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ah, loving this

Your demonic guardian au kinda makes me think of the manga called kigurumi guardians! (Except in that they have to kiss the guardians for them to transform into attractive men ahaha) anyways, love your art and your comics! Have a nice day!! <3

Intense disgust

Bonus:

they probably need a mouth first??

Gosh, I miss Gravity Falls again

*Poses awkwardly* ta daaa

Whipped this up awfully quickly to celebrate the end of Gravity Falls. I should be taking bets for how long it takes Dipper to fiddle with the stone Bill in the woods  and accidentally unleash hell. You can never escape him Dipper YOU CAN NEVER ESCAPE

But I’m a huge sucker for forgiveness/redemption, so here’s my spin.

Goodbye Gravity Falls I’ll miss you <3

Hello, I am an amateur artist who loves a lot of things and I hope to share my journey of improvement here (and some stuff I do)

"You often said how excessively lavish everything is in Vere," Laurent says, "yet I find Akielon men to be similarly excessive."

Damen peers at him from his position on the bed, on his front as he cradles his head with his arms. "How so?"

Laurent picks his nails as he hums, "the statues."

Damen directs an amused gaze at Laurent's prone form by the window's ledge. Expect Laurent to nitpick everything.

Shaking his head fondly, he explains. "Multiple have been commissioned to depict Akielon men in their glory."

Laurent snorts, as sophisticated as one can be when doing something unappealing. "How predictably vain."

An amused breath passes Damen's lips before shifting himself on bed. Now, he lays on his back, gazing up at the ceiling.

Teasing, he says, "I prefer Kings' monuments showing them in their glory rather than those sly ouevres mostly hidden in unfrequented annexes."

Laurent rolls his eyes. "Of course you do. But not every art is made to have the public's eyes set on them. They contain messages that aren't easily expressed in words, so they show it instead."

Damen hums contemplatively. "No, the public aren't always the audience" he agrees, "But they're still made to be appreciated by someone nonetheless."

"Then what of the others?" Laurent asks. Damen twists his head to face Laurent, but his lover is looking out the window.

"What others?"

"The pieces that show unusual subjects unlike your glorified Kings." Damen pauses but, unnoticed, Laurent continues. "I saw you looking at one, a statue of a woman crying on her knees, in the gardens earlier. What of pieces like her?"

Licking his lips, Damen answers. "A message, as you've said. She's mourning for her husband before she was turned into a fountain by a God who heard her sorrow."

Laurent's brows rose at this. "How miserable."

Damen nods. "It is. It was commissioned to warn men of a wife's pain if they become careless with their own life."

Laurent nods in understanding, of what, Damen does not know. "And did it?"

He nods. "Some have had practiced caution since."

Laurent diverts his gaze to him, his eyes gleaming a beautiful blue from the moon's light., like water under night's glow.

"But you don't perceive it as a paragon of a mourning wife," Laurent says with a steady and firm gaze.

Damen smiles, shaking his head. "No, not really."

Exhaling, he closes his eyes. "When I looked at her weeping face. I imagined her mourning of another's death rather than her husband's," he quietly admits, "I thought of the life she could've lived and desired it to be her reason for crying. I appreciated her tears."

Laurent pushes himself away from the window and walk towards Damen, who doesn't move when he felt Laurent's shadow covering him, nor when a firm hand pressed on his chest.

Laurent drapes himself over Damen's chest, rising and falling under him.

"What's her name?"

Damen's chest expands with his inhale before he releases it, loud in the quiet of the night. "Egeria."

NOTES: excuse this since everything is rushed. But I just had to contribute something because Damen is lovely, duh.

Journal Entry_VEGASPETE

“Someday, judgment will come to you,” Pete hisses.

The drag of chains from the movement of his shackled hands clang loudly in the quiet of the room. And he, the devil himself, only smiled sweetly at this. Dark eyes crinkled in delight as his lips stretched into a beautiful smile with white fangs dangerously glinting behind.

“And no hell will ever accept you,” he finishes, venom coating his words as his eyes glare at the other in the dim lights of the room.

