Me La Pela , No Voy A Tocar Un Libro En Todo El Finde

ITS SO GOOD OMG

Xavier and James interactions are toppp

Seth’s is both terrifying gruesome but he has such a wholesome expression icant-😳😳

Also the angst for Max damn, Im with you bro I’ve been there

Merry Christmas Everyone!!!!

Here's some holiday sketches of the guys✨🎄

OMG THIS LOOKS AMAZING UR A SUPERSTAR

IM IN LOVE WITH RED RIDING HOOD EVE

❤️💕✨

Little Red and the Big Bad Wolf ♥️🐺

Ft. Concept sketch of Eve's outfit❣️

((Happy Belated Birthday @cloudishmagma !! I hope you like it 🥰🫶))

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Eve Watts ©️ @cloudishmagma

James Winston / Wolf James design ©️ @hotpinkmoon

prompt: You've been so good for me. Don't ruin it like this.

cws for yandere, self mutilation, imprisonment, mentions of past violence/abuse.

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You were tired of being good.

Tired of painting on smiles every morning at your vanity when all you wanted to do was scream, cry and curl into a ball. Tired of leaning into his touches even though it made your stomach twist and turn in the worst way. Tired of pretending as if you didn't loathe him with your entire being—as if you wouldn't rather die than have to spend another day isolated with him.

Alhaitham regards you with a placid look, and you tighten your hold on the jagged shard of glass in your hand. It easily slices through the skin on your palm--and it hurts, it stings and burns and you immediately want to throw the cause of your pain away and cradle your hand to your chest, but you don't. You grit your teeth and tighten your grip, wincing when it cuts in deeper, droplets of blood making a pitter patter sound as it hits the hardwood floor beneath your feet.

Alhaitham's expression changes then, but not by much. Someone else—someone who hadn't been forced to learn everything that made him tick out of necessity for their own wellbeing—wouldn't know what to look for, or even if they did, they wouldn't be able to spot it.

But you could, even if you wished you couldn't.

Alhaitham wasn't a man that was easily angered, never giving others enough power in his life to do anything besides mildly annoy him, but somehow, you were an exception. Ever since he had brought you here (where, you still weren't sure), gagged, bound, and drugged, it seemed as though his default emotion had been anger.

It was largely due to you, as he so often told you, but you failed to understand how that was your fault exactly. He had tricked you, taken you from your home —Mondstadt, of all places, the city of fucking freedom— and he had just expected you to accept your new life without any complaints? Tough fucking luck.

You couldn't win against him physically, but you had tried. His advances were fended off with kicks, punches and the dragging of your nails across his skin, and when you had been unable to use your limbs, you had even resorted to lashing out with your teeth. You never won these shows of strength, of course, but you had always felt a bit better after whatever transpired when you could see the marks of your anger littering his body.

After all the fighting and screaming had gotten you nowhere, you had decided to take on a different approach. You had became exactly what he wanted you to be; sweet, pliant, respectful, docile, weak.

Everything was 'Yes, Alhaitham', or 'Of course, Alhaitham', 'I'm sorry for hurting you, Alhaitham', 'Yes, I love you, too, Alhaitham'. It had been nauseating saying those words, and some days you feared you'd spew up vile with the way your stomach seemed to churn, but it had been worth it.

Despite how intelligent Alhaitham liked to believe himself to be, he was still a mentally disturbed man who longed for your affection, for reasons you couldn't even begin to fathom, because really, you were nothing special, or at least nothing special enough to abduct and keep locked away like some invaluable treasure.

"Are you planning to use that on me?" His eyes flit down to the shard that's steadily cutting into your palm, and with the way his jaw tightens and his eyebrows crease, you grow curious and want to check as well, but you don't dare take your eyes off of him. He's fast, quiet, nimble, and he'll be on you in a second, and then all those days you spent being his mindless doll will have been for nothing.

"No." You would have tried it when you were first brought here, but you knew now that you couldn't outfight or outsmart him. "I'm going to use it on myself."

The floorboard creaks underneath his weight, and before you could even finish your sentence, he was dashing forward with an outstretched hand, but you had been anticipating that. '

The glass is warm against your neck as it pushes against your throat, and Alhaitham freezes in his spot, Adam's apple bobbing and eyes rapidly blinking as he takes a step back. "You're being ridiculous."

"Fuck you." His eye twitches.

That would have earned you at least two days in an immediate "timeout", which consisted of you being locked into a windowless room with nothing but an hourglass filled with sand to keep you company.

"Threatening to mutilate yourself in an effort to make me let you go? That's such a stupid idea. You cry like a child at the least severe punishments, and now I'm supposed to believe that you'll slit your own throat if I—" He abruptly cuts himself off when you begin to drag the shard across your throat, and Gods--it really does hurt. Just like with your hand, it burns and it stings and you want to throw the cause of your pain to the side and allow yourself to be bolted in that miserable room. You know that he'll patch you up and stop the bleeding, and you almost relent, but you don't, you can't, so you push the shard in deeper, even as you cry out and sob, knees knocking together as you stumble back into the wall.

"L-Let me go. I want to go home." You gargle out, hands shaking and vision blurry as you blink away your tears. "I want to go home!"

"This is your home."

"No, it isn't! I live in Mondstadt! My home is in Mondstadt—" Talking disturbs the wounds on your neck, and you moan and groan at the pain, letting the pressure up just a bit. You had been fully prepared to off yourself if this final lunge for freedom fell short, but you hadn't anticipated just how much it'd hurt. It burns, it really fucking burns.

"Your home is—"

"Shut. Up."

"—here. With me. You'll always be with me. There is no leaving, no matter how much you've deluded yourself into thinking that there is. You're not going anywhere unless I take you there."

Alhaitham had once said that you were weak-willed. You couldn't remember what you had did that resulted in the attack on your character, but you think he may have been correct.

His words are spoken with an absoluteness that chills you to your core, and for a few seconds that horrible burning can't be felt. You're not leaving. He'll never let you leave—you failed again—this was foolish, just as he said—you won't be able to go home, not now, not ever—you really should just drive the shard in until you can't think anymore, but you're weak-willed, just like Alhaitham said.

Your hand is pulled away from your neck, and then the shard is carefully freed from your fingers before you hear it shatter on the floor. Something thick is pressed against your throat --a piece of clothing, you realize-- and hot tears race down your cheeks as you're led to the bathroom.

"And we're right back to square one."

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Him🥺❤️

Okay so this preview sketch is super rough bc I didn't clean it up yet but comparing it to one of my art pieces from a few months ago I think I've made a bit of progress!! Idk tho it could all be in my head & maybe I've actually regressed instead LMAO

The day is almost over for me and it was a bit hard

I had 3 exams and could go out to celebrate cuz I have another tmrw but

I really wanted to draw smthing small for my birthday so I did

I really want to go back to drawing Eve and a shit ton of fanart so I will

Maybe

19 already jesus

Frozen came out 10 years ago help I feel old

super special award for every1 who survived 🥇

Uni do be sucking me dry. I wanna draw so bad but I dont know what and I need to do like 102939 things.

I feel like I will lose a sense of myself if I don't dedicate time for myself, but I also don't want to fail.

So

Imma draw in the weekends

Good night

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