Also Im About To Cook Up Some Arlecchino Angst

Chernila's Birthday

Funny thing about Chernila she shares a birthday with Miko technically anyway, she doesn't know her actual birthday but she was born somewhere in late-June early-July and she thinks its on the 27th,

Anyway here's some Chernila and friends doodles ft: Tianfeng and Celia

Chernila my Genshin OC

Chernila my Genshin OC! They are a pureblooded dragon (Mother is a pyro dragon from Natlan, Father is the Sovereign Cryo Dragon) and some sketches of Chernila in the currently released nations :D

Chernila’s Cryo was essentially locked inside of them until the Tsaritsa almost killed them with frostbite, and despite having Cryo it’s not good enough for their father, so they spend nights in the snow, trying to become more Cryo in the hopes of making their father proud (despite the fact that Cryo hurts them) in other words Chernila just wants to be loved. Chernila can’t stand their reflection because of the frostbite on their face, (also because their father won’t look at them so obviously they must be messed up)

Real I am the bandages

[MW3 SPOILERS]

This is the canon btw I don’t know what game you played but this was the ending I saw.

Something something satosugu...

First time drawing using black as a highlight :D

JJK brainrot got me im doomed /j

Mornings in the Forest

Tw: Fluff and Cyno makes a bad joke

Cyno let out a groan as the sunlight beamed through the window, forcing him awake with its blinding light. Hiding away from the sun turned out to be quite a challenge, to be fair it would probably be easier if he did not cling to his husband like a leech. Said husband was curled up in Cyno’s arms, large fox ears twitching in his sleep. Cyno pressed a kiss to the crown of the fox hybrid's head, one hand scratching behind his ears. He couldn't help but find it cute how his husbands ears would twitch as he scratched behind them, the way they flopped and moved was in Cyno’s opinion adorable.

“Cyno…” His husband whined, ears flattening against his head as he hid his face in the crook of Cyno’s neck. “You woke me up Cyno-” 

“Ah- Sorry Tighnari.” Cyno chuckled, “I couldn't help myself… I just love how fluffy your ears are.”

“Cyno.” Tighnari whined, his tail lashing in annoyance, as he buried his face even further into Cyno’s neck. “I wanted to sleep- and you woke me up.”

“Sorry. Sorry Nari.” Cyno chuckled, “Can you forgive me my desert flower.” 

“Perhaps.” Tighnari grumbled, his tail swishing side to side as he yawned revealing his canines. “You ruined my sleep.”

“Please.” Cyno clung to him, pressing a few kisses to his husband's nose “I’m sorry for waking you up.” 

“Hmph- Fine I forgive you.” Tighnari let out a happy purr as he pressed a quick kiss to Cyno’s lips. The fennec fox hybrid wasting no time in dragging himself out of bed. “Come on Cyno, I’ll go make breakfast.” Tighnari yawned as he changed out of his night clothes and into his usual forest ranger outfit. Cyno sat up admiring his husband as Tighnari fixed his appearance, brushing out his tail fur with a wooden comb. “Are you going to stare at me all day or get out of bed?” Tighnari remarked as he brushed his hair. 

“I can't help it.” Cyno chuckled as he stretched, “You look-”

“Do not make puns in my presence.” Tighnari interrupted, shooting his husband a glare.

“I didn't even say anything yet-” Cyno protested.

“You were going to.” Tighnari narrowed his eyes as he dumped some herbs and mushrooms into a pan. Cyno huffed as he too got out of bed, brushing out his long white hair as he watched his husband from the corner of his eye. 

“So what are you planning to do today? Are you planning to go Collei-ng some herbs?” Cyno asked as he put on his jackal headdress. 

“...What part of no puns in my presence did you not comprehend.” Tighnari rolled his eyes as he fried the mushrooms. His ear twitched in annoyance as he cooked.

“That one wasn't that bad.” Cyno huffed as he adjusted his headdress. 

“It was dreadful.” Tighnari scoffed, rolling his eyes. 

“What are you doing today though you never answered?” Cyno grabbed his polearm, inspecting the weapon in his hands before placing it back on the rack.

“...I’m collecting herbs with Collei and clearing out some leftover withering patches.” Tighnari passed his husband a plate of fried mushrooms. Cyno spared no time in devouring the meal, not even bothering to sit down to eat. “And you?” 

“Just the usual, make sure there's no criminals or illegal activities.” Cyno’s voice was mildly muffled with how many mushrooms he'd stuffed into his mouth. 

“Should I pack you lunch then?” Tignari asked as he cut up some boar meat and added it to the pot. 

“Please.” Cyno sat up, stealing a few mushrooms off Tighnari’s plate and eating them. 

“Hey, that's my breakfast.” Tighnari swatted at him with his tail, “I already made you some.”

“I know, but I wanted some more.” Cyno explained himself as he watched Tighnari wrap his lunch in a palm tree leaf. 

“Here you go.” Tignari handed Cyno his lunch. “I made you samosas and a fish roll.” 

“Thank you, my desert flower.” Cyno cracked a smile as he pressed a quick peck on Tighnari's cheek. “Have fun teaching Collei!” Cyno grabbed his polearm making a move to the door.