To this, the evil incarnate only laughs. Puffs of breath sensually intertwine with his low-timbred voice. A beautiful laugh, really. If only it wasn’t from someone so despicable as Vegas.

He tilts his head and approaches Pete’s kneeling form, hands raised above and feet bound on its spot. Quickly, the hand roughly clutched his jaw and tilted it, gazing up at the delighted expression plastered on Vegas’ face.

He is amused, Pete nervously concluded.

Shifting, he tries to move away. The chains rattling loudly at his subtle movement. But as he tries to withdraw, the grip tightened. The insides of his cheeks pushing to his teeth, premolars painfully touching the fragile buccal. He gulps, breath harshly leaving parted lips. Eyes diverting anywhere but of the figure casting him in its shadows.

He shivers, like prey, and he, the apex predator, pounces.

 Bending down at him with his vice grip, allowing no room for escape, he whispers, “Good.” Vegas’ face draws closer to his, round eyes unable to meet the sharp gaze. The pounding of Pete’s heart is loud in his ears as he forcefully moves away, but the hold, the fucking grip, on him doesn’t allow it.

“Khun Veg—”

“I only want you to accept me.”

Pete sucks a harsh breath. Wide eyes focused onto Vegas while he shivers at the words.

This cannot be real, his mind echoes. But with the half-lidded gaze so focused on him, he felt untethered in his panic. 

Oh my god, this shit cannot be happening.

Wide eyes rove anywhere but Vegas, trying to find a way out of this nightmare. Because if this is reality, Pete believes death to be the better option.

“Don’t worry, Pete.” 

His exhales warm Pete’s jaw as it crept slowly towards his neck. Painful grip, loosening to gently caress his cheek, but despite of its softness, he can feel it dominating his senses. And Pete wills himself to move away.

“I won’t hurt you.”

Still frozen, he can feel his chest rapidly expanding and deflating. His eyes darting from one corner of the room to the other as his mind scream for his mobility.

“Unless, you want me to.”

He moves.

currently reading and just had the urge to quickly draw the scene. though, i took a few liberties

Literally cannot emphasize enough that my #1 writing advice is to stop being afraid. Stop being afraid of sounding too cringe, or too stupid, or too horrifying, or too horny, or too weird, or too much, or too little, or too you. You need to put your entire pussy into your art. Sure, it won't be to everyone's tastes, but if you keep yourself to the blandest tamest safest roads possible you will be of no one's tastes, not even yours.

Do you sometimes read a fic writer’s work, and just… thank all the gods this person managed to get obsessed with the same fictional people you did?

My Tomarry | Harrymort recs

⭐ ★★★★★ All-time favorites or my top-tier

No Glory by @obsidianpen

A Dangerous Game by @cybrid

What He Grows to Be by Severus_divides_into_H @k-s-morgan

Consuming Shadows by @childotkw

A Future Without a Face by @dividawrites

And the living will envy the dead by Severus_divides_into_H @k-s-morgan

Either must die at the hand of the other by @metalomagnetic

love is touching souls (surely you touched mine) by @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger

The Train to Nowhere by MayMarlow

Vicious Circle by Bakuko

The two hundred and twelfth loop by Bakuko

★★★★★

Haunted and Hunted series by @obsidianpen (the one and only fic that made me cry)

(never) let me go by Ailora

dawn of a death of a dream by @cindle-writes

Inevitabilities by EclipseWing

Past’s Player by The_Fictionist

draw me after you (let us run) by @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger

Growing pains by Naomi_Riddle

I still have lots to read, I'm Tomarrymort fan since July '23 only :)

Some Tsukasa Theories

So earlier today, @sissaf and I got into a conversation about the current arc in the comments of Chapter 41 Part 1, and the topic of my theories about Tsukasa came up. I couldn’t explain all of this fully in a comment so I made an entire obsessive post about it instead… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

Just be aware these are just my own personal interpretations and opinions of what I’ve read up until now, and I could be entirely wrong, and no one has any obligation to read all this or agree with me^^

❀ Theories after the jump–>  [Spoilers up to Ch. 45] 

*Edited to include info from a comment on 08/30/2018~ 

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