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I was in a phase of drawing marble statues, which eventually led to the creation of this painting. Don’t ask me what those blobs are. Pringles? Beans? Lava lamp wax? I have no idea 😤
Update I slayed
We started at 8:25 and I was done by 9:30
I had to wait until 10:10 tho to hand it in
Wish me luck I've got an exam I don't want to do because it's long
sea, swallow me
MC: I had a dream where Vil was a woman and I literally folded... in my dream. 😭
Epel: Simp.
Rook: Trickster, aren't you an artist? Now draw Roi du Poison as a woman.
MC: I want to, but Vil confiscated my art materials!
Rook: Oh, that's not a problem! I have plenty of them!
Vil: Why is that displayed here?
The housewardens: ...
Leona: Herbivore insisted that it was your counterpart.
Kalim: The Goddess of Poison!
Vil: ...
Azul: It's a masterpiece.
Riddle: I would actually think it's a photo.
Idia: Lol. A shrine for Vil.
Malleus: Didn't they say that the goddess's name is Vilina?
Vil: ...
one tectonic plate approaching another
“so are you a top or a bottom?”
question. why do i keep coming back, idk man.
okay so- i've been getting back into twst again, damn you leona kingscholar >:( now, the fandom experience has been absolute ass, but i do feel like writing, and i'm on the fence about it. so, help me out.
ummm reblog for more votes?? @nemisisnemi bc they encouraged this.
Jamil's worst nightmare
i can't for the life of me find the source for this image, it seems to already be only a meme
There's something going on in the twst fandom but like,, can someone explain what it is?? I have been looking but I'm not getting any actual information that makes sense? Please help I am so lost
I was bamboozled
Theo's letter for Valentine's Day | Official Ikevamp EN Twitter
Sea otter⁉️🦦
Floyd was so right about him.
Give him a flash grenade?
(Im studying a lot and I dont have much time to draw so take this sketch)
Strangle then throw in a thing used in soap making so cops won't get suspicious,
Alternatively pull out teeth and feed to pigs to get rid of corpse OR dig a very deep hole, twice as big as U need and then bury corpse, fill holes halfway and put animal corpse over it to confuse police dogs
how to commit murder
I Have Found A Solution!
So, obviously classic wizard robes aren’t wheelchair friendly. (Alright, admittedly this isn’t common knowledge and also this definitely isn’t a problem for most but listen, this is a problem for me and I’m pleased to present a solution for it nonetheless.)
The issue is in the sleeves and the length of the robes. The traditional trumpet style allows them to get snagged, dirty, and caught in the wheels.
This is distinctly not an issue with other mobility aids such as canes and crutches, these wizards are fine to carry on with their trumpet sleeves simply rolled up if needed.
Now, one solution might simply to shorten the sleeves and hem to be out of the way, but that looks rather silly so I won’t do that. Instead I propose the more elegant design of a hanging sleeve to maintain that flowy magical feel while allowing for better range of motion.
Honestly I just love the look of hanging sleeves in general and think more people should appreciate them, wheelchair user or not.
In conclusion…
Every night brings a dream but the day, relentlessly, keeps me awake🪸
Girl (gender neutral) bye,, it's like 1:30-something am you cannot be trying to make me cackle
Replaying this event I noticed something and it was great.
Jamil's having a little crisis he'll get over it.
(background close-up under the cut so you can have your third eye opened)
Unholy fuck I needed this and it's so so good it wa sworth the wait j have no words ehsbsbsj
grab the opportunity!! || 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫
after consuming a poison meant for kalim, jamil attempts to help you, his crush (ew), through the effects. the effects... were not something he expected.
a/n: late bday smut for @inkybloom-luv i did promise her this a while back :3 jamil and the reader are aged up to at least mid-20s, and have long since graduated from nrc. afab!they/them reader!!
mentions: aphrodisiacs, overstimulation, gagging, cunnilingus, cowgirl, oral, one conversation with kalim
word count: 1,383 words
when jamil steps into the asims' private lounge, he does not expect you to be there, laughing with kalim about something the two of you did during your time at nrc. laughing hard and heaving, the merriment must've bee going on for a while, and your flushed face, though innocent, causes jamil to immediately clear his throat to announce his presence, your eyes lighting up with a joy he's been deprived off since you left for pyroxene to work with rook and vil.
and as the plates of food arrive, you playfully take a bite of kalim's food- collapsing out of exhaustion after panting and sweating, and jamil's first feeling is fear. fear, anger, regret. kalim, to his credit, immediately issues orders for you to be moved to a wing, and noting his friend's face (oh, how jamil despises the fact that he is still considered a friend), "assigns" jamil to "look after [name]", stating that you were a personally invited guest of his, and your security should never be taken so lightly.
but as he pushes a third finger into your cunt drooling all over the bed, taking so much pleasure in the way your eyes roll with even the slightest bit of pressure you receive, jamil wonders if kalim or the servants and cooks had any ulterior motives. pacing around the room, jamil feared for your life, except that you were perfectly normal. no vitals out of place, no deathly paleness, no signs of sickness. and yet, you refused to move, your beautiful eyes hidden by your eyelids, body seemingly inches away from rigor mortis.
however, when he comes back after 10 minutes of talking to kalim outside your room's door, he finds you naked, sweating profusely, moaning and crying about how your fingers weren't enough and if he could be nice and help you out and breed you, stuff you full of cum, broke your back and your brain because your cunt was making it really really fucking hard to think. and like any man with even a shred of honour, he obliged. after questioning you endlessly, of course. [consent is key, people.]
