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I was a little bored, so I tried playing with Tanjiro's hair and eye color. Flame-clear is fine, but what about sky-clear? Oh, my favorite bright baby

Trying to draw again after a few years… Oh, I really haven't done it in almost four years? Phew, well, a sketch of my oc for kny, a mess of scales, fins and my tattoo. No one forbids half-breeds to have tattoos, right?

My therapist once told me to do an exercise where I drew my emotions and feelings of choice in circles. So, I drew the feeling of love and safety as a body wrapped in the embrace of many snakes. Strangely, it still feels safe and loving to me, and I might try this exercise again, many years later.

Despite their abrasive exteriors and distinct personalities—Sanemi’s hot-headed and impulsive demeanor contrasting with Obanai’s reserved, critical nature—they exhibit a bond strengthened by their mutual rivalry. […]. Obanai, known for his sharp tongue, rarely directs his criticism toward Sanemi, and Sanemi, for his part, values Obanai’s discipline, seeing it as a challenge to match his precision and surpass his limits.

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA and OBANAI IGURO in Demon Slayer, Hashira Training Arc

I breathe I breathe, I don't breathe, these two-

Oh, yes... The moment Genya fell in love.

No but seriously he's like: "He doesn't have ulterior motives? He genuinely wants to help me? He's being kind to me? Why am I feeling so fuzzy and warm inside? Why his eyes look so pretty out of the sudden?"

thinkin’ bout ₊˚⊹♡ husband!sanemi ♡₊˚⊹

♡ husband!sanemi who cried like a baby on your wedding day.

♡ husband!sanemi who holds your hand in the marketplace and lets you tug him along to go see whatever it is you want to see — a new rug, a vase, a little trinket you’ve got absolutely no space or use for.

♡ husband!sanemi who hogs the covers at night and cheekily insists you have to cuddle up close with him if you want to get underneath them to get warm. 

♡ husband!sanemi who lets you sleep in on your day off, wakes up early to do laundry and make breakfast and kiss you on the forehead when you finally wake up towards noon.

♡ husband!sanemi who sits next to you in pillar meetings, your pinkies linked on the wooden floor as the master speaks. 

♡ husband!sanemi who keeps watch while you rest on a mission, vigilant and alert. nothing’s going to hurt you, not on his watch—even if he has to stay up all night. 

♡ husband!sanemi who just grits his teeth and takes it while you beat his ass for being mean to genya, dragging him away by the ear as you berate him loud enough for the entire house to hear.

♡ husband!sanemi who doesn’t hold back on you in pillar training, knowing you can take it. he just wants to make sure you’re at your best. he can’t have you slacking off in the field, y’know?

♡ husband!sanemi who patches you up quietly by the fire at night after he’s beat your ass in training all day. his touch is gentle now, fingers ghosting over your bruises and wrapping bandages around your cuts. if it’s really bad, he’ll kiss you better. 

♡ husband!sanemi who fights to get you on missions together so he can look out for you, but if he can’t, will kiss you good luck and tell you he loves you before you leave. 

♡ husband!sanemi who waits at the door for you to come back, keeping dinner warm on the stove, and sprints across the lawn when he sees the outline of your form coming up the hill to the wind estate. 

♡ husband!sanemi who keeps the letters you write him while you’re away in a box in the closet, and reads them when he misses you (he’ll die before admitting this much). 

♡ husband!sanemi who, with your help, finally manages to begin mending his relationship with his younger brother. who stops, arms full of food, in the doorway when he sees you and genya sitting at the table together during dinner, laughing and eating. who is overwhelmed by the love he has for his little family, and who would fight with everything he has to protect it. 

divider by @/saradika-graphics — sacchan….my sacchan….please. i am so very soft for him. anyways, i’ve been sitting on these for a while and decided to lock in and finish it. hope you like! love, - 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢

obanai being so touch starved and sanemi being so good with his hands, his words. sanemi, who was supposed to just be his best friend, enveloping him in his arms, tangling the sheets around them as his fingers skim over obanai’s face, caressing his cheek and all the while whispering soft, nearly unintelligible praise. his lips ghosting obanai’s clavicle, teeth nipping at his skin as he growls under his breath that, fuck, obanai is so fucking attractive, and he can’t get enough of him, and that he has no reason to feel insecure. and obanai’s laying beneath him, his hair mussed, a rosy blush dusting his cheeks. he’s leaning into sanemi’s hold, allowing himself to crave openly. then they’re just cradling one another, skin pressed against skin, sharp breaths steadying as they gaze at each other, eyes full of so much unspoken infatuation. it feels like safety. it feels like everything either has wanted for so long, but have been too scared to voice. and suddenly, its like there’s something between them that has never been there before. perhaps it had nudged at the edges of their conscious, trying to find its way through. but it didn’t make it in until now, seeping from the warmth they shared. there was a name to it, somewhere. something soft and gentle and reckless and amazing. the title was unsure, for now, but, possibly, one day, they may let it be synonymous to love. perfect, uncertain, beautiful love. all for them.

undersea animals when a whale dies

I GOT THE TANJIRO EARRINGS I CAN'T STOP SQUEALING THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL

I can't help but think about the connection between the elements in the Breathing styles.

