Satan's Cup of Tea

Tofu 🍮 I draw, sometimes :) Pfp by a friend ❤️ Twitter: yoberrystrawgur / uuybuuy

[leornadodabvinci]

Hello, I’m Tofu!

I draw quite a bit, and I like posting them too o/ so feel free to send me drawing requests, or asks or anything and I’ll try my best to respond to them 😊

Into a lot of fandoms, from over the years. BIGGEST fan of Grand Chase though.

I mostly post on Twitter but I try to remember I have a Tumblr foo :”)

I hope you enjoy my stuff 🥰

[writertobridge-deactivated20230]

Saw this on Twitter and wanted to share.

[mimixixi080644]

小伙就这样暗中观察

[magiowlio]

silly doodles to figure out how I wanna draw these guys

[lozyrosie]

pikachu and skitty ko-fi request!

[leornadodabvinci]

You’ve become something you don’t recognize

[caitykofficial]

Throwback to impromptu dance parties on the set of Fortunately, Sarah.

Never bored when I'm with you Ezreal! <3

[pikles249]

[zeep-xanflorp]

rambles and thoughts on Summer of all Fears - a meta

what really stands out to me about this newest episode is how it portrays how both summer and morty respond to stress.

EPISODE 1 SEASON 8 SPOILERS UNDER CUT

morty goes off the rails. he lashes out in every way he can think of. he becomes violent, vengeful, antisocial. he focuses on clear but short term goals like getting out of jail and fighting a war. when he's not doing these things, he fixates on things like engineering and firefighting, that have very set in stone rules but that are complex enough for him to get lost in. his hobbies are distractions but they are also productive. he opts not to use the productive side of him in times of stress. perhaps this isn't even consciously chosen. it's his instinct to self destruct.

and that's where he and summer differ. when she faces the same challenges, she focuses on mastery. she wants power, perfection, and order. she results to manipulation. she focuses on long term goals. on becoming untouchable to others around her. she becomes president and doesn't just become a master of her reality, but also a master of herself. she becomes fixated on achievement. she's able to do this by working extraordinarily hard, planning things out elaborately, and pulling strings like a puppeteer. it's her instinct to take charge.

both of them, when put in a situation outside of their control, do what they can to reclaim their power. morty is unconventional and chaotic, summer is traditional and lawful. he tries to reclaim power himself, summer tries to reclaim power over the situation.

id be remiss not to mention the feminist reading of this. that in times of stress, women are expected to remain composed and rational or otherwise be labelled emotional. summer has the same societal learning as us. she feels pressured to prove herself to even a fake society. perhaps even to rick and her brother. she takes conventional means to gain power so she not only appears as in control but feels it. although she doesn't place particular value on what she's doing, she knows its a typically respected profession and she can make it suit her.

i think she's smart enough to realise this but i don't think she's able to solve it for herself. interestingly, when she gets out of the matrix, she defaults to her standard self. she rejects wisdom and feedback, and decides to live impulsively.

in the real world when put under stress, morty tries to control the situation. he often goes to rick to get help, someone who he believes can do and fix anything. but summer tries to control herself. their roles switch.

[namura018]

Starinh into his soul..

[ezrealducouteau]

[neo-nonero]

[korirror]

Я сделала это, я дорисовала 🙏 / I did it, I finished drawing it 🙏

[lovelynim]

so, one thing i love noticing about Dio's skins is the variation in his claws — which can definitely be used forrrr inappropriate purposes

this once gave me an idea for a clash between him and Sieghart. the setup was that Sieghart, despite being a cocky little bastard, was dead serious about throwing down with Dio, clearly showing all his aversion toward demons. maybe Dio turns out to be stronger, but he's not actually trying to fight for real, instead, he subtly tries to break the stereotypes in Sieghart's head and show that demons are capable of "mercy" too. so Dio pins Sieghart down and punishes him, but... well, you know the ways

i was hoping that one day we could bring something like that to life in a collab, but if that doesn't happen after all, i'd absolutely love to read it in your masterful writing. plus you haven't written ticklish sieg yet 👀 and again, happy anniversary to you, you are one of the cool oases in this tumblr desert. may you be not devastated ever. love you fabinski

I want to strangle you for requesting me DioSieg arghhhhh

Thank you for stopping by and for supporting me in the long run, Val! I definitely want to make something better to collab with you and, even when you avoid me at all costs, I will make it happen some day!!

The loud metallic sound from their weapons colliding echoed across the whole place, over and over again. Their clashing was followed by gasps and grunts filled with distress and annoyance, the whole fight looking a little too serious for just a sparring session.

Dio stepped back after blocking another hit, nearly losing his footing with the impact of Sieghart's blow. Dio could feel the murderous intent behind the strike — if he hadn't blocked it, his head would probably be laying somewhere else, detached from his body by now.

This was going too far, it was getting personal at that point. "Enough, human," Dio growled, standing back on his feet. "If you wanted an actual fight, you'd have asked for one in the first place. It's a waste of time to keep this on— agh!"

"Shut it!" Sieghart hissed, seemingly more annoyed by the fact that Dio didn't consider their conflict real until now. He clenched his hands around the hilt of his sword, pressing it as hard as he could against Dio's scythe. "Get out of my sight if you can't fight me for real!"