"'amil," you moan through his fingers stuffed in your mouth to keep you quieter (not that he's succeeding much, the guards stationed outside must be having the time of their lives), rocking your hips like an animal in heat for friction. as you moved, you produced slick like a waterfall, and the heady scent of sex went straight to jamil's head and dick, making it hard for him to think too.
"shhhh, albi, patience is always rewarded," he murmurs as he removes his fingers from your mouth and wipes your drool on the bedsheet below. "there, isn't that better?"
you nod with a whine as jamil moves his fingers expertly, pouting with tears in your eyes as he removes his fingers from your cunt before you climax. jamil notes that you stare at him with all the controlled rage and need of a predator as he sheds his pants and boxers and makes his way to you, asking you to get on your knees so you could (cough) ride him [it had always been a fantasy, but maybe he could see it play out in reality?]
as you get down on him inch by inch, you compliment him breathlessly, praising him for being such a good man, and if he knew you're weren't thinking straight due to the aphrodisiacs having a joyride in your bloodstream right now, he would have believed you. "'m bein' serious," you insist dreamily as you sway above barely a few inches above his groin, and jamil slams you down not-so-gently on his hips as you climax, overstimulated and so, so, desperate to have a dick inside you.
the cool winds of the desert outside flows through the open but curtained window as jamil's calloused palms make their way to your hips, lifting you off of his dick and moulding you gently like putty with your face in swan-feather stuffed pillows and ass high in the air, and he finds himself feeling weirdly proud as you spread your legs almost on instinct, letting him watch his own cum drip out of you slowly. "at this point, you're going to be a bred whore," jamil murmurs as you nod feverishly into the pillow, mumbling incoherently about babies and a family regardless of your ability to actually get pregnant.
sighing dramatically about needing to indulge you, jamil pushes his fingers into your cunt once again, chuckling at the way your moan into the pillow at the feeling of his cum slipping out between the minute distances in the middle of his fingers. once most of the cum was out, he presses small kisses and peppers bites on your thighs, watching your own hands move towards your nipples and play with them for the extra fiction you needed. considering that an okay, jamil dives deep, sucking and licking, giving a whole new meaning to eating someone out, and your feet flail in their restricted area as jamil wrings one, two, three orgasms out of you, panting and reaching over to kiss you on the mouth gently.
"jamil," you sigh as you taste yourself on his lips and tongue, bittersweet like the summer plants of the desert he named and and cultivated for you on your birthday. sitting on his lap, you play with the wild strands of hair that fall across his face, framing his dark skin and kohl-decorated eyes in a way that you knew you'd love to see forever. "you're so sweet," he murmurs back into your shoulder, hands reaching up to grab and paw at your chest, occasionally pinching and twisting your nipples gently, and you feel his hard dick grind against you as you shudder in pleasure.
"you're so pretty like this, albi," jamil starts in a manner that would be considered rabid, politely speaking, manhandling you back into the haphazard pile of pillows as he leans over you, his messy and sweaty hair shielding you from the outside world like a much-needed curtain. "so pretty, and just for me." jamil sways above you in a manner as hypnotic as his unique magic, before moving lower, pressing closer towards your inner thighs as you reflexively shut them, effectively trapping him in between.
"albi, ya hayati, indama anzuru iilayka, ara baqqiyata hayati, amama ayni*." you hear him murmur before he licks at your cunt like a kitten, dipping a toe in to see whether you liked it or not. as you whined above him, softer hands grabbing at his head to push it in deeper, he chuckles, before sucking and kissing, wringing out your nth orgasm of the night before he sits up, panting. "ya hayati, more?" you heave, before you ask him to swing his legs over the bed. "you want to suck me off?"
you nod and kneel near the bed, taking his cock and peeling the foreskin gently to suck on him, and to his credit, jamil is still smart enough to take the opportunity given to him, coming closer to you and pushing your face all the way into his happy trail, smelling like sand and wood and sweat. pushing his dick as deep into your mouth it would go, you hum appreciatively at him as jamil flushes above you, raising one hand to his face to hide his red cheeks.
patting his thigh, you keep sucking until he comes, pulling away to show him how you swallow before gagging. "mm, pineapple's needed here," you laugh as he flushes harder, and you climb back onto the cum-stained silk sheets to kiss him gently, the curtain behind you fluttering continuously. "'m tired," you say suddenly, leaning into him as jamil wraps a blanket around your messy, flushed naked body before kissing your sweaty forehead.
"mm, you seem better now, too," he murmurs in reply, feeling you for a fever with the back of his hand. "let's shower and remove the sheets, we'll deal with the rest tomorrow, okay?" he helps you up as you nod in agreement and sleepiness, and as the sky turned a shade of pink outside your room, you could finally tell your younger self that your dream came true. and you weren't alone with that sentiment.
okay so i was gonna add a random kalim cuck scene but that felt very.... eh so i didn't. also cuckoldry?? needs some research as a kink, bc it has its roots in racism????? what the actual fuck. also there was supposed to be a motorboat scene with boobs/moobs but it didn't find the horny sex-pollen vibe so i'll publish the jamil motorboating scene later as a separate fic (of maybe 300-700 words max) later. i hope you liked this. feel free to critique.
albi means 'my heart', hayati means 'my world'. and * -> when i look at you, i see the rest of my life in front of my eyes.
silent protagonist meetup
here's a landscape tutorial!
i focused on natural environments for this one, if you find it helpful I'll be back with how I learned to draw buildings.
let me know if it helps! and have fun drawing ✨
My part of an art trade with @artfulhero-m!!! This is her TWST OC Aster!!! :D Went trad for this one, but it was a nice change of pace!
getting back into painting my dragon bois more so a lil tutorial for how i paint scales!
