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I blame @edens-garden for this (but not really I love you bro)
So ... Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All is a game-
8th July 2021
A background and an OC, both done within the span of a day. I kind of like this one - the colour palette and digital painting worked quite well. (feel free to use the blank as a phone background - just tell people where you got it if they ask. Please and thank you.) 28th March 2021.
More phone art? Its more likely than you think.
Did I ever mention that I've made a shitty self insert for no fandom whatsoever that I've been drawing on my phone when I'm on the hour train ride to TAFE?
Yeah. That's a thing that's kinda been happening.
Brain: Make Vampire OC blue. Blue good colour. Me: Okay yeah makes sense. Livor Mortis: No fam vampires pink to purple based on skin colour. You pink bish. Me: ... Looks like its rewind time on self-insert/oc ideas. Maybe pink will look better? ((Sorry about only doing sketches for this. Im a lil lazy rn and I’ll do something better with the ideas. This is just brainstorming really)) 3rd June 2020
Totally not a self insert ^^;;
A very late submission for the missing coworkers by @springbon-t-art!!
Idk which employee number to put cuz I'm afraid that it might taken already
Facts about them!!
Any pronouns
Doesn't talk much (communicates using printed meme images)
Always lose stuff that's in her hands too easily (that's why the bucket is tied up so they just hang it on the shoulder)
Favourite ending: Skip Button Ending
This is sona insert, you can call him Nate
I literally made this in the last minute so uhh idk *thumbs up*
Self insert! Going to draw some goodies later
Comment on "Breeder Village"
Rough translation of the comment: "You gave me a thousand ideas with the premise of your fic [Breeder Village], can I use this for my OC and your Doflamingo? <3 <3"
Oh wow, thank you so much for liking my idea so much! I'm so honored!
The village is said to house "some of the most beautiful women the Grand Line has ever seen [...] from blondes to brunettes, young to old, tall to tiny, giants, mermaids, humans and even a celestial dragon or two." So please feel free to put your OCs in it!
Any female OC works for this, I'm so happy to bring the village to life a bit more by having other people's OCs live there too. The fic is of course NSFW and contains noncon, but if you want to slap your OCs in there then be my guest!!
Edit: This includes writing about it, making headcanons, art, whatever you'd like. All that I ask is that you link back to the original fic and don't claim the idea of the "Breeder Village" as your own in regards to Doflamingo! ^-^
Link to the fic! (Doflamingo x Reader)
Baby Doflamingo protecting Lovey Bug
"Don't talk to me or my loveybug ever again!"
Me + Doflamingo
Me + Rosinante
"Quickly colour it so you'll have a new pfp" I thought.
Two hours later I'm rethinking my ability to do things quickly.
It's the Amazing Spider-(Name Pending)!!!
I've been having a blast looking at everyones spider-sonas, so I figured I'd post mine here as well!
Close ups and behind the mask are under the cut, and make sure to click and zoom for better quality!
As for story there is no story. Only random fun facts that I'll share if prompted
turned my husband into a plush so he'll stop murdering people
Feeling in a good mood, so BOOM! SELF INSERT TIME BABEYYYYYY
(I'm still getting used to a set art style, don't judge me too harshly lmao.)
I freaking love their artstyle it’s amazing 💖
Here is my oc mic ^u^ 💖
Here ya go
Yeah I love my Family
❤️🚑 🧡🍁 💛🐝 💚🚛 💙🚒 🖤🥷 💖🌸
This was made by @poplyy_ on Twitter
And when I saw it I immediately thought of these two also my oc Mic is adopted by Optimus too. 😌😊
This literally took me 3 FUCKING HOURS
Hi
I made edits ♡
Her name is valentine btw
What more could you want, ❤️🔥x❤️🔥🤝💗u💗
Y'all know that little prank ppl do when they pretend you have smth on u and then boop ur nose when u look
I am the Grand Champ Uncontested
Doods go vroom vroo-
1.Little vent or an self insert of how i look like rn (?)
