LONG LIFE TO BRAM

LONG LIFE TO BRAM

GUYS DW!

BRAM IS NOT GONNA DIE!

All we need to do it chant "BRAM WILL LIVE" × 100 and threaten asagiri like how we did when dazai and fyodor were gonna die!

nah but srsly when dazai, fyodor and sigma (and maybe chuuya too? i forgot) "died". the rest of the month, the fandom was pretty much going beserk over it and they lived!

dazai was in the verge of extinction. did he die? no.

fyodor also was in the verge of extinction. did he die? no.

BRAM WILL LIVE! somehow

Asagiri will find a way! he must!

and now if the fandom becomes more miserable and mentally unstable then asagiri has no choice but to make him live! or else he'd probably be brutaly murdered by one or more of us.

Jealousy peeping 😢

First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

Tasteless Engine (1)

You always dreamed of being a doll maker. Since your tender childhood, they were always around you. To comfort you. To play with you. To hear you cry when no one was there. The dolls are pretty, and they were there. You lived in a small animated town. Everyday, the scent of fresh-baked bread would wake you up before going to the boutique. This boutique is a small cabinet, stuck between two big houses in a tiny alley. Your family supported you when you told them your dream, and you ended up being the apprentice of the best doll maker of the region (it is not a very popular job).

But one day, this sweet life stopped. The master you followed so whole-heartedly died, and they were no place in town to welcome you. So, after weeks of thinking about your future, you decided to buy a tiny bungalow in the Snowy mountains near the border of the country. There, you would create your own dolls and toys, and sell them in the nearest town, down the mountain. The weather would be harsh, but you had to do this.

And that’s how you ended up living there. Today is easily the coldest day of the winter, and you abandoned your work on the toys and dolls you will sell at the end of the week to snuggle in all the blanket you could find near the fireplace.

You are drinking your third tea in a row in hope to warm yourself a bit more. Your eyes are half-lidded with tiredness and you could not feel your limbs when a big “BANG” resonates in your ears. Alarmed, you leave your mug by the fireplace and quickly go check every room to assure that nothing is broken with the harshness of the wind, blowing and howling outside.

Nothing wrong.

Reassured, you walk back to the fireplace when you hear a lamentation outside, coming from the door. You freeze. You try to listen a bit better to those cries, when the tiny broken voice whines a heart-breaking “please” and you rush to the door to open it.

A bit of snow and cold wind enter your house. There’s no one at the door. You follow the directions of the cries and lower your eyes. They set on a humanoid thing laying on the ground, covered with snow. Your heart jumps and you clumsily grab the body to bring it inside the small bungalow and you quickly shut the door.

“Who are you?!” you shout, louder than you wished.

But the strange thing can only make weird cries and the sound of pieces of wood cliquing. Slowly, you walk toward it. You brush the snow and discover a huge puppet, messily wrapped in violet torn silk. You brush its long dark purple hair and realize that this hair is almost human-like. The puppet seems to act exactly like a human, so maybe it is cold. You put some of your blankets on the body. It groans.

After a some time, the unknown mass stops crying and sobbing, and you assume that it is asleep. Carefully, you step toward it, curious to see what exactly is this body. You delicately remove the torn violet silk, only to reveal a beautiful face covered by messy long dark purple hair. Their traits are well-defined, thin, elegant, and androgynous. They look like a teen, but their skin are white and virgin of any imperfection, glowing... Like porcelain. Your curiosity is picked, and you decided to touch his cheek (just a finger won't hurt, right?), which is strangely solid. You touch it again : you can't be wrong, what is laying on your floor is a human-sized porcelain doll.

A lil' Venti I drew for my birthday with the new alcohol markers I just got! :D

Also the colors messed up, it's my first time using alcohol markers and I used them like acrilic markers 🤦🏻‍♀️

Does anyone have tips?

☆　 klee rentry graphics!

requested by @purificatings ! f2u w credit, reblog appreciated!

wanted to experiment a little with the first one and it turned out so much better than i thought! i'm really happy with these