#( oH i should actually definitely tag

[redribbonmagpie]

The crew of the USS Hephestus, headcanon designs reporting for duty! This was initially supposed to be a collection of colorless quick sketches, but it got more than a bit out of hand. I might do my headcanon designs for the SI5 later…

[courfee]

starchaser, sunseeker

[reliablejoukido]

Someone just gave me a shit sandwich comment on a fic and it’s like… don’t do this. Don’t do this to me and don’t do it to other people.

[bumblevoid]

a wild mags!

yes hi this is my design for mags. specifically for my au

for sparkbird's circle maker contest! i don't think that's on tumblr at all but im proud of this piece which is rare

w/o the lyric version:

tried a lot of new things on this! i can remember exactly one other time ive actually drawn a face in 3/4 view and it was awful (but also middle school art class sO). also new style of digital shading,, usually only throw an actual noticeable light source drawing traditionally and not characters for some reason?? idk

[unopenablebox]

🌸 is so immensely likeable.... do you ever just like someone so much all the time

[aghhtdraws]

It'll be my birthday this week! it feels exciting for some reason, even if it's something I haven't held in recent years. something to celebrate!!

I keep forgetting to add this but I should make a new "wishlist" for gift art or other stuff since I've never really posted one before ^^; I see other ppl putting up gift wishlists so I kept thinking of doing the same.

I tried making a list a month ago for "things I like" and even tho I used to make this stuff as a kid before and it's pretty easy to guess what I like it was really hard.... (I was trying to make a list of physical gifts I like haha)

I ended up just describing a lot of shapes and colors, heh ^^

(Hi, I'm Anni, I like bright specific colors, pastels, stars and space, nature, moomins, and lots of unknown cartoons haha)

[rotisseries]

people are very weird about shockfics like what is up with that

[embarressment-erradicated]

if anyone says pixel art is easy, and you should do it if your making a game and don't want to put much effort into it, I will actually smite thee with the powers of the concept of art. fuck you, do not act like a medium so deep in nuance and style is just a simple thing you can mess around with.

you can mess around with it of course, and should, it's very fun, but it's as simple or as complex as you want it to be, and acting like it's easy is like saying just cause you can draw a stick figure, means drawing is a simple, easy to learn medium.

everything has it's difficulties and skill ceilings, and that's what makes art fun, but acting like just cause it has only a few hundred pixels makes it easy is fucking horrendous, and I will not listen to anything else you have to say.

[kayak-lmao]

so somethin crazy happened! I hit 100 followers on Twitter (wild) and they voted on me doing a DTIYS to celebrate!! I figured everyone should be able to participate if they wanna, so I'm also gonna post it here :)

unfiltered ver below :]

[annie-thyme]

and once again I am suddenly overwhelmed with an intense feeling of not really fitting into a gender

[itheume]

i walk out of paint tool sai shaking and rattling and gripping my tablet pen before walking Right back in there

[stellernorth]

sam going vegan at stanford. no more hunting people saving things has left him with a compulsion to Do Good and Reduce Harm in his day to day life, and after traveling the midwest constantly as a kid he has some idea of what beef feedlots at least look like. he decides one way to reduce harm is to stop supporting the killing of those animals.

so he stops eating beef. it's not like he's only eating fast food still and hamburgers are the only option anyway; he eats at the stanford dining hall. there's pumpkin soup and oatmeal and a salad bar and curry and plain pasta and fruit and fries.

then he thinks about it and decides to treat this decision like a little bit of a case. so he goes to the library and researches for himself which is a weird kind of not-exactly-nostalgia. and he learns about the factory farming industry and dairy production. and he doesn't do half-measures and he's trying to be committed to his choices and beliefs so he decides there in the library that he's vegan, starting from that moment.

socially, he expects to be the odd one out anyway, he's seen that way anyway, he knows it; he can feel it. how he's a little too alert; how his casual interactions with others aren't a practiced reflex. refusing some food just seems like another small thing in the long list of reasons he's unusual to the other students, even his friends.

anyway, jess, who's been vegetarian for awhile, likes that he's vegan. she eats vegan at their house, but will have some dairy if she's out somewhere. it bothers sam a little in the back of his mind but he doesn't want to control her. and he knows their belief systems aren't exactly aligned anyway; he's always scanning for monsters.

brady makes fun of him a little once or twice, playful, friendly. then after sophmore year's thanksgiving break he makes a few more comments that are a bit more cruel.

although dean made sure sam never was hungry for long as a kid, this new mentality that the food selection in many places is now limited for sam comes pretty easily. the sparse vegan options in the stanford dining hall are a way more plentiful spread than the options in one of the motel rooms he grew up in.

sam does get a weird sense of simultaneous satisfaction and guilt at seeing hamburgers like he'd share with his dad and dean and knowing, more and more as the months go on, that he's not the kind of person who eats them anymore. but he feels that way about a lot of things he does at stanford.

then years later, keeping to veganism as best he can, back in the family business (he keeps reminding himself, "as far as possible and practical"), he meets ruby. for the most part, he keeps his own personal definition of veganism and decides about eating things like honey on his own terms, rather than by what others seem to think. but he does remember dryly, as his mouth is metallic with ruby's blood, that human products are accepted as vegan if given consensually. later he thinks somehow maybe it's vegan for her to give it but not for him to take; maybe he is the animal harmed in the interaction.

time goes on and he's more wary than ever of being poisoned possesed altered he wants his body to be his own. this becomes another reason to be vegan, not consuming other beings into his body so it remains his.

