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i feel like sometimes people forget that gaza is a testing ground for most of the weapons manufacturers and theres no way the US would give that up.

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Please keep Palestine in your minds tonight and onwards even with distractions like the Oscars, helping the people is more important

"Be careful venturing too deep, darling, things aren't always what they seem in the dark..." I remember reading a note in one of the art books that the eels' body is luminescent since they live in the deep sea and I just...went a little out of control again and my victim is Jade.

This was so HARD, I don't draw underwater things, but I think this turned out really nice <3 I especially had fun adding the speckles to Jade's body.

SCREAM (1996) dir. Wes Craven

OOHH BOY

New hyperfixation before the year ends :>

Doodled a litol Robin because he was my first crush lol

I GOT HIM IN THREE PULLS?! OH MY GAWD IDIA MY BELOVED IMMA SMOOCH U

yall look at the scream 6 poster i got 🤭

mallie poo came home in 38 pulls 🫶🏼 so he doesn’t hate me !!

reciprocation

characters: malleus x gn reader, brief mentions of heartslabyul dorm members and diasomnia dorm members wc: 2.1k warnings: none i think a/n: this is for @humbuns malleus event 🥹 this is such a cute event thank you for having it; loosely inspired by the song if you let me, by alina baraz

don’t keep your feelings to yourself if you let me i’ll treasure all the things you tell if you let me, if you let me

It wasn’t very often that people outside of Diasomnia wished him a happy birthday; in fact, it wasn’t often that anyone outside of his inner circle spoke to him, if not for common courtesy.

As he grew older, his disdain for his birthday also grew, and while Lilia attempted to celebrate every year, Malleus usually opposed such parties. However, ever since he began attending Night Raven College, his birthday has become…tolerable, at best. And after meeting you, it seems his birthday this year is on it’s way to being the best one he’s had since he was a young fae.

The day started as any other, he attended his classes, had lunch with his fellow dorm members, unsuspecting of any surprise party that may be held in his honor. Of course, you were invited. Actually, you’re the one that had come up with the idea.

You had walked up to Lilia about a week before Malleus’ birthday, telling him that you wanted to do something for Malleus. He apologetically tells you that the dragon fae isn’t exactly fond of these parties, as people only show up due to his royal status and not because they genuinely want to be there-of course, except the Diasomnia students…and now, you.

Lilia gives your arm a squeeze to comfort you, at least for the disappointment in being told to not plan anything for Malleus. If anything, you could always ask Malleus to meet you somewhere one on one. But you’re stubborn if anything else, and are determined to plan somewhat of a decent party for him…at least with his close circle as guests.

And so throughout the week, and with the help of others, you were able to put together a decent party. Cater helped with the set up, Trey came through with a birthday cake, and you were able to force Ace and Deuce to basically help with everything else. If you had asked Azul and the Leech twins for help, god knows what you would’ve owed in return. So Ace and Deuce had to suffice…and Grim.

And now, the day of Malleus’ birthday, you’re trying to decide if giving him two gifts is overdoing it. It’s not like the gifts are a big deal, you can’t exactly give him anything pricey and luxurious, so you hope the tamagotchi style game is enough. Your eyes slide over to the small, potted gardenias on your nightstand. Is it too much?

You huff out an exasperated sigh, cracking your knuckles as you stare back and forth between both gifts. Are the flowers too much? Forget that, is the message too much? You’re almost sure that Malleus has feelings for you, at least, that’s what you think based on his behavior around you . Any guy could walk you back to your dorm, but no guy stalls the way he does, hoping to keep you at his side just a little longer.

His gaze always lingers longer than publicly appropriate, and he finds the oddest excuses to see you, as opposed to asking his dorm members for help. He quite literally goes out of his way to be around you, and yet you wonder that if you show him how you feel, he’ll reject you. That is, he has to know the meaning behind white gardenias first. If he doesn’t, then you can just come up with any excuse as to why you’re giving him flowers.

You put both gifts into a gift bag, adding tissue paper to make the gift presentable and head into the lounge, where Malleus’ close friends are already gathered. Cater walks up to you, and while he’s not Malleus’ close friend, he is yours, which warrants an invite.

“I’ll take that,” Cater says as he reaches out to swipe the gift in your hand.

You take a step back, smile on your face as you shake your head. “No you won’t, because I’m giving Malleus the gift-personally.”

Cater holds his hands up in faux surrender as he steps back, a knowing smile on his face, which does little to ease your nerves.

