to approach, just when he had let his guard down. He nearly chocked when his eyes open to find you approaching, the click of your heels echoing across the hardwood floors of the ballroom before you tilt your head to meet his gaze, amused by the sudden panic that you caught flash over his features.

“Hey..enjoying yourself, Viktor?” You ask, settling next to him against the wall, taking the brief pause in wait for his reply to take a sip of your own drink.

He takes his time alright, at this Angel he could see exactly how close the hen of your dress is from slipping off your shoulder if only with the assistance of an eager hand, a less shaken one. He at this point had also taken note of the deep shade of red on your lips, only a hint darker than the dress. He struggled through the thoughts, now registering the question and panicking at what must have been an eternal amount of time,

“Uh..yes..yes. The party it is,” he tried, he sure did, “lovely..” but his mouth failed him as did his gaze when it flickered over your exposed skin once more.

You give a light chuckle, turning further toward him and stealing away his view. He does a better job hiding the disappointment of not yet recognizing of that was indeed a freckle just above your shoulder blade.

“Well that’s a surprise, you hate parties don’t you?”

He offers you a light toggle of his head in reply, glancing away to find a new focus. God knows if he was to try and focus on you, his gaze would just find itself on the lipstick you wore again, and he wouldn’t risk you catching that.

He settled on the door across the way, sipping his drink again only to find his lips met with nothing. He lifted the glass to his eye line, inspecting to discover he had in-fact run out of his champagne. Viktor have a gentle huff of amusement, or disappointment, gesturing it at you as he would sometimes do in the lab with certain tools or noted when they had broken or been written incorrectly. And as always he found comfort in your light laugh.

You glance at the glass, confirming his suspicions correct.

“Poor thing..how will you ever survive the rest of the party without ur social crutch.” You tease, tapping his glass lightly with one finger and inspecting your own glass, still mostly full.

“I can socialize perfectly find without a drink” he insists, flipping the glass upside down in his hand to that he held it by the support now.

“Really? Because you have been standing here since the party began-“

“I’ve been distracted” he defends again, tilting his head at you lightly and swaying the glass. His gaze is calm until he sees yours change. Your eyes light up with curiosity and mischief as the weight of his reply fully hits you, and he feels the hit directly in his stomach as he does too.

“Distracted?” You ask, leaning closer to search his gaze for hints. “By what? Or who? Is it someone here?” You ask feverishly.

He’s screwed. You expect an answer and even in the event that there wasn’t one, which there most definitely was, you wouldn’t let up without one. And if he wasn’t careful his eyes would float back to your dress again, and he could not allow for that to happen. He had been so deliberate Bout his casual observation of you in the past few weeks. Ever since you had handed him those notes, and he had noticed just how pretty your hands were. Your nails painted in a deep red color, and the shiny gold rings on your fingers that only further complimented what he had noted was your soft looking skin.

After that it was your hair, you had been leaning back into your chair after about an hour of inspecting the current project, and you had ruffled your locks sending the tufts to flutter gracefully around the crown of your head. He had noticed how the movement reminded him of a butterflies wings, and that the stray pieces had fallen around your cheek, which he had earlier found were round like one of those old pinups he had seen in pictures as a teenager..and how they would get rounder when you smiled.

And Janna the smile, you smiled so much..you smiled at everyone, but every time you did he couldn’t stop himself from turning just for a moment to catch it, one day finding the lab so frustrating that he had decided to start noting whenever you smiled at him, just for mild entertainment. He counted twelve, mostly when you were joking or messing with Jayce and seeking his approval on the bad jokes, however number ten had been when you offered him the last bite of your lunch.

‘You haven’t eaten all day, come on I know you like sandwiches, eat it’ you had fought for fifteen minutes with him about eating the damned thing before he finally pulled off his goggles and gave you a tired stare before taking the simple pb and j and took the last bite dramatically in front of you. And you gave him that sweet smile..that soft smile. It wasn’t one of mischief or teasing, but if genuine satisfaction. That one was his favorite from that days count.

And now you were back to that evil smile, leaning closer to him then he had noticed and he could feel his heart rate rising to an unhealthy speed as he struggled to move, his body wouldn’t let him escape your warmth.

“No one..not- no it’s just-“ he struggled, he was struggling hard enough that he had leaned his weight off his cane and felt himself begin to tip over. His arms flailed, as his body attempted to keep him from falling, but found a new savior in your hand clutching his and tugging him up as you gave a sharp and fluttering laugh. He clutched your forearms, shuttering at the almost fall. But once his balance returned he couldn’t find it in him to let go just yet.

“You alright there? I didn’t mean to scare you that much” he panted through the finale of your laughing fit..he couldn’t help but notice didn’t pull away yet either. It was a divine moment, watching his settle your breathing and flicker your face up to face his. Your hair was out of place, curling over your round cheeks again..perfect.

You tapped his arm before he released his grip, swiftly attempting an apology before stopped him by tilting your glass toward him. His gaze flickered to it then you, as he adjusted his grip back to his cane.