“You come back in one piece.” Tighnari retorted, as he grabbed a satchel. “See you for dinner love,” Cyno’s heart fluttered as Tighnari pressed a soft kiss to his lips, he couldn't help but smile into the kiss as he kissed back. 

“See you then Nari.”

Domestic Farm Fluff GhostSoap

TW: Use of Ghost and Soap’s real names, tooth rotting fluff, and my coping

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“L.T you awake?” His husband’s words filled his ears, the heavy Scottish accent lingering in the air.

“M’ not your lieutenant anymore Johnny.” Ghost mumbled sitting up in the bed, the weighted blanket felt nice as Ghost wrapped himself tighter in it. 

“Ah, yer righ’ but yer still mine.” Soap grinned, pressing a kiss to Ghost’s jaw. “Now come on we gots to work on our farm M'eudail.”

“Five more minutes luv.” Ghost’s heavy English accent thickened as he tried to keep his eyes open. However his husband had other ideas. “Oi-” Ghost grumbled as Soap flopped on top of him, the shorter man pressing kisses all over his face to wake him up. “Johnny stop.” Ghost growled as he tried to sleep.

“No can do Mo chridhe.” Soap chuckled. “Come on! We gots to go feed the hen’s and milk dem cows.”

“...Can you do that?” Ghost asked opening one eye to look at Soap.

“Simon, yer so lazy.” Soap grumbled trying to push his husband off the bed. “Come on yer lazy Gowk. Is yer turn to deal with roosters.” Soap grinned as he successfully managed to push Ghost off the bed, his husband landing on the wooden floor with a soft thud.

“Oh come on Johnny. Didn’ have to push me off the bed. Coulda just woke me up normally.” Ghost grumbled as he got up, his joints popping as he stretched. “You eaten already?” 

“Firs' already tried, yer didnt wan to wake up. Second yer trustin me to cook?” Soap grinned teasingly as he passed Ghost, one of his embroidered cloth face masks that just covered the bottom half of his face.

“...Never.” Ghost hummed as he looped the straps of his mask around his ears. “C’mon Johnny, I’ll go make breakfast.” Ghost decended the wooden stairacse down to the lower level of their farmhouse, the dark wooden walls comforting and warm, he loved this home, and not just because his husband also lived in it.

“Whatcha gonna make Simon?” Soap smiled as he followed after his husband watching as the larger man started to grab different ingredients. 

“Pancakes Johnny.” Ghost hummed as he poured the pancake mix onto a pan. “Sleep well?”

“Like a wee baby.” Soap chuckled as he rested his head in his hands, watching his husband cook. “Yer got a nice arse Simon.” Soap teased.

“Shut up Johnny.” Ghost looked over at Soap, “Or I’ll leave you without pancakes.” 

“Wait! M’ sorry Simon.” Soap made puppy eyes at him, pleadingly clinging to him. “Jus’ dont take away m’ pancakes.” 

“You know I can’t say no to you luv.” Ghost chuckled, lifting his mask to kiss Soap’s forehead.

“Ah know. An am gonna exploi’ it till death.” Soap grinned wrapping his arms around Ghost’s waist and clinging to the taller man as he watched Ghost flip pancakes. “Yer know a love yer right M'eudail?” Soap whispered as he pressed kisses to Ghost’s neck.

“I know Johnny. I know.” Ghost chuckled, wrapping an arm around Soap. 

“Good. I think yer should remember that Simon.” Soap smiled softly as he rested his head on Ghost's shoulder. The two happily staying in their kitchen as Ghost finished up the pancakes. 

Translations~ M'eudail- dear/darling Mo chridhe- my heart Gowk- Fool

The colors are so pretty :0

Also Kaveh my fav pretty princess <3

vultur volans | paradisaea

The Hell Council

I present the Seven Deadly Sins, Rulers of Hell.

Sins in order are: Lust, Greed, Envy, Sloth, Wrath, Gluttony, and Pride

ManiaLucifer- Queen of hell and ruler of Pride  Angel and Asmodeus- Princess and Prince of Lust Hypno and Mammon- Princess and Prince of Greed Envidia and Leviathan- Princess and Prince of Envy Lullaby and Belphegor- Princess and Prince of Sloth Inferno and Satan- Princess and Prince of Wrath Devourer and Beelzebub- Princess and Prince of Gluttony

Some facts~

Pride has no male counterpart as ManiaLucifer is the sole embodiment of Pride Satan is supposed to be like a chihuahua, small and angry ManiaLucifer normally just uses Mania since her full first name is very long Envidia got a new name (her old name was Faceless) Devourer has hummingbird wings since they can never stop feeding :3 There are 13 Council members 7 female 6 male

The Genshin Brainrot is real

New hyperfixation aquired

Lots of thoughts recently. Everything feels plastic.

I could go on and on about why all that AI "art" is bad. I could mention theft, lack of creativity, it's impact on the work field and environment, but countless people have already said all that. I wanted to touch on something that to me is the most utterly wrong about all of it.

Art is more than just something pretty to look at or listen to. It's therapeutic. It's a form of communication. A tool for human connection. It's a pure, human need.

Support real artists ☀️