2.MM Leo cuz he and his bros are the silly billies
3.Twig from The mighty ones doodle i did in school cuz Josh Brener voices him and he's cool :> (the doodle is a bit out of character but meh)
Drawing I made
I draw a random drawing a while back featuring my oc, Abnus, and me. I just thought of a random drawing in my head and thought that it would be a good idea to draw it. So…yeah.
Also this drawing is a ✨HUGE✨ Draw The Squad moment😂
(Also, credit to my friend for drawing those little doodles in the background; they’re the best!)
If I was in the Movie "The Boy" pt 1
Note: I seen that Netflix added the film and I didn't hesitate to watch it. I absolutely love it. ❤️
can you do toji? Like where he comes back home to see you but your gone and he would start to panic because he doesn't know where you are and wondering if you left him and the reader left to go shopping for groceries and we wrote a note for him and telling him we was leaving to shop but he forgot and thought we left him Completely until we returned to the house with groceries and Toji on the floor crying? 😼 I hope this makes sense this is my first time requesting this 😊
Running Errands, Not Away
Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x reader
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: SFW fic, sad pathetic Toji, established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, domestic fluff, panic attack, a couple of swear words
A/N: Thank you so much for your request @sleepypulm ! You were the first to ask so I'm extra grateful to you <3. I got a little carried away and I didn't expect to write so much haha. I tried to do both Toji and reader POV. I hope my illustration of his panic was atleast a little realistic, going off my own experiences. I really hope you like it!
(image found on Pinterest)
Toji Fushiguro fears nothing. Why should he? He is the infamous Sorcerer Killer, after all. Sure, he doesn’t have any cursed energy. But that never stopped him, in fact even the Time Vessel Association begged for his help. He has hunted many and beaten more. Nothing ever gets in his way. But then he meets you. It’s as if the deeds of his past melt away in your wake, and his sins lay forgiven. The heaviness he carried within him seems insignificant now. You somehow brought back warmth and colour in his life. Sometimes Toji lies awake at night wondering what he did to deserve you. He never figured out why you loved him. He could barely express himself emotionally. He was a broken man from the inside and he had done everything wrong to fix that- gambling, killing, shady deals. Yet you never begrudged him of his shortcomings. All you did was love him. Quietly and loudly, through actions and words, in public and in private. You introduced him to all your friends, dragged him along to Sunday brunches and even made those stupid little sandwiches for picnics in the park. He’d never tell you that he actually loved those sandwiches, despite his protests, each and every flavour.
Which is why this hurt. Worse than when he had almost been gutted trying to take out some Grade 2 sorcerer. Worse than having shards of glass shoved down his throat. Worse than anything Toji had felt before in his miserable life. He had come home after a long day and was looking forward to sleep, you, a cold compress, and food. Not necessarily in that order. The keys jangled in his large hands as he pushed the door open. He called your name - once, twice, thrice.
That’s odd. No answer.
You always fling yourself at him like you hadn’t seen him in days every evening when he got home. You’d talk his ear off about your day and steer him to the couch while you asked about his. He had gotten used to this routine and after an initial few days of sulking, he had even leaned into it. But there was only pin-drop silence today. Worry blooms in his chest. Toji tried to tamp it down as he slid his bag off his shoulders. Maybe you were just taking a nap and hadn’t heard him. Or you were in the shower. Yes- that had to be it. Why else wouldn’t you answer him? Unless…
Toji stalks towards the closest door - the study - and flings it open. Nothing but darkness. Obviously unused, he shuts the door and takes off towards the bathroom. He didn’t even bother with the kitchen, the lights were off and only the fridge hummed gently. Nothing in the bathroom either. Toji’s heart was pounding now. That only left the bedroom, and he wasn’t liking his odds. He could see no light coming from underneath the door, but maybe that didn’t mean anything because, of course, you’d turn the lights off when sleeping… right? No such luck. Panic gripped him fully. Toji slowly makes his way over to the bed. The mattress bows under his weight. He can’t stop himself spiralling now.
