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when will we stop pretending?
A timid heart Is a disadvantage To someone who likes danger. - DOES, Donten (曇天)
The Cirilla Hawke piece I used in my meet the creator template for thedasincolor <3
For @midamweek 2022 day 7: “YES”
(“i want to know what love is” playing in the background)
gale doodles (goodles)
first drawing references this pinterest post !
edit: pinterest links don't work if you're not signed in, i've attached the original ref image below the cut and here's the vogue link. the designer is Guo Pei and the dress is from her fall 2019 couture collection
pinterest ux my beloathed
Happy new year ^*^
Hey, could you bless us with some more Sidlink vore? Maybe Sidon swallowing Link? UWU
Why yes I can! This time in color :D
What am I even doing at 1 am?
Why am I so obsessed with this anime?????
#imFinereallyomg
“𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺? 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘰.”
Joyce and Hopper ❤️
I’ve been really poorly this week and been struggling to paint, or to do anything really, but I just about managed this wee portrait of one of my favourite onscreen duos.
Painted on procreate in mixed media.
Juno Steel and The “That’s Life” PMV.
characters belong to @thepenumbrapodcast , art belongs to me, & if you’d like to support this project on other platforms, you can find it on my TikTok @/mysweetheart.whereareu , and my Instagram @/pilledddcute . more Junoverse PMVs to come. ❤️
It hurts to be something, it’s worse to be nothing with you.
NOTES: dividers by @cafekitsune !!
( Written before 2.2 / Kinda short tbh / Boothill may be OOC / not really angst as it turns into fluff tbh / I blame this / title was chosen because I was listening to the song at the time / GN!Reader )
It took a while for Boothill to even get used to this new life, or new body. Every time he looked at himself, he’s reminded of what was stolen from him. For a time, he hated his body. He sometimes wished he stayed dead. He feels so cold. He didn’t… He never wanted this, though as time passed, he grew accustomed to it. He eventually accepted it, but it never stopped those thoughts from worming their way back into his head.
He doesn’t quite feel… human. Nothing about him truly felt human.
“Boothill? You still there?” The voice was barely above a whisper.
“Hm?”
The gentle beating of a heart entered his ears. He felt warm. He felt a warm hand gently rubbing his face. Another hand was playing with a few strands of his hair before it was now gently brushing it. He opened his eyes, finding himself in an all too familiar room. One he had always looked forward to going back to once he finally had time to spare.
And underneath him? His favorite person, of course. Someone he always looked forward to seeing again, to spending more time with. He looks up at you, and you took note of his expression.
“Oh, sorry. Did I wake you up?”
He shook his head, burying his face into your chest and closing his eyes again, “No, no ya didn’t... Don’t worry ‘bout it,”
His arms were wrapped securely around your waist, trapping you in bed with him. You wiggled around in his grip for a bit to get a bit comfortable, resulting in you having to move him further up. His face was now in the crook of your neck.
Was he crushing you? Surely if he was, you would’ve said something or even tried to nudge him away. Were you cold? He hoped not… You did sometimes push him off of you because he was too cold. Sometimes he wishes he could provide you the warmth you always give him, but it’s not like he can feel it anywhere else other than his face. He hated that.
“You okay?” You questioned, your voice snapping him back to reality.
His answer was only a faint hum this time. He feels your hand brush his hair again, and you swear you can just feel him melt under your touch. It surprised you sometimes. A brash, flamboyant Galaxy Ranger, always full of energy and ready for the next journey across the stars almost turning into mush once your hands meet him. It was something you picked up on very quickly, and it didn’t take as long for you to realize why he reacts this way.
“Does it bother you?”
Your hands stop moving through the white strands, “Does what bother me?”
“This… My body. Does it-”
“No. Not at all,” you suddenly cut in, “You get cold sometimes, but that doesn’t bother me. Why do you ask?”
“…it’s nothin’,”
You turn your head to face him, nuzzling him knowing he can feel you there, “Well… It definitely is something, but… Whenever you’re ready, I’m all ears,”
He can feel you gently press a kiss on his head, and another, and another, and another. The only place where he can feel you, and you were practically showering him with small kisses.
He feels warm, especially when he’s with you. Maybe that’s why he always looks forward to moments like this with you because for once, even if it’s just for a moment, he feels human.
ehhh, this felt better in my head but oh well, I just really wanted to write Boothill
I don’t regularly post fics or hcs like this but maybe I’ll make a silly side blog for it if I do find myself wanting to write so much more for Boothill ( I literally love him so much )
best leader bang chan 🥺
for @sulfurcosmos from your stayblr not-so-secret santa <3
hehe happy holidays ti!!! you totally figured out who i was so quickly, and i had such a great laugh when you did 😂 even though i tried to play dumb until the end, it was obvious that you were onto me the moment you showed up in my inbox on anon too LOL anyways talking with you these past few weeks has been an absolute joy <3 i loved learning so much more about you and your own passions as well as our shared passion for one (1) bang chan 💕🥰 so i wanted to draw something for you that i think really represents all the love chan has for music, for his members, and for his stays! plus the stay lightsticks always remind me of thousands of shining stars, and space things always remind me of you! <3 i hope you have a happy new years ti 😘 love you bestieeeee~
I got some pretty washi tapes so had a bit of fun experimenting.
Snape's robes go, billow, billow, billow~ ♡
the sad thing is, everyone thinks they’re so forgettable, or they don’t mean anything to anyone. but you don’t see your high school friend, smiling to themselves, when they think about your quirks or how dramatic you used to be whenever you got a crush. you don’t see the person who saw you around a lot but was always too shy to talk to you. you don’t remember the person you helped, and maybe you didn’t do much for them, but you didn’t know that they were having a shitty month and you sparked their first real smile in weeks. you don’t see the person that secretly loved you too, who never forgot the soft words that you said, or the way you smiled whenever you saw them, or how you reminded them of sunshine and flowers; and how the thought of you pops into their mind more than you will ever know and in the randomest of places. you will never know that a soft song or strawberries or a sunset will remind someone of you. they will go to the beach and think of you for some reason, until they remember that the last time they saw a color as beautiful and as profound as the ocean was when they looked in your eyes. no one knows their impact on people, or their worth. no one thinks they will be missed when they leave, but they don’t know that once you go into someone’s life, even for a fleeting moment, you stay forever, and you take up a soft place that no one else could ever replace.
My adaptation of the God of Arepo short story, which was originally up at ShortBox Comics Fair for charity. You can get a copy of the DRM-free ebook here for free - and I'd encourage you to donate to Mighty Writers or The Ministry of Stories in exchange.
Again it's an honour to be drawing one of my favourite short stories ever. Thank you so much for the original authors for creating this story; and for everyone who bought a copy and donated to the above non-profits.
