#{i guess it's a hc then lol}

[wolfythewitch]

Henry Clerval and the creature

[goldsnek]

'Sup! Started making a longer Radioapple fancomic, takes place some time after S1 ending.

CW :canon divergence,violence, pre-relationship, 7 deadly sins mention

I'll be posting 3 pages each time! page 4-5-6

[blu3b3rrin]

uhhh parkciv ate my brain so i jumped for the cringeass yaoi

EDIT: minecraft but i read yuri in PARKOUR CIVILIZATION (this comic is loosely based on this fic ↓) https://archiveofourown.org/works/59668831/comments/839813416

[fl00mie]

cross you fucking giraffe

some biblically accurate(? heights

[oceanwaves-mp3]

redraw of my first dsmp fanart back in 2020, this is it with and without the filter <:)

i look back at the original and cringe a lot, but this was really fun to do and it's nice to see just how much i've improved in the course of 4 years

[parisoonic]

Herbert?!!??

[kashmimo]

baby pokemon trainers 🐣

[cheriboms]

[spite] has entered the chat >:P

[willyhoos]

the mikes.. the michaels, even...

[nhyhu]

@hot-scarian-summer-2024 - Day 1- A Memory in Amber- Dancing- Festival

wow look at them so happy im sure nothing bad will happen to them tomorrow :))

there was actually 2 concepts for day 1 (and day 2)

[itsnotmourn]

breakfast date with a side of death glare

art trade with @eatyourmaker !! except i went overboard and made my part into a comic HEHE

fanfic below because i’m not sure how to alt text this without going overboard :’3

———————— A TREAT YOU DESERVE

“How about you tell me what you want for breakfast? My treat.”

Evermore places his hand on Rick’s back as he lets the tired man think.

It’s a cold winter morning. Although the sky is a nice blue, clear and clean, it is awfully windy, and even when the air is still, the cold bites when it can.

The mayor of this small simple town finds himself at the iron gates of a large, ivory-coloured house. In front of its grand exterior is a carefully tended garden of colours. Tall trees almost caress the walls but not quite; they barely reach the upper level windows.

Of course, it’s nothing that impressive compared to his one-of-kind home but… Evermore could consider it competition.

That’s a thought for another day.

“Hmm…” Rick stands still in thought. “Maybe… Well, pancakes are a nice idea,” he begins.

As the tired man tries to figure out his options, Evermore suddenly couldn’t help but feel something at the back of his head. Like a burning feeling. A very gradual one but it’s there.

Rick continues to muse, inattentive. “Or eggs. Like eggs on toast? But I can make that at home though.”

Internally, Evermore excuses himself and tunes out Rick for the moment, trying to find that burning feeling. It annoys him.

As he glances behind himself, he peers over the iron gate’s finials and above the young trees, beyond the finely trimmed garden, Evermore finally spots his problem.

At the house itself, facing the open streets, there is an open window with a woman there, holding a steaming cup.

It is a woman he knows very well; a relative of his partner, Rick. Carmen, one of the few people that could rival the greatest man himself, stands by the window with one of the most seething scowls she could ever give. A familiar look but seething nonetheless.

Evermore’s face scrunches slightly. Ough, he groans in his mind.

He knows too well what words that glare of her’s tell and Carmen doesn’t even need to say anything. It is one of those ‘do something wrong or you will get it’ looks. In this case, Evermore thinks it’s probably something like ‘treat him right or you die.’

“I don’t know,” Rick concludes. “I can have anything. I’m not picky.”

But Evermore knew that. That was in his plan from the start.

“I hear you,” the mayor finally answers to Rick. “I’ll get you all that you ask for.”

Rick blinks. “No, just one thing is fine.”

“Nonsense!” Evermore pats Rick’s shoulder assuringly. “It’s my treat and a treat you deserve.”

[eggseabutters]

Shadow is confusing Sonic with food again.

[hermitcraftx]

... GRUMBO NATION HOW ARE WE FEELING ABOUT THIS TITLE CARD THAT MUMBO PUT UP AFTER THEIR INTERACTION. BECAUSE I, PERSONALLY,

[ovcii-doodles]

trying to work out an updated caro fc but I'm physically incapable of a consistent art style

[galaxyinacup]

Ranchers mayhaps or Grimpulse? Or funny guys Romantic Zits + Jimmy :3

"Pesky little bird, aren't you...?"

Hello hello! I've been getting quite a few requests lately, I love all of your ideas but my usual digital artstyle process is a little too slow to keep up with them in an efficient way that doesn't take up all my free time (a guy's gotta game sometime too!)

So! In order to give everyone who requests a little something, I've decided to make some traditional art to "pick up the slack" as it were! From now on, some requests that particularly strike my fancy or get the creative juices flowing will be done digitally like I've been doing, but some others will be done traditionally

I hope nobody who gets a traditional piece feels dissapointed, since I know the style and vibes are a bit different, I love you all!

[ldpdluvr]

one night, freshly turned louis feeds from lestat and he drinks so much that lestat carefully cradles his head in both of his big palms and gently pulls him away from his neck "mon cher, i have no more to give", he doesn't want to stop him but he's feeling faint and hungry again "I will go feed and come back home to you, saint louis"

in response louis looks up at him with big round eyes that hold so much hurt in them, lestat said he would take care of him, so why is he stopping him from feeding from him? he promised that he would give him the world so why can't he give him this? and now he wants to leave louis alone to go hunt..?

lestat obviously isn't privy to louis' thoughts anymore but he can see the glassiness that covers his eyes, he can see the sad frown on his face, he notices the way louis is looking at him but not really seeing him and decides that he won't can't leave him alone in this state

so he gathers louis further into his arms, pulls him onto his lap and holds him throughout the rest of the night, occasionally rubbing a hand down his back as if he's comforting a frightened puppy, and peppers kisses on his forehead, nose and cheeks because louis' makes a cute lil sound every single time that he does

When louis eventually comes back to himself he's a bit embarrassed by his actions and tries to pull away but lestat doesn't let him ofc, he holds him tighter and tells louis how sweet he was for him "louis you never told me just how much you liked my blood" he says, his smile evident in his voice

by the time sunrise comes, they have made their way to the coffin and louis is snuggled up to lestat with his face once again in his neck (this is louis comfort place), lestat has his arms wrapped tightly around him and just like that, completely surrounded by each other they fall into a deep sleep.