You’re just late, that’s all. Probably traffic, work’s been crazy. You’re not the kind to just… leave. You wouldn’t do that, not to Toji. The fight you had last week over taking a trip abroad seems so inane now. Surely that wasn’t the reason. People argue, it’s normal. Maybe you’re at your mom’s. You’ll text him, or call him, or something. You probably just needed some space. Yep, that’s it. That has to be it.
The silence in the house suddenly becomes suffocating. It pushes its way into his lungs and threatens to take over his senses. Is this what a panic attack feels like? Toji tries to breathe. It’s the first thing they taught him, even before he lifted a weapon.
Breathe, control your body, control your mind. Panic helps no one, it only disrupts concentration.
Well, fuck that, Toji thinks. None of his training mattered now. Not when- not when you were just gone. Toji checks his phone one last time. His wallpaper- the picture he took of you laughing after he fell on his ass in the snow- seems to mock him now. Nothing in his messages and nothing in his calls.
You’re gone and it’s my fault, Toji thinks.
His breathing speeds up. He feels the weight of it all now like it’s crushing his chest. He slips off the edge of the bed, his wide shoulders shaking. His face feels wet and warm- Toji can’t even remember the last time he cried, not like this. His body heaves and his mind betrays him further- What did I do? What did I say? What did I not say? And then it comes down on him, all at once. The sobs he’s been choking down, his denial turning into sharp-edged grief. It feels like he’s stepped into some kind of quicksand and he’s drowning in the absence you’ve left behind. He doesn’t even try to stop it anymore. For once in his life, Toji lets himself feel.
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You hum in tune to the music blasting in your ears. Balancing a checklist in one hand and a shopping basket in another, you take a final sweep of the grocery store and confirm that you’ve gotten everything. It’s your second anniversary with Toji. Last year, you both decided to go to the fair like a couple of lovestruck teenagers and shared a slice of cake (black forest with cherries on top, Toji’s favourite) to commemorate the event. This year, you decided to surprise Toji with a home-cooked two-course dinner. The menu consisted of lobsters on pasta and black forest cake. After paying for the groceries and bidding the cashier a good night, you drive home in the quiet evening. The orange of the streetlamps cast a magical glow on the streets and you marvel at the calm in the neighbourhood. A peaceful night in, you conclude.
You grab the paper bags and head to your shared apartment. The keys jiggle in the lock and the door creaks open softly. You slip inside and kick your shoes off. The clock on the mantle tells you that you had accidentally stayed out later than planned so you hurry to the kitchen and begin setting things up. As you haul the fridge door open, you hear it. You freeze in place. Was that… a sniffle? Confusion floods your mind. As you cast a glance towards the door, you note Toji’s bag next to the shoe rack. He’s home already? But that means… was that Toji crying? You’re utterly baffled now. Following the source of the noise, you head to the bedroom.
“Toji?” Your voice is soft but it seems to echo in the stillness. You take another step forward and scan the room. And then you see him- on the floor at the edge of the bed, hunched over, his muscular frame shaking. Your heart twists. You flick the lamp switch on and take cautious steps in his direction.
“Toji,” you call again, firmer but still gentle. He doesn’t respond, doesn’t even look up. He’s clearly in distress, although you don’t know why. His breathing is uneven and he doesn’t move. A sharp spike of fear courses through you, but you ignore it as you kneel beside him, placing a careful palm on the flat expanse of his back.
“Hey,” you whisper, struggling to keep your voice steady. “What’s wrong, honey? What happened?”
Toji flinches at your touch and finally looks up. His eyes were lined with red and full of something you couldn’t place- Guilt? Despair? He stares at you for a long moment, as if he’s never seen you before. Your worry increases. You’ve never seen Toji cry. Ever. You can feel your heart breaking. Something must be seriously wrong and you open your mouth to ask him again but he interrupts.
“You—” he croaked, his voice raw from what you assume was hours of crying, “You came back.”
You’re even more confused now but you’re slowly piecing it together. “Toji,” you say firmly, wiping the tear tracks away from his face, “I didn’t leave, you silly man. I went out for groceries. Have you forgotten what day it is today?”