“Have the rest of mine, I don’t like drinking much anyways” you offered, and without much thought he found himself taking the glass in his own hand, reading you for his empty one. For a second he had felt your fingers graze in the exchange, and as he thought you were soft.

You give him a a slight touch on his shoulder and then a tap on the cheek as he step away, “If you get bored of people watching, let me know” was your parting words as you strolled back into the social gathering, your back again becoming his main focus.

He watched you move away, again frustrated by how easy it was to get lost in how your spine moved before he glanced at the champagne in his hand. His cheeks flushed harshly at the presence of a dark stain kissed onto the glasses edge where you had drank from it. And with a deep shakily sigh, he checked for any spying eyes before hesitantly sipping from the abandoned lipsticks placement..he remained distracted for the rest of the party..and did in-fact lie when Jayce asked about why he still had the glass when they had returned home.

Incubus!Victor x Fem!Reader NSFW

@uwuboowoo wished for Incubus!Viktor drabble and how was my monster loving ass to say no? Featuring a surprise treat artwork collab by my beloved queen of Viktor art @arcanescribbles 🖤 Full glorious art work here!

Thematic horror, slight initial dub con, over stim, breeding kink, mindbreak themes, monster fuckin.

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There was a creepy scent to old houses that you hated.  Like the ages of dust and previous lives had built up in the walls and floorboards like layers of varnish, a must of creeping damp and mice living in the plasterwork, of old burnt dinners and long since extinguished candle wicks.  A scent no amount of perfumes or cleaning agents or open windows could ever truly dissipate.

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This is a moodboard for Smoke Signals by @realmermaid333.

I really really loved this fic - it’s a perfect reconciliation fic for Wyler, set a couple of years post season 1. It’s fluffy and hot and soothes my aching soul. It’s probably my favorite from this author - though all of them are amazing, and you should check out her account. Read it! The Wyler vibes are immaculate.

💎💎💎

Coraline (2009)

Heyy so I saw ur art and it’s really good!!! everything I see it my heart goes boom boom also I wanted to ask if you seen this show. Called monkie kid since it’s based on the journey to the west

i’ve heard of it and seen screenshots but i haven’t watched it yet. the wukong is chill though

was for ShuAke Week of 2023 <3

"He will talk as if Shizuo is awake and be brutally emotionally honest" awjhdgsvascvascasaccc your headcanons are so good what about drunk Shizaya headcanons?

KAKRKTKEKDK THANK YOU. 🥺💕

I will organize them by boy:

Tw// alcohol

Izaya

Very quiet, very smiley. Will not talk to you much until he hits that level of drunk.

Incredibly aware of what’s going on around him. Resists the effects of drunkenness for as long as he possibly can until his brain is fried and he is exhausted. Then everything starts becoming funny.

Smiles and hangs on the edge of his seat, listening to everything Shizuo has to say. Depending on his mood before he started getting drunk he will either be incredibly agreeable or incredibly disagreeable. He never shrugs off what Shizuo has to say and when Shizuo is speaking he makes perfect eye contact.

Good pretender. Shizuo has learned that after about three or four strong drinks, he does not need to go anywhere far or he will run and he will try to get somewhere Shizuo can’t find him.

Absolutely, without a doubt, will cry if he has reached that level of drunk (approx 6 or 7 shots). Then he’s just weepy and self-loathing and even more impossible to deal with.

Lots of ruminating. Will tell you about the impossibilities of the universe and will start talking in philosophical queries. Shizuo learns a lot about Izaya after his fifth drink.

Desperate for affection. Please give him a hug, especially when crying.

Looks a like a lightweight and sort of is but it depends on how much he ate.

Now for other boy

Shizuo

Not very good at telling how drunk he is. Will sit there getting irritated because his body can’t tell whether he’s drunk or not unless he stands up and realizes he can’t walk straight.

Talks to himself the entire time he’s doing this, which Izaya finds hilarious.

Very aware of the sensation of feeling his body. He can feel his hands and head really well because they’re pounding and sweating. He gets hot. Which is even more irritating.

He’ll start taking off his clothes, which Izaya will ask him not to do (because it’s distracting and he’s kind of going through something over here Shizuo come on now, rude).

Talks SO fucking much. Once the buzz hits him he will literally just narrate the entire night. Izaya finds it so charming albeit a little annoying because Shizuo always ends up pissing himself off.

He asks Izaya if he’s okay only about thirteen billion times. He becomes extremely concentrated on one thing when he becomes drunk enough, usually Izaya (because this is my dream space not yours leave me alone).

He does start to get quieter as he sobers up, but he also stops drinking before Izaya does. He’s also not as much of a lightweight as Izaya is.

He’s extremely complimentary and will stare and admire Izaya all night. He also likes to point out things he notices about Izaya around this time, which makes Izaya super shy.

Sometimes Izaya wants to hold hands while they’re sitting next to each other on the bed or at the table, wherever they happen to be, and he gets so excited.

TOTK - Eternal (part 1)

part 2 here