Sebek begins to yell, startling you. “Everyone! Lilia is on his way with Malleus! Get in positions!!”

Now usually, you’d say something snarky in return because someone needs to get him off his high-horse, but you choose to ignore that urge today; you’re far too nervous to do anything except mull over what you’ll say to Malleus.

Everyone begins to hide as the lights are turned off, your knuckles probably turning white as you hold onto the gift tightly in your crouched position behind the couch. Suddenly, your breathing is too loud and the lounge is too cramped. All too soon you hear muffled voices coming from outside, which become clearer as Lilia lets Malleus in.

“Lilia, why are we entering the dorm without being permitted entrance? You’re not one to let yourself in.”

All Lilia offers in return is a smile as he leads Malleus out of the entry hall and into the lounge. Someone in the room flicks the lights on and everyone takes it as their cue to jump out of their hiding spots. Confetti poppers pop and people cheer, a somewhat cohesive shout of Happy Birthday resounds as Malleus stands there in shock. He’s quick to compose himself as he thanks the guests, saving you for last.

He makes the rounds as swiftly as possible, pulling you aside to a more secluded part of the room so he can speak to you in a semblance of privacy.

“Did you do this for me, child of man?”

You nod, gift still clutched in your grasp. “I did. Well, it wasn’t just me. I had help.”

He quirks an eyebrow, “but you planned this, yes?”

You nod again. “Yeah…and before you get upset or anything because I know how you feel about birthdays, I was hoping this would change your mind.” You rock back and forth on the balls of your feet, nerves creeping in as he intently stares at you.

He peeks around you, eyeing the gift you have behind your back. “Is that for me?”

You hold it out in front of you, a hand underneath the bag to keep it from ripping-although it shouldn’t because you paid good money for a pretty bag that would hold the plant. “I was hoping I could give it to you privately.” You desperately hope you’re not blushing, especially because you haven’t given him the gift yet.

With the commotion of the party, you both are able to slip out of the dorm easily, walking along the path you two usually take during your nightly strolls. Once you spot a bench, you motion in it’s direction, leading the way to it soon after.

It’s a pleasant evening, the weather isn’t too cool nor too warm, and yet you’re sweating. Were you really this nervous? Malleus waits for you to take a seat first before sitting down himself and turns his body so that he’s facing you.

Shakily, you hand him the gift with both hands. Malleus’ left hand brushes against yours as he replaces your careful hold on the bag. As your hands touch, you flit your gaze toward his to catch his reaction and are rewarded with nothing but a slight grin. He usually wears his heart on his sleeve; when he’s mad he resolves to using magic instead of talking out his problems, and when he’s sad, he sulks and claims he’s not upset.

But around you, he’s hard to read. Or maybe you’re just incredibly oblivious. Malleus continues to stare at you intently, waiting patiently for you to say something, only for it to take you a few seconds to realize you hadn’t pulled your hands away. Malleus’ hands gently hover over yours, a warm look in his eyes as he waits. You blink, startled, as you pull your hands away. “Sorry.”

Malleus shakes his head, a fond smile gracing his features. “You need not apologize.”

It’s your turn to sit patiently as you wait for him to open the bag. And so he does. He takes in a deep breath as he pulls out the handheld game, eyes widening, lips parting in surprise.

You lean slightly forward, waiting for him to say something. He smiles, sharp canines on display as his grin grows wider. “My companion will no longer feel lonely, thanks to you.” He sets it down in his lap, carefully, then takes out the potted flowers. Holding it up in the palm of a hand, he tilts his head slightly to the left.

You suck your bottom lip between ur teeth, worried he won’t understand the underlying message you’re trying to get across. “Do they not have gardenias in Briar Valley?” Your voice comes out strained, not realizing you’ve been holding your breath as you wait for his reaction.

“If we do, I have never seen such flowers. They are quite fragrant.” He says softly after smelling the gardenias. “And beautiful. They’re much like yourself.”

You sit up straighter, not expecting such an outright compliment. “Oh…thank you.” You give him a tight lipped smile as you continue to wait on his response. He’s quick to notice your expecting something.

“Am I missing something, child of man?”

You twiddle your thumbs as you debate on whether or not you should tell him about the meaning behind the flowers. “Do you…do you know the meaning behind these flowers, Malleus?”

He smiles upon hearing you speak his name; there’s no other sound he’s most fond of except for your voice. “I’m afraid not.”

“Well,” you start as you fidget in your spot, trying to find a comfortable position, “these flowers are- they mean-“ you breathe out a sigh, not sure how you should say this. “The flowers are meant to show that someone has feelings for you…like a secret crush.”