I just often observe and participate in how strong and solid the connection between water and air is, how they intertwine with each other, it's an undeniable power and beauty.

I'm tormented by thoughts about… What if neither Sanemi nor Giyu had suffered so much from their past, if everything had turned out differently?

Their pain and loss exposed the dangerous and wild sides of their elements. Wind can be a monstrous destructive force, just as Water can be indifferent to any life. Sanemi is prickly and furious like a damn hurricane. Giyu is like a dark rain, washing away your soul and any feelings.

But…

Their connection could have been different.

Not just joint sparring, during which Shinazugawa would try in every way to hurt, wound and injure the Hashira of Water, no, it could have been warm smiles. Tenderness and affection from both sides. Like a gentle breeze, giving comfort after the heat and pushing you forward from behind. A gentle touch of life-giving moisture that washes away any worries from you.

I cry, imagining Sanemi smiling that same sincere childish smile, laughing softly, while Giyu looks at him with his dark blue eyes, in which life has not faded, which sparkle like sunbeams on the surface of water…

SORRY, I'M TOO STUCK IN THISSSS

Idk if you all played this game but this is a sign you should

I can't help but think about how the Hashira elements affect them and reflect them.

For example, what if Sanemi was called Breeze? Despite his defensive aggression, I feel like he's like the Wind, playful and active, and can provide a slight calm, like a cool breeze after a hot day.

Okay, okay, maybe I'm crazy, but I can't let go of this thought.

Giyu, if his injury hadn't overwhelmed him so much, would clearly be very accommodating and understanding, someone who would keep his comrades from doing anything too reckless. He's generally soft and gentle, like a light rain during a sunny period.

Maybe I should write more of these headcanons!

I'm a little nervous about posting my work here for the first time, but I hope you enjoy it! This is a short essay about my character and my friend's character in the Demon Slayer setting, so don't be surprised by the weird names. Both are adults! Enjoy reading~

Warnings: nsfw, modified clitoris, some roughness, girl dominance, anal sex, mention of oral sex. Minors do not read further! Miyamoto feels like he's just suffocating from the frantic pace, like his thighs or head are about to give out on him, while his groin is so wet from the huge amount of lube dripping down it, making the futon underneath them wet.

Under him… And her. *****

"Vales-chan, are you okay?" the Gyomei student asks with slight concern, visiting his friend in the room reserved for her at the Corps headquarters, where the half-demon was currently resting, but did not come out to train.

But Giyu-san wanted to practice the technique with her again…

"I'm okay…" the girl quietly responds, shaking her head while scratching her pointed ears with her claws, like an animal, not wanting to leave the blanket.

Miyamoto frowns sadly, worried by such an answer and behavior.

Have demonic fits in her behavior overtaken her now? "I can help if you tell me what's bothering you, - he assures with a soft smile, to which she turns her "flattened" pupils to his figure."

"…" *****

Vales growls and chokes on saliva, mercilessly moving on the flesh of the former nichirin bladesmith, drool dripping from her bared fangs and flowing from her lips, while she again and again rises and falls on Miya's hot cock, pressing the man's hips into her poor futon, holding him under her without effort.

His eyelashes flutter, his mouth and lips are wet with her juices, because she literally fucked his lips and tongue with her hips, not letting him breathe until he thoroughly licks her pussy, making her see stars.

Miyamoto is lost in how many orgasms they both experienced, he lost count.

He simply prayed to all the gods and training from Lord Gyomei and Rengoku, still breathing under the onslaught of the half-demon.

He doesn't even know if she's so hungry herself or if it's her nature from her father… ***** "Miyamoto-kun, I have a problem…"

She doesn't hold back her animalistic, wild moans and growls of delight and pleasure, her long tongue sticks out of her mouth, also opening a small fanged mouth at the end, testifying to her pleasure.

Her demonic essence is now expressed especially brightly, reflecting on her body, her hips are completely blue and have changed into her beautiful paws, behind such a juicy ass, not hidden now by the pants of her fighter uniform, her tail with a membrane is visible, with which she hits his legs, while she tortures his hips and penis with her pace, while her pussy seems to be trying to devour the poor blacksmith, milking him dry.

Without feeling the power of authority that a Hashira or a male demon would have, she takes full control, fucking Miyamoto until he loses his pulse, leaving bites and scratches on his body, growling and snarling, a real fiend of the night. ***** "What can I do for you, Vales-Chan?" *****

The growl in her throat grows even after the orgasm that they both just experienced again, her modified clitoris, now large and similar to some kind of sea creature, still leaking and pulsating, until she does not take her eyes off Miya. "On your knees." *****

The poor man just cries and whines, feeling the demoness holding his hair, leaning on top of him, pulling his poor disheveled tail, growling and literally screaming with pleasure, while her hips are madly pounding into him, while she is ripping him from behind with her… Cock.