He shakes his head and his breath catches again- it’s like he doesn’t believe you, or won’t. You don’t know what’s worse.
“I thought,” his voice cracks, “I thought you were gone. That my past, the things I did… I thought you had had enough. That I—,” You don’t let him finish as you pull him towards you, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. You feel Toji sag against you. His large hands come up slowly, and he clings to you as if you’d vanish if he let go.
You stroke his hair gently and murmur into it, “I’m here, Toji. I’m not going anywhere. I love you. I see you for who you are, and you can’t scare me off, I promise.”
“You didn’t call, you didn’t text… I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend, I know you deserve better than someone like me and I just thought that you’d.. found someone or something better, and that you’d just left me and I wouldn’t blame you but—”
“Toji, stop,” you command. Your heart aches. You had no idea he still had these insecurities and you feel guilt creep in that you haven’t been able to assure him otherwise. “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not true, all right? I’m not leaving you. I’d never do that. I love you and we’re in this forever, okay?”
He doesn’t respond so you you just hold him tighter, hoping that your embrace conveys the reassurance your words can’t.
“Toji, I left you a note. You didn’t check the kitchen, did you? I thought that’s where you’d go for a snack after a long day, which is why I left you the note on the counter saying I’d be out for groceries. Oh, you big fool, Toji,” you’re scolding him now, “All you had to do was take two steps into the kitchen. I had to run out for groceries, it’s our anniversary tonight!”
Toji’s stiffens in realisation and he pulls back slightly. Embarrassment flits across his handsome features and he wipes a large paw across his face as if to scrub away traces of the panic that had gripped him earlier.
“Anniversary, huh?” He grumbles now, almost sheepish. “You.. uh.. just getting groceries? I thought—”
You laugh, feeling relief wash away your fears. Of all the times he’d called you melodramatic, it turns out he was the drama queen. You’re grinning now, “I wasn’t leaving you. I’ve been planning our anniversary dinner for weeks! I guess I’ve got to make it up to you now.”
Toji’s face turns a shade of red you’ve never seen before and you lean in to plant a kiss on his downturned mouth. He sighs, but he’s not angry; just embarrassed at himself for not taking a second to consider other logical conclusions. A small giggle escapes you as you watch him pull himself back together.
“I… I’m sorry.” He says it quietly, his eyes cast downward. “I just… I didn’t know, and I freaked out, and I thought maybe... I don’t know... you were done with me.”
You soften at his words, brushing his hair back from his forehead gently before cupping his face in your hands, making him meet your eyes. You run your thumb over the faint white scar across his lips.
“Toji,” you say, your voice tender. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me, all right? I don’t care how much you think you mess up or how much you doubt yourself. I love you, and that’s not changing.”
His expression starts to shift as he takes in your words, the tension in his body easing slightly, but his eyes are still filled with uncertainty. “You really mean that?”
“I really mean it,” you reply, your smile softer now. “And as for tonight—let’s just forget about the grocery disaster and make it special anyway, yeah? We’ll laugh about this in a few years. How a big lump like you panicked and cried instead of taking the time to read a piece of paper.”
He chuckles, his hand coming up to gently grip yours as if holding on to that reassurance a little tighter, a smile slowly breaking through the wall of his insecurity.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I guess we will.”
thank you for reading! i appreciate any feedback. likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated. my requests are open. do not plagiarise my work and/or repost it anywhere without crediting me.
Take two!! Did their tattoos!!
Okay so in order!
1: library of alexandria burning memorial tattoo! Tried to do thw painting but its pixels so
2: sandstone layering, mostly because i find it pretty!
3: joan of arc riding into battle! Barely visible though
4: two fossils, i dont know anything about fossils! Its the shell one and one that looks like a bug stingray? Not sure!
5: two dinosaur skeletons!
6: bones!!! Fun fact, i love bones!! The arm and hand thing is something i always drew on myself in sharpie(and promptly got in trouble for) and i actually made a shirt with a spine down the back and ribs once!
That should be it!