He ponders this for a moment, gaze shifting from the flowers toward you. “There are many things one could feel for another. Do you mean platonic feelings?”

You want to scream, really. He’s dragging this out and honestly it could be for his own amusement. He could be fighting to suppress a sly grin, feigning naivety. You shake your head, not trusting your voice.

He pushes forward. “Then?” He tilts his head to the left again, studying you. “What kind of feelings, child of man?”

You inhale, and on your exhale you rush out the word romantic. He carefully puts the gifts in the bag and sets it aside, inching closer. The old bench creaks as he shifts his weight. You hadn’t realized it had darkened, but as he moves closer you can see the moon’s light reflecting off Malleus’ horns. He tucks a few strands of your hair behind your ear, his hand then cupping your cheek as a knowing smile finds its way across his lips. Despite his cold demeanor, his hands are warm, and you find yourself moving closer to him.

“Shall I take this as a confession?” His breath fans across your cheeks as he leans closer, his personal space becoming yours.

Your breath hitches as you try to find the words to answer him. “If you want it to be.”

He holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up so he can meet your gaze. “Is that what you want it to be?” You both are talking barely above a whisper, too afraid to disrupt the peaceful silence that had descended, save for a few crickets.

You barely nod and are sure he doesn’t notice, but he does. Malleus knows a lot about you-more than you probably think. Most believe him to be somewhat aloof, but he’s very observant when he wants to be.

One hand moves to the back of your head, pulling you close. You’re expecting a hug, until you feel his lips press a gentle kiss to your forehead while his other arm wraps around you. “I was hesitant about this birthday, not expecting much.” He admits as he speaks into the air behind you, your upper body still pressed against his. He pulls back so he can look at you, arms dropping to take both your hands in his. “You have proven that I can enjoy birthdays and that certain gifts can make one incredibly happy. You have changed my mind.”

You smile. It’s more relaxed this time, the nerves you felt a few moments ago having dissipated. “So, you liked the gift then?”

He nods approvingly. “It is the best gift I have had the pleasure of receiving.”

“Which of the two?” You ask.

His smile only grows wider, and you’re proud at the fact that he hasn’t stopped smiling this entire time.

“You.”

I WOULD BE SO ANGRY

surface dweller melinoë, cave dweller zagreus

shuri is better than me bc i would’ve folded so quick ! as soon as namor offered to take me to talokan i would’ve been like um yes 💍 aqui me quedo !

FINALLY GOT HIM DAMN 😭 had to pull 100 times for him smh idia ur a pain to pull for but whatever 🫶🏼

Namor de mis amores ❤️

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Sorry for the lack of art lately 😭 but here’s a quick namor that I did yesterday!

NAMOR  |  WAKANDA FOREVER ↪ san diego comic con trailer

i wanna put him in a jar 🥹 look at him hes so

halloween special

characters: jade leech x gn! reader wc: 2.1k warnings: none? i dont think so anyway a/n: i meant to post this on halloween but it wasn’t finished so you get this for jade’s bday 🥰 this might be ooc idk…i also used a halloween prompt for this so i’ll link it

Halloween night at Ramshackle dorm is quiet, well…it was quiet. It had been quiet for a total of 3 minutes and 27 seconds before Grim burst through the door and into the living room. He skids to a stop in front of where you’re seated on the couch. He jumps up and yells, bragging about the desserts he managed to sneak out from the Halloween festival that the school was hosting.

“Why’d ya leave the party so early anyway? You left before the the party got good!” Grim hops up onto the couch, making you clutch your legs closer beneath the blanket you’re curled under. Your arm rests on the armrest of the couch, cheek in your palm as you watch Grim scarf down the contraband.

“I was tired, Grim. While you may have been a fan of the clout you received from all the magicam freaks, I am definitely drained.”

He yawns and sinks into the couch, continuing to stuff his face with the sweets. “Either way, you missed a good party and even better food.” He pauses as he notices you’re in your pjs. “Hey, where’s your costume?”

“Oh, I took it off as soon as I got back to the dorm. Grim, like I said…I’m tired. Now please, leave me alone will you?”

Grim scowls but hops off the couch. “Yeesh, it’s Halloween…lighten up!” He takes a swipe at your blanket as you throw a pillow at him and pull the blanket toward you. Grim races to his room, clearly in a rush to eat the delicacies by himself. God, he’s so stingy.

