#i gotta keep practicing

[rediablos]

Sketches based on carlos nine

[erineas]

I might also have a bit of TV brainrot... Just a bit...

[mycatismyfriend]

I was your Watcher, Faith. I know the real you.

[smuggsy]

I tried drawing some Jaskier today.

[carttoons]

i tried my best 🐦

[tsaritsa]

"I'm sick" for the Bradleys, if you'd like to do that!

sorry for theslight delay anon! i wasn’t really sure what direction i wanted to go in for abit and every idea i played around with didn’t seem right. i hope you enjoythis!

warnings: pride thinking violent thoughts

It’s the little details, he thinks as he examines his complexion in the mirror, applying thefacecloth to his cheeks again. He grimaces a little at the pain – the faceclothisn’t hot enough to blister his skin, but it is just enough to make him obviouslyflushed and unnaturally warm to touch.

Existing as a homunculusin a world inundated with humans has always presented itself with a plethora ofproblems, but those are multiplied even more when you’re posing as a human child.It had been easier in his other lives – where he wasn’t quite as close to thechain of command; where his act didn’t need to be quite so enduring andconsistent – but now they are in the final stages of the Promised Day and Pridecannot afford to slip up and give his mother any reason to be suspicious.

So here he is,locked in the bathroom down the hall from his bedroom, carefully applyingnot-quite scalding facecloths in a bid to act naturalunnatural, in a bidto act human.

Carefully, he patshis face dry, watching as the bright red flush begins to recede. Too much andshe’ll think he just wants to get off school – of course he does, he haslearnt his timetables for the eighty-ninthtime and he isn’t sure howmuch longer he can keep up this façade of the ‘bright young boy’ withoutstabbing precocious Eloise Hamner the III in the eye with a colouring pencil.

If he can manage tokeep her attention for the rest of the night, his brotherfather can slipout undetected and Mama will hardly bat an eyelash in her husband’sdirection. Pride shrugs his shoulders and pulls out the plug in the sink, andwatches the steaming water drain away, the vapour curling and evaporating beforehis eyes.

He has perfectedthe wail now – the volume, the tone, the timbre that begins it and the gravellytinge that warbles towards the end. He knows exactly how to present himself – alittle teary, exhausted and smaller than the vibrant persona he has to be everywaking second of his not-life. He unlocks the bathroom door and turns offthe light.

“MAMA!” thecall travels easily down the hallway and there’s a pause before he hears the familiarrustle of her dress as she rounds the corner, her eyebrows pulled together.

“Selim?” she asks,kneeling down and running her hands over his shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

He sniffs a little,and rubs at his eyes with his arm. “I don’t feel good,” he answers, making theintonation on feel a little higher than normal. She raises the back ofher hand to his forehead and her expression softens, pulling him swiftly intoa hug.

“You’ve just got alittle fever, that’s all dear. Let’s go get some medicine, and I’ll call yourteacher tomorrow.” Her voice is warm and soft and she carefully gathers him upinto her arms. Mama smells of bergamot and honey and he curls his armsaround her neck.

As she walks in thedirection of the kitchen, her fingers absentmindedly stroke at his hair. Pridecloses his eyes, trying to ignore the warm sensation settling in his chest.

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[daehwi]

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[pearlgirl710]

nana just taught me how to twerk i think I THINK I CAN DO IT NOW MAYBE IUNNO