Not sure how this is gonna be received but im proud of it!!
Sometimes when i cant sleep but want to i draw myself and a comfort character sleeping,,, Is it too obvious how shaky my relationship with sleep is?
Edit: WAS NO ONE GONNA TELL ME I FORGOT THEIR TATTOOS???
2 gay paranormals walk into your room wyd?
I drew me and @valjeanbo as mob characters because why not
[ HOSPITAL ]
Now. You might be wondering why on earth my first thought was that I was a reincarnate rather than—well rather than something normal like coming out of a coma or being miraculously saved at a hospital.
(Miraculously—heh. You’ll get that joke soon enough).
But let’s review the facts, shall we?
Firstly, I got stabbed and bled out. I felt myself die. It was horrible, and agonizing, and quite frankly horrifying, but there’s no mistaking that sensation. Nothing else would compare, and I knew that I’d carry that feeling for the rest of my life. (Would that be the appropriate term, if the way I was alive counted for anything? The rest of my existence, maybe?)
Secondly, I woke up somewhere cold and unfamiliar. Not in an ambulance, not in a hospital bed, but rather with the strangest bone-deep conviction that I was somewhere warm and all-encompassing and suddenly wasn’t. This confused me the most, because—as I said—there was no possible way for me to have survived in any normal sense. It would take a miracle and a half, and evidently that hadn’t come up if the way I was carried around in the arms of strangers as though I weighed nothing had anything to say about this absurd situation.
And thirdly. This was the most damning part of it all: the last words I’d heard before I’d fallen asleep.
“Félicitations, c'est une fille!”
With my limited high-school French, even I could understand this.
Congratulations—it’s a girl!
So, with all these clues, with everything adding up the way it did, is it even a mystery that my first thought was reincarnation?
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When I wake up from my impromptu nap, it’s to warmth. Cosy, pleasant warmth, the kind that makes you want to burrow further under your covers and maybe kick your feet due to the sheer contentment you feel, and drift lazily to sleep.
I was set on doing that—determined, even, to push away all thoughts of the sheer magnitude of this situation, and the absurdity of it—but my stomach decides that it’s going to rebel and make me aware of the fact that I was starving. The sensation is overwhelming, my tiny body wracked with hunger that felt devastating, and I do the only thing that this tiny body is capable of doing. I scream. I cry.
This is vastly different from my last outburst. That was the confused, panicked wail of an adult-turned-baby, and with the confusion and overstimulation and bright lights and cold and the smell of hospital disinfectant and being wet and slimy and being slapped on my rear—
Yeah, there was nothing left for me to do except scream; no recourse available apart from distress that was devastating in its intensity.
This cry of mine is instinctual. It’s what this body decides to do, and before I’m even aware of it, I’m doing it again. Louder, even, as though my mouth and lungs have remembered what to do and are compensating for the initial delay. My limbs are trapped in fabric, and before I can panic at that, I’m lifted. Cradled.
My eyes are closed, squinted, and I’m sure that even if I could open them, I wouldn’t be able to see anything. But my ears don’t have that problem, and I can hear a soft voice murmuring in that same musical language—which I can now tentatively identify as French—and I can hear the snap of something, a strap loosening and then—
Oh.
Oh.
Warmth. A new kind of warmth. It’s sweet, and rich, and flows down my throat like I’m starving. (As an aside, this was my first taste of food in this new life, no matter the source. No wonder I felt euphoric, almost drunk on finally filling my stomach, when this tiny body had never even felt so much as a hunger pang before).
I don’t think; I just act, latching onto the offered source of food and drinking as though my life depends on it. It’s humiliating. It’s weird. It’s something that I adamantly don’t want to think about, my mind shying away from exactly where I’m greedily guzzling from.
The voice above me hums softly. It’s a lullaby I don’t recognise, and it sounds soothing. My eyelids droop, a deep satisfied sleepiness creeping in again. This body betrays me by falling asleep, and honestly? I don’t fight it. I don’t want to think about what happened. I don’t want to process all that’s happened. Not now. Not yet.
I sleep.
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