"You—" Dio pressed his jaw shut, almost falling for the taunt like Sieghart wanted him to. No, he told himself, they agreed to call a truce until the search in The Abyss was over. He couldn't, not yet. "Know your place!" Dio yelled, using his claw to disarm Sieghart and push the immortal down to the ground.

The loud thud lifted some of the dust off the floor, both Sieghart and Dio panting quietly until everything seemed to settle around them. Dio had one of Sieghart's hands trapped under his knee and the other pinned against the ground, making sure none of them would manage to reach their weapons.

"H-hah, I knew it," Sieghart scoffed, barely managing to arch his back off the ground, "you were holding yourself back, you bastahar— aHAh?! W-whaahat are you doho— ack, s-stohop it! Gehet your hahand off meheh!"

"Oh? I didn't expect it to actually work," Dio chucked, amused as Sieghart began to thrash and writhe under his grip. After an afternoon fighting against each other, it was tickling that Sieghart struggled with? "Pathetic," Dio teased under his breath, slowly dragging his claw across Sieghart's stomach, gently tracing over the fabric of his shirt.

Sieghart kicked his feet and planted his heels on the ground, trying to push Dio off him or just move away from the tickling, but lacked the strength to do so. After all that effort, the tiredness was finally get to him — at the worst time possible. "Y-yohou ahare pathehetic! Lehet me gohoh!"

"Not until you learn to behave," Dio grinned, almost wickedly, at Sieghart. The annoyed laughter sounded much more appealing to his ears than the battle cries and threats from a while ago, why would he even let them go back to that? He had Sieghart just where he wanted. "Maybe, if you can stand this, I will fight you like you want me to, human."

[lovelynim]

so, one thing i love noticing about Dio's skins is the variation in his claws — which can definitely be used forrrr inappropriate purposes

this once gave me an idea for a clash between him and Sieghart. the setup was that Sieghart, despite being a cocky little bastard, was dead serious about throwing down with Dio, clearly showing all his aversion toward demons. maybe Dio turns out to be stronger, but he's not actually trying to fight for real, instead, he subtly tries to break the stereotypes in Sieghart's head and show that demons are capable of "mercy" too. so Dio pins Sieghart down and punishes him, but... well, you know the ways

i was hoping that one day we could bring something like that to life in a collab, but if that doesn't happen after all, i'd absolutely love to read it in your masterful writing. plus you haven't written ticklish sieg yet 👀 and again, happy anniversary to you, you are one of the cool oases in this tumblr desert. may you be not devastated ever. love you fabinski

I want to strangle you for requesting me DioSieg arghhhhh

Thank you for stopping by and for supporting me in the long run, Val! I definitely want to make something better to collab with you and, even when you avoid me at all costs, I will make it happen some day!!

The loud metallic sound from their weapons colliding echoed across the whole place, over and over again. Their clashing was followed by gasps and grunts filled with distress and annoyance, the whole fight looking a little too serious for just a sparring session.

Dio stepped back after blocking another hit, nearly losing his footing with the impact of Sieghart's blow. Dio could feel the murderous intent behind the strike — if he hadn't blocked it, his head would probably be laying somewhere else, detached from his body by now.

This was going too far, it was getting personal at that point. "Enough, human," Dio growled, standing back on his feet. "If you wanted an actual fight, you'd have asked for one in the first place. It's a waste of time to keep this on— agh!"

"Shut it!" Sieghart hissed, seemingly more annoyed by the fact that Dio didn't consider their conflict real until now. He clenched his hands around the hilt of his sword, pressing it as hard as he could against Dio's scythe. "Get out of my sight if you can't fight me for real!"

"You—" Dio pressed his jaw shut, almost falling for the taunt like Sieghart wanted him to. No, he told himself, they agreed to call a truce until the search in The Abyss was over. He couldn't, not yet. "Know your place!" Dio yelled, using his claw to disarm Sieghart and push the immortal down to the ground.

The loud thud lifted some of the dust off the floor, both Sieghart and Dio panting quietly until everything seemed to settle around them. Dio had one of Sieghart's hands trapped under his knee and the other pinned against the ground, making sure none of them would manage to reach their weapons.

"H-hah, I knew it," Sieghart scoffed, barely managing to arch his back off the ground, "you were holding yourself back, you bastahar— aHAh?! W-whaahat are you doho— ack, s-stohop it! Gehet your hahand off meheh!"

"Oh? I didn't expect it to actually work," Dio chucked, amused as Sieghart began to thrash and writhe under his grip. After an afternoon fighting against each other, it was tickling that Sieghart struggled with? "Pathetic," Dio teased under his breath, slowly dragging his claw across Sieghart's stomach, gently tracing over the fabric of his shirt.

Sieghart kicked his feet and planted his heels on the ground, trying to push Dio off him or just move away from the tickling, but lacked the strength to do so. After all that effort, the tiredness was finally get to him — at the worst time possible. "Y-yohou ahare pathehetic! Lehet me gohoh!"

"Not until you learn to behave," Dio grinned, almost wickedly, at Sieghart. The annoyed laughter sounded much more appealing to his ears than the battle cries and threats from a while ago, why would he even let them go back to that? He had Sieghart just where he wanted. "Maybe, if you can stand this, I will fight you like you want me to, human."

[silentartcave]

My friends' Top 10 FG characters (1/3)

[magiowlio]

my art for the grandchase flower box collab! go check out everyone else if you're interested, they all came out SO gorgeous omg <3