“So annoying,” you whisper to yourself as you try to find the comfortable position you were in before Grim so rudely interrupted your peace and quiet. And as you scrolled through the scary movies playing on the TV to see which one appealed to you, a knock rang on your door.

“Grim! Are you expecting anyone?!” Of course, no response. You sigh, kicking the blanket off and walking toward the door. Three knocks are heard once more after a brief pause. The knock almost sounds polite, yet demanding that the door be opened. You look through the peephole and see Jade Leech standing while holding a cellophane bag between his clasped hands. True to the knocking, he looks like a gentleman.

You open the door and give a small smile. “Hey, Jade. Were we expecting you?”

Jade steps forward and pauses, a silent plea for you to allow him in. He looks at you as he waits for you to decide. Almost instantly you step back, letting him walk into the foyer of the dorm. He smiles graciously, courteous smile never leaving his face as you lead him toward the living room.

“No, you were not expecting me. I came on my own will.” He tails behind you as you maneuver your way to the couch. His proximity made you a little nervous, not because you were afraid of him, but because you and Jade had a bit of a…situation. You weren’t exactly sure if you were reading too much into the comments he made when he was with you, but you felt like he was trying to tell you something!

“I didn’t mean to come off as rude, by the way, I just wasn’t expecting to see you at this hour.” You motion for him to sit beside you on the couch, moving the blanket aside so he’s not uncomfortable.

He chuckles, and that little polite laugh of his makes the butterflies in your stomach swirl like crazy. “No need to worry, I didn’t take it that way. I’m here because I have something for you.” He shifts in his spot so he faces you completely and extends the hand that was holding the bag toward you. “I noticed you left the event early and that you probably didn’t get the chance to taste the dessert, so I thought I’d bring some for you.”

You look down at his extended hand and grab the bag, your fingers brushing against his. You both smile, eyes lifting to gaze at each other momentarily before looking away. “You know sneaking out the food wasn’t allowed right?” You peek into the goodie bag and honestly, you’re glad he snuck some of the food out for you. It smells delicious.

He smiles, one that shows all of his teeth in their pointy glory. “I’m aware, but I could not let you go without tasting these.” Jade begins to stand, clearly feeling like he’s overstaying the visit. You reach out a hand to stop him while glancing over at a clock on the wall.

“Hey, Jade?”

He stands before you and waits for you to continue. “Yes?”

“It’s not that late…do you wanna stay and watch a movie or something??”

He gives a sly smile and quirks an eyebrow. “Or something?” Your cheeks burn as you look down, the ground suddenly very intriguing.

“I mean- well I was looking for a movie before you got here. And you brought me so many snacks that I think it’d be best if we share while watching something.”

He moves the blanket so that he can sit beside you. “I agree with that sentiment, prefect.” He takes his seat beside you, seemingly unfazed.

While you try to look for a movie, Jade’s presence is very much in your face. Well, it feels that way. He’s calmly sitting beside you, holding the sweets that you handed back to him so you could find a movie. Jade points at one of the titles of a horror movie that had come out earlier this year. “What about that one? I have heard it is good.”

“Oh really?” You turned to look at him, his physical proximity making you nervous. He’s so close to you, my god he’s pretty. His arm is brushing against yours and you swear he can feel you shaking. Jade nods in response to your question, so you click on the movie, not actually caring whether the movie is good or not.

“Care for a dessert?” Jade holds his hand out, goodie bag in his palm.

“The movie hasn’t started yet, let’s give it a few minutes.” You leave the living room to grab beverages and return in record time. After setting the drinks on the end table, you sit beside Jade. While you’re trying to give him his personal space, he doesn’t mind leaning in close. If anything, he keeps scooting closer while you try to keep a sliver of space between the two of you.

You can feel the warmth radiating off his skin, how his arm brushes against yours, how his hand slowly inches your way. The movie keeps rolling in the background, and Grim’s annoying snores can be heard down the hall-he’s definitely under a food coma. Jade looks in the direction of the hall, slyly smirking at Grim’s snores. “That will be a joy to sleep with.”

You groan, rolling your eyes as you sink into the couch and further under the blanket you crawled under at the start of the movie. “Don’t remind me.”

Jade peers down at you, playful remark on the tip of his tongue. “Okay, I will not.” Once again, he holds out the bagged sweets, seemingly wanting to change topics.

“Why are you so persistent?”

He raises an eyebrow. “About?”

You motion toward the bag with your eyes, looking at the bag for a brief second before meeting his gaze again. “About that.”