Gods, she can use it as a cock, and she does not spare it, taking everything she can.

His ass is red from the slaps of her hips, the stripes of her claws on his skin are stinging, making him whine, he does not know how much more he can take.

It seems like she's going to fuck him to death- *****

"You're so sweet, Miyamoto, I could eat you whole~ You helped me so much, I'll have enough for the morning~" a hoarse but gentle voice coos in his ear as he lies on the futon torn by claws, feeling himself leaking after her, while Urokodaki's student licks her lips, then gently kisses his temple, making him sigh in embarrassment."

"Good boy~"

*holds you in my mouth perfectly safe between my sharp teeth bc i love you*

In connection with my new job, an interesting thought occurred to me.

Enjoy the mess of my head!

Tahu - rooibos with strawberries, pomegranate and red cornflower.

In fact, it is more of a tea drink than tea itself; there is no base for that.

Rooibos comes from Africa, like Tahu - from the hottest heat.

Despite this, it has not only a bright taste, but also the sweet delicate notes of Ta-Vahi before the fire.

Gali - Milk Oolong.

Few people can immediately understand it, but if they succeed, then it’s like tea when brewed correctly - a delicate and soft taste that refreshes, without the wrong impurities. You don't soak oolong in milk, you fools.

Lewa - Herbal green collection with mango and pineapple. It seems like there are anchan leaves flashing in it?

A complete cacophony at first glance, but the taste is a bright tropical juicy taste that takes you into dreams of parrots and jungles.

Onua is Pu-erh, in which some buds of the tree itself have been added.

It seems strange to many and seems primitive in its origin, but if you try it, you can get hooked. It has the smell of spicy earth and herbs, and the buds give off a delicate sweetness.

Pohatu - buckwheat tea.

An absolute madman in an absolutely harsh environment. It smells like honey and is invigorating.

Kopaka - Earl Grey.

A follower of the classics who finds it difficult to accept something new, but if you choose the right blend, it reveals itself from new unexpected sides.

NECRON 99 / PEACE Wizards (1977) dir. Ralph Bakshi

The Beast that Bothers

My heart is gone

Swamp Star | Baldurs Gate 3

Retelling The Hobbit Chapter 16: The Song of the Lonely Mountain First chapter / Previous / Next

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*crumbles into dust after finishing this* Thank you for reading! This The Hobbit webcomic adaptation thing takes a lot of effort to put together and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate every comment. I also really appreciate the people who’ve spread the word of this comic to their friends! <3

And finally, we’re at the Song of the Lonely Mountain! Within Tolkien’s canon, The Hobbit is an in-universe book that was “written” by Bilbo Baggins, who occasionally lies/embellishes/exaggerates things. The tonal differences between The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings are explained by Bilbo and Frodo/Sam being different kinds of storytellers, with different relationships to “the truth.” This idea is the core of how I’m adapting the novel!  Bilbo is an unreliable narrator who is literally ‘drawing’ from his own limited experiences;  the different art styles reflect the different perspectives of other characters.   The “dwarf art style” in this chapter is inspired by stonework/metalwork in general— but especially by a mix of art deco, Celtic art, and European folk art. 

The central tension of the comic is between Bilbo and Thorin, who each have wildly different ideas about what kind of  story they’re in. Thorin is in a grand fantasy epic, while Bilbo is in a lighthearted children’s book adventure.  The tragedy is, obviously, that only one side of the story ever gets to be fully told.

On a sillier note, a few years ago I had my first gay crush on a lesbian who sang while playing the piano. This chapter is dedicated to the piano lesbian. I hope they’re doing well, wherever they are. XD

I think I might need a bit of a break but I’m hoping for the next chapter, titled “Dawn,” to arrive on January 13th. And your comments/support really do help motivate me to get more done! ^_^

I've been thinking a lot about that one post I made a while back and wanted to see it in the form of a comic.

Original post underneath for reference.

Turaga Onewa standing on the side of a new carving site in process looking on like this

post now

Following my dreams and making bionicle fanmerch in the year 2023

I like how: "We all make mistakes. That's what happens when you're brave enoughh to make decisions." Sounds like some inspirational quote from some long dead philopsher... ...but it's actually said in a Bionicle movie by this guy:

this series did not need to go this hard

KAPOW!!!!!

I found out about Mari Lwyd - and I fell in love with the concept. Here are some of my Lwyd arts I drew during the last couple of years The most recent art is here

P.S. - don’t forget about the frogs

got reminded earlier of the berserk english dub outtakes and how iconic specifically this one continues to be

A rough sketch of one of my main characters. It's unfair, I really love clawed hands, but I don't know how to draw them at all.