[normaltothemax]

"I'm Okay" Responses "What happened?" (Jeff @ max, probably completely ignoring the 'I'm OK' LOL)

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

The answer was automatic. Snappish. A scared dog snapping its teeth at the reaching hand. Maybe if she said it enough, just kept on saying the words ‘I’m okay’, she’d eventually believe it. She could still feel his hand on her thigh moving higher, higher. Hot breath on her ear, saying things that made her all kinds of uncomfortable. She felt shaken and panicky even though nothing had happened.

Nothing had happened.

So why did she still feel like this?

With a shaky breath, she tried to focus on her hands. Anything other than the piece of shit that’d…

Her hands were trembling, even though she balled them into fists to try and still them. The right one hurt like a motherfucker, knuckles bruised and bleeding from where she’d split them open on that dick’s teeth. Shit, it’d been years since she’d gotten into a fistfight. She’d been doing so good. Her therapist was going to be all kinds of disappointed in her.

Fucker deserved it, though. Asshole was still sitting on the other side of the bar, an ice pack to his face, teeth and nose bloody. She could hear him, talking to his buddies, the words crazy bitch echoing loudly across the room.

Just like that, Max was back on her feet. The fucking giant of a man that’d pulled her off of him in the first place the only thing stopping her from storming over and kicking the shit out of him. Again.

“Hey, fuck you, asshole!” And now she was shouting at him from across the bar. Awesome. That totally wasn’t going to help with the crazy bitch accusation. “You wanna talk shit? Why don’t you tell everybody here what you put in my drink, huh? Why don’t we talk about that?” Her voice was cracking, unshed tears stinging at her eyes and…she couldn’t breathe. Fuck, she couldn’t fucking breathe. Christ, this night just kept getting worse.

@everymanism (x)

[liquifiedfurby]

beetlelegs!!!!!! anything u like?! i will keep an eye out for it next time i go to the city

-yeek

“Oh! Um.

Hm.

I don’t actually have that many interests, now that I think about it. I like bugs, but there are more bugs here than in the city… I’m still learning to read, but a book might be nice. I am trying to find an accessory or two for myself but I understand those are hard to find.

So yeah, nothing in particular. Anything would be good, but no pressure. Thanks so much for asking!”

-Beetlelegs

“…The city, huh?”

[dowotdashdotdot]

heyyy didnt hit post limit tonight

ugh i guess i have to be responsible with my endless reblogging 😒

[bitbrumal]

                                                                             CONTINUATION                    @predvestnik​​    ↤    from here    ::    CORNERED   ↩

DILUC  “as well i should.”      oh. well- that-

run, breathe the vestiges of sense. the heat of his gaze darts to the door into the kitchen- has to know but can’t ascertain the location of the back door beyond childe. there is a tall ( infuriatingly so... ) slab of snezhnayan cornering him against his own bar, &-

                  & something low in his belly trembles for this.                traitorous, traitorous—

his cheeks are still catching up to the look in blue eyes.

—it’s worse than hunger. something light & weak, weakening him. there is strength in this monster man on more levels than initially presumed, & with breath skating along skin these facts sit in the middle of his being like a child amid scattered toys. their prominence feels so innocent.

        more than one figment of nightly imagination has proven that deceptive.

i- you- listen, you uncouth foreign fuck-

instead, diluc’s face shifts away - unwilling to heed anything but the safety that is shame. it’s a fence sitting sort of safety, however. given childe’s nature to push, there is no real salvation in inertia. ( & when he has been instigating for weeks? the fucker doesn’t seem to back down from a challenge unless to rile his opponent up. )

‘uhm’ manages to mute itself in the press of his lips. “...” in, & out, the breath at his ear is warm & knows him frightfully. ( there is nothing better than being s e e n. ) heat is a sharp sliver that cuts directly into his core; lead by those words that come from that mind behind those all-seeing eyes...          fuck.            he’s going to have to— visit someone, pay for something. this is- embarrassing, there’s no need to feel so intensely when- dammit, he wasn’t supposed to take this seriously! ( or something. sensible thought is proving elusive. the frustration at suffering consequences is not. )

“there is no next move.” begins lord ragnvindr. he has not moved an inch. neither has the weight of his desperate gaze on the kitchen door. “...merely testing a theory.” will a fainting follow the heat in his face? wouldn’t prefer to be unconscious around the harbinger, but it’d spare him his own folly.        it’s one thing to need closeness. another to crave it here.

                        strong warm smart hungry

                childe wants him & his ears are ringing. childe teases & his mouth grows wet. childe looms & boxes him in & t a u n t s & he wants nothing more than to kiss or punch or both at once. maybe most of all he wishes to be kissed with that same ridiculous audacity.

        bold as all get out

“you’re imagining things.” when in doubt? project. at least it’ll keep childe busy smarmily dissecting that instead of encouraging m o r e. “i’ve merely been-” nearly swallows his tongue. shrinks—from the cold hard fact that he has not moved away yet more than the actual body that makes him want to stay, “returning the favour.” breath shivers where confidence does not. fuck, fuck, fuck. “you enjoy,” tempting me “—attempting to...                    harass me.”

                               agh. hunger aches through the body. it’s all he can do to tense his fists in the pockets of his slacks & stay still. ( gripping the counter- That He Owns -would have him holding the fucker’s hands. ) a low buzz spreads through his veins. his ears ring. when ginger strands tickle from his chin to his brow bone diluc finally blinks. “...” it’d be so simple to tell childe to back off & yet he cannot bring himself to do so.

“where’s your professionalism, harbinger?              fraternising with the enemy.”