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I felt like drawing Hima and Val bcs they’re just too cute 💔💔 these lovely ocs belong to @twstwonderlandstuff !! their writing is so good!!!! I hope u don’t mind me drawing them!!
sebek and his small waist...
"human, unhand me!" sebek shouts, flustered as valie places both his hands on sebek's waist. this - this human, confound it all! with absolutely no sense of boundary whatsoever, valencia presses on, even daring to encircle his arms around sebek's waist.
"sorry." yet valie continues, that rascal! but... but it's not like sebek has the mind to pull the human away... he can, if course he can it's just... well, he has no need to exert such efforts over a smaller human, that's all!
"'s so cute." valie's gaze meets sebek and- and oh, it's so fierce and unrelenting... it reminds sebek of silver's gaze, but in the most thrilling way you could ever think of. like... like he's been held in a vice grip. " an' tiny."
for some reason, the words that are often on the tip of sebek's tongue die when valie continues to curiously explore sebek's body. carefully, softly, like one would when discovering ancient treasure. it makes sebek feel... reassured. he knows he's more than capable than throwing valie off him, but- but when valie's hands roam towards his face, and his lips begins to pepper kisses on sebek's face... all the strength dissapears and in exchange, small whines leave sebek's lips instead.
polaroid (and the stories that come with it) [silver x sebek x oc comic]
...heyyyyyyy
art log!
LEAVE ME ALONE!!! SO WHAT IF I WANT TO DRAW HIM W/ HIS T*TS OUT
listen to me. I saw the screenshot and was like ohmygod that is SO them, y'know?
beel! honest opinion... I don't like belphegor, but for his brother, I'll tolerate his ass I just.... the fact that his murder w/ MC only gets resolved by MC being Lilith's descendant has never sat right with me. My man would've KILLED us if we WEREN'T, sooooo that's... y'know, grey area I mean ik they're demons n all BUT,,,
"pose, guys! ooh, maybe make a heart!" 🔶
and a redraw of valie!
NRC confessions (Valencia Karasu)
in which Valie wonders about something.
"Why does nobody in NRC say their friends with each other? Y'ALL, it is NOT lame to admit you got homies, like," Valie lets himself of the microphone, gives an exaggerated shrug and continues. "What's with this behavior, man, like...?"
"I'mma holler it it, right here, right now. Ace Trappola. You're a dickhead, but like we cool with each other, yeah? We friends! Now, now, he's gonna kill me once he gets this info, but yeah!" Valie points a middle finger to the camera, then continues, with a hand on his chest.
"Deuce Spade. My shawtie, my DAWG, you're the boss. Ye, ye, you tryin' you're best to make your mama proud, and I respect that completely. One-hundred percent."
"Grim, you're my best boy. You're so endearing, and sometimes you annoy me, but what kinda cat doesn't?" He can hear a small 'I feel you so much' in the background, chuckles, and continues. "When I leave NRC, you best become the coolest wizard in all of NRC, ya hear? I'll come back from my world to tell you otherwise."
"Follow my lead! La-la-laaa..."
"Followin' right along, sweetheart."
MY BOY... MY SON... MY ADORBS LIL MAN...
"just rest, senpai."
"but-"
"you're always saying you're lacking in training, but I don't see it that way. You struggle to not sleep, so when you do, there's this guilt you have that doesn't allow you to drift off as you should. that's why, today,"
valie gently lays silver on his lap, giving silver a small smile, running her fingers through his hair.
"i ask you to rest. it's not much coming from me, but from one friend to another... please?"
he shouldn't be doing this. he should be training, he should be giving his all , living up to his father's expectations.
but, when all he can see is the prefect's encouraging smile and the tender nature of... idk AHHHH THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ASOFT FIC BUT THE WORDS...