#I have to get ready for work now

[lemonsweet]

I went into drawing this thinking it would be really funny but I think it's actually one of the scarier things I've drawn

[starmocha]

YOUTUBE IS ENABLING ME 💀💀💀💀

[queeriboh]

working on my actual projects wasn't going well so I picked the first one of these that resonated w me to try and doodle instead

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[devouredreaper]

Still laying siege to a cult base. Zemrios's player lost his character sheet and made a new character, who we've rescued from the dungeon

We also successfully removed the cultist from Schneider's ring and put him into a body. One from an NPC Sebastian had been into

[gotchibam]

Heyo! I'm accepting a couple of pokemon ko-fi commissions again!

Pricing is 15 USD per pokemon & you can request up to 3 pokes together in one drawing :) Backlog of commission requests can be found here!

Please consider supporting if you can 🥹🙏 Thank you so much!! ✨

[yoosung-ah]

Another Story x Tumblr — Saeran edition

[ambisweetiepie]

I wanted to join in @yamujiburo 's DTIYS!

I dont know what else to say here! Hope you're having a nice day!

[semperamans]

all i can think about is soft!benny :'(

benny who doesn't give a fuck when the boys hoot and holler and give him shit whenever you're within ten feet of one another. benny who tips his chin, fights a smile, and docks his jaw atop your head as you stand in front of him while cal prattles on about stacking donuts on his dick. benny who tugs you into his lap at any and every opportunity because he wants you close close close. benny who let you paint his nails because you asked so nicely. benny who promises each time he leaves your sight that he'll return. benny who helps you slide into his jacket; who grabs the lapels and presses a kiss on your nose before letting you go. benny who takes you on late-night rides because you told him you couldn't see the stars for the light pollution. benny who doesn't talk, not much, but never hesitates to whisper a firm "i love you." in your ear when he gets the chance. benny who smiles so warmly at you when you're rambling because jesus christ you're the most darling thing he's ever laid eyes on. benny who knows this life is dangerous and wants to protect you. benny who laces your fingers together in crowds. benny who stands outside of bathrooms whenever you and your girlfriends are in there. benny who lets you be you. who loves you in the most purest of ways because you love him. benny :'(

[voidedtea]

[ID in alt]

my pieces for @strawberrij's thespius fashion zine!! quite the endeavour and adventure that turned out pretty neat i think :]

special thanks go to @ratchetclankarecute for posing/cloth references + the bulk of the image descriptions! that first image would Not have happened without them <3

[somegrumpynerd]

Hc that Killer has a cat that's white with black splotches that make her look like a cow, so he called her cowbell

Because she looks so cow-like she kind of freaks Cross out when she hangs around him, unfortunately she absolutely loves Cross and is always trying to hang around him

Killer didn't want to keep her locked up or keep moving her away when she just wants to cuddle, so to compromise he puts her in little sweaters that cover most of the splotches to help Cross

But it is still Killer, so he likes to be annoying with it also

(The sweater says "Cross is my husband x" in case the writing is too small)

[girlsdads]

#ok it’s giving girl dad wearing his daughter’s handmade necklace special for him into work 🥺🥺😩😩

couldn’t stop thinking about this tag of mine, wrote a little smth about it 🥰

The stomping footfalls racing down the hall behind him could only be those of a toddler. Daniel turns and squats just in time for his tiny blonde projectile of a child to come barreling into his chest. The force sends Daniel falling back onto his butt with a surprised oof, his daughter giggling delightedly in his lap.

“Hey, Ellie-bug,” Daniel smiles. “Daddy’s gotta go to work, remember how we talked about it and you promised to be a big girl?” He brushes a strand of hair away from her mouth where it’s gotten stuck in a little smear of jam leftover from her breakfast. Daniel had shown Max how to make it just the way she likes—the pancake batter shaped in the silicone star mold, the silly faces drawn in jelly and jam.

Ellie’s head bobs up and down dutifully, but she makes no move to get up.

Max appears from the kitchen then, looking like a man who’s been fighting a losing battle with the second pancake. There’s a splatter of thick batter on his white t-shirt. He’s holding the spatula like it’s offended him somehow. Daniel looks at him over their daughter’s head, and loves him fiercely.

“She is of course the biggest girl,” Max says. Ellie grins proudly. “Why don’t you give Daddy your present now, then we will finish your pancakes.”

Daniel watches her grey-blue eyes light up like she’s just now remembering why she came running at him in the first place. She reaches a chubby hand into the bib pocket on her overalls, embroidered Enchanté script stretching as she roots around and produces a string of brightly-colored plastic beads. She holds it out to him expectantly.

Daniel takes the strand delicately in hand, wraps it around the backs of his fingers and rotates his wrist to get a good look. It’s a necklace, probably more of a choker given its relatively small circumference, the fat pony beads the only real indication it was made by a child. The powder pink and fuchsia beads are separated by interspersed pearlescent white orbs and clear sparkly stars. Smack in the center is a single number bead, a glittery pink three.

“Jeepers, did you make this for me? It’s beautiful!” Daniel says, and means it. He’s already been wanting to talk to his team about adding a jewelry collection to a future drop, and what better inspiration?

Ellie nods excitedly. “Papa helped me do a…,” she pauses, squints and tilts her little head, searching for the word, “…a pattern!”

“We made it the other day, while you were out with Blake,” Max chimes in. “For good luck.” He sounds almost bashful, like maybe it wasn’t their daughter’s idea in the first place. Daniel’s heart is so swollen it’s threatening to leak out through the gaps in his ribcage.

“How’d I get so lucky, huh?” Daniel muses, softly, mostly to himself. He stretches the elastic over his head, feels the smooth plastic three settle in the hollow of his throat. His pulse thrums evenly against it, grounding.

He flashes his biggest smile at his family. “How do I look?”

“Pretty, Daddy!” Ellie throws herself forward again, wrapping her arms around Daniel’s neck. It leaves him locking eyes with Max, who’s gazing down at the two of them like nothing else in the universe exists. Daniel can never quite get used to that look—still feels butterflies dancing up the back of his throat, his stomach dropped into a glorious freefall.

“Beautiful, Daniel,” Max says, reverent. “Always.”

[ribbononline]

i just wanna say im truly obsessed with how you draw archie and maxie!! your art style is so soft and has so much personality, i keep going through your hardenshipping tag to just admire your art!! they’re so cute in your style <3

THANK YOU! I love those two so Very Much and they are going through my mind always. I really need to finish some more stuff with them again, I've just been sketching and sketching lately.

[shootingstarrfish]

too busy for my regularly scheduled bs but i couldnt resist drawing @katboykirby's idea rq hehe

[chirpsythismorning]

Yeah a teaser dropping on ST day would be cool. But can we agree that a DNA board reveal would be infinitely better?

[cascowriteswords]

[[this is a fic idea i'm currently fleshing out. i haven't written anything substantial in a loooong time but i'm trying to gain some momentum/motivation to write this🤞]]

A canon/fix-it [kinda?] story - Clarke and Lexa share a painful, unresolved history. Time has passed since they last saw each other, but echoes of their bond still haunt them both. Their story is one of deep longing, unspoken words, and the agonizing weight of silence.