#I just had to craft this first

[supergraphicultramoderng1rl]

Got another side of me I like to get it popping🎉 but these bitches in my business got me out here choosing violence 🙄🔪 if you see me out in public 🌃 you don’t know me keep it silent 🤐🔇!! in the bedroom I be screaming 🛌 but outside I keep it quiet 🤫 keep it on lowski I’m the lowest of the lowwwww

[midnighthybrid1]

Some Carnival Bunnydoll/Ragatha + Jax doodles I did today 😋😎 I am not immune to shipping in this fandom…

One more doodle under the cut! Warning for excessive blood.

This one is them sentient and not sane. Oops

Still figuring out how to draw them since I’ve only ever drawn the OGs before. Love their designs thoooo so it’s pretty dang fun

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TADC Carnival AU by @sm-baby (apologies for the @ AH-)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

There's nothing he can't do. Yet.

(Thank you to everyone who participated in the poll!)

[littl3d0ll-art]

Could we get even more Shamgoat please? Not to be annoying lmao, maybe something with webs?

Small crafts are hard when what you’re used to using your hands for is holding weapons

[vasira96]

haven't been drawing lately, been too busy trying to learn how to crochet

[meamiki]

5% of a color headcanon.... two versions since b&w emphasizes the dagger more i think but i still like the warm tones ASFSADA

i am not biased towards rainbow daggers whatsoever i promise (lie)

((also friend is streaming now and im there too!! bit more info linked here, its rated mature tho))

[starjunkyard]

never got around to posting this 1970s daniel molloy sketch... COME HITHER MY SCARABS

[cozylittleartblog]

baby's first polymer clay creation

her name is Annette

[corrodedcoughin]

I feel like Eddie is the type of guy to always have a slide whistle in his pocket and uses it to make incidental sound effects for the conversations that happen around him.

Nobody knows where he gets them all from and they don’t ask incase he takes one out and starts playing with it.

Wayne is so happy every time he loses one of the whistles. He absolutely never tells Eddie when he finds one of the numerous whistles that have rolled under the couch. He has an agreement with Steve to dispose of them secretly and securely.

Except one night when Steve’s driving around town with Eddie, he opens the glove box and there’s a bag full of whistles (seriously nobody knows where he’s getting them from. And in bulk?)

And Eddie is all ‘HEY!’ Which immediately makes Steve tense up in preparation for an argument with his easily antagonised boyfriend about the possible theft of offending musicals instruments.

But then Eddie continues with ‘more whistles! I didn’t take you for a fan dude!!’

And promptly shoves one up each of his nostrils and one in his mouth and tries to play them all at once while demanding Steve watch instead of watching the road.

Steves going to have to think of a new hiding spot.

[icewindandboringhorror]

indeed my exact process once every 8 months or so

[magistralucis]

The chef has entered the kitchen [Drabble]

(For @eleooooooo. AU of an AU (😂) inspired by the Unravel!Imotekh cameo in From Darkness Unto Thy Light, which somehow pretzeled back into this scene. Imotekh makes Orikan a mushroom risotto/porridge/succulent vegetarian meal. Since AO3 is down the brainworm has been entertained, I hope it turned out cute aaaa)

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The tent flap rustled open. Imotekh looked up, the spoon scarce halfway to his mouth. At the entrance of the tent stood a veiled figure, his dark hair loose and mussed from a recent sleep.

Orikan stared at him. "What are you eating?"

"Orikan." Imotekh put down the spoon, and was just about to rise in greeting when the chronomancer took the liberty to plonk down right next to him, peering into the bowl. Through the cloth the tips of his ears were twitching in a way Imotekh had not seen before. "I didn't mean to wake you."

The cryptek contemplated this for a moment. Disregarded it, to return to the more pressing question. "What are you eating?"

Imotekh laughed. "Tried something different today. You can only have so many nights of gruel in a row, no matter how low down on the food chain you are." He stirred the grains for a moment, then glanced back up. "Would you like to try?"

Orikan nodded. Imotekh offered him a spoonful. There was a pause, then the cryptek hesitantly pushed his veil to the side, revealing just enough of his mouth that he could eat.

He didn't take the spoon from Imotekh, just leaned down towards it. Licked the broth off the tip, warily. The soldier watched, somewhat taken aback, as Orikan lapped slowly around the edge of the spoon - before finally closing his lips around it. After a few seconds he was up again, savouring the taste. Nothing about his demeanour suggested an opinion either way.

"... Well?"

Orikan remained silent. Imotekh worried that he'd blown it somehow, though he noted this was unlike any other reaction he'd seen from Orikan before. If he disliked it he'd probably have walked away without a word, like he'd done for so many meals of dry rusks or ration-cake stews. There was never any joy in it when he was obligated to finish something, either, he seemed to find the very concept of consumption mortifying. Still, he thought, this thing - it's no apple, certainly nothing you'd find at a banquet - but if he'll actually eat it...

"Orikan?"

And then he saw it. The tiniest of fidgets, accompanied by the brief clutch of the other's slender hand upon Imotekh's lap. He had no idea how he'd done it, but the cryptek was flustered - and pleasantly so, judging from the increasingly insistent stare Imotekh could feel a veil and an eternity away.

The soldier's face brightened. "Would you like more?" He exclaimed.

Orikan nodded. Hurriedly Imotekh scooped up another spoonful. And this time the chronomancer actually took matters into his own hands, accepting the spoon with one hand and pushing back the cloth with the other. There was none of the wariness from before: just the mouthful followed by another, the third faster than the second, until he abruptly dropped the spoon into the bowl.

"Let me-"

He then took hold of the veil's edge, and flipped it right back from his face, so that he might be wholly engrossed in the business of eating.

Strange, how Orikan made such a fundamental activity the subject of pure awe. Imotekh felt almost out of himself as he watched the cryptek eat, his every move laced with an enthusiasm he'd not thought him capable of before. Orikan did not even stop to let the porridge cool, even though every bite was piping hot; where the spoon came away with more grains he chewed them thoroughly, delighting in the slight firmness to his teeth, and when there was more broth he sipped and savoured the rich creamy thickness upon his tongue. There was not a single complaint of too hard, too soft, too flavourless. Anything but.

The usual soldiers' fare: dry the hell out of it, bake it into bread, or throw everything into a stew. Flavourings were negotiable, foraging inconsistent, and sometimes even the fundamentals of nutrition were up for debate. Imotekh inwardly praised himself for saving up his salt-rations - food at the cryptek temple was bland, or so Orikan had told him, the boy might've hankered his whole life for some seasoning - as well as taking the time to collect mushrooms during the long forest marches, staying up late all those nights to dry them carefully over the brazier. He could do little about the quality of their grains and pulses, but where others might've tossed them into a pot straight away he'd taken the time to process them even further. The barley-grains he toasted prior to boiling, the legumes he soaked overnight then ground to a fine paste. Orikan was not partial to meat, so mushroom broth it was, simmered so slowly that it took almost an hour to extract their savoury depths; then came the grains, then the vegetables and a splash of seed-oil, the legume paste stirred into the mixture in between stages for thickening. Who could resist the