He clears his throat and sits up. “Ah, about this.” Jade holds the bag open as you reach in to grab one of the desserts, both of you staring intently at each other until you lean back once you’ve grabbed the delicacy.

He takes in a breath, holding it as he watches you take a bite. “I made them.”

Your eyes widen for a split second, until you recall that he’s a skilled chef, despite him denying his talent. “Why am I not surprised-but wait…”

Jade waits for you to continue, eyeing you intently. “I thought the school was preparing the food for the Halloween festival, not the students?”

He sinks into the couch, leaning in closer. “You are correct.” You wait for him to continue since it sounds like he’s only halfway through an explanation, but the latter half is never said.

“You made these for me specifically, didn’t you? You definitely didn’t snag these from the party like you said earlier.”

He turns his body so he’s facing you more directly. He’s about to open his mouth when another knock is heard at the door, this one sounding a little harsher, desperate. Your eyes dart from the TV to the door, the knocking only increasing in volume.

Jade looks at you expectantly. “Are you not going to open the door?” He tilts his head, making him look innocent. Not that he looks guilty, but Jade’s polite attitude seems a little excessive sometimes.

You shake your head, feeling the slightest bit uneasy as the knocks on the door seem to be timed perfectly to the current scene on the TV. “Nah, whoever is at the door can come back tomorrow.”

The music is picking up, clearly indicating there’s about to be a jump scare in the movie. It’s just your luck that you suddenly feel like you’re in a real life scary movie. Another knock is heard, this time on the window.

“I believe you should check who’s at the door, prefect.” Jade pauses the movie, fully expecting you to stand up from the couch.

You lean away so that you can get a good look at his face. “Are you crazy?! I’m not answering that door! That’s exactly what happens at the start of all of those movies, right before the killer gets in and-”

You’re stopped mid sentence when Floyd bursts into a fit of laughter. When Floyd managed to sneak into your dorm, you’ve no idea, but he definitely was not accompanying Jade when you let him inside.

Floyd stands up from behind the couch you and Jade are seated in, clutching his sides as he laughs. “You scare so easily, Shrimpy!”

You stand up and glare at the tweels, Floyd laughing unashamedly while Jade hides his small smile behind his hand. “You were in on this, weren’t you?”

Jade stands up, hand splayed on his chest. “Are you accusing me, prefect? Are you accusing me after all I did was bring you homemade sweets?”

Floyd frowns. “You’ve hurt my poor brother’s feelings Shrimpy, this is bad.”

You roll your eyes, not in the mood to deal with the twins’ antics. “And I thought I was the dramatic one.”

Jade drops his hand to his side, stepping closer to you. “May I apologize?”

It’s your turn to raise an eyebrow questioningly. “You’re not one to apologize, Jade Leech. Now can the both of you leave?” You point toward your door.

Jade is somewhat annoyed because while he did enjoy the prank Floyd pulled, he’s not happy that it ruined the intimate moment you and he were sharing. He’d have to speak to Floyd once they’d returned to their own dorm, but for now he’ll pretend like he was in on the prank the whole time. Jade was not one to be made a fool of nor was he a fan of being interrupted. At least he knows how to get back on your good side.

Like the gentleman he is, he stayed behind to help you clean after having sent Floyd to the dorm. You’re standing in the foyer while Jade stands outside your door. “Thank you for inviting me into your home.”

You snort. “And thank you for ruining the mood with your silly little prank. How did Floyd even get in?”

He shrugs, hands clasped together in the usual Jade Leech fashion. “As I asked before, may I apologize?”

“You’re asking me if you can apologize? Why would you need my permission?”

Stepping into the foyer upon your short interrogation, he bursts your bubble as he, once again, invades your personal space. He tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear, caressing your cheek with his knuckles as he smiles.

“I will only ask once more. May I apologize?”

He’s knocked the breath out of you, and all you can do is nod. His smile widens for a brief second, his sharp teeth on display for a moment before he presses a tantalizing kiss to the corner of your lips. Damned the way he toys with you.

He steps outside so quick you’re not sure if he actually kissed you or if you imagined it. In the blink of an eye, his hands are clasped once again and is standing up straight as he smiles his usual, polite smile.

“Happy Halloween, prefect. I hope you enjoy the rest of your night.”

And with that, he walks away, leaving you questioning what happened between the two of you on Halloween night in the Ramshackle dorm.

AHSJDJSKDJSKSJ I GOT HIMMMMM now im gonna throw him into a blender 🥰

hes so cute i wanna put him in a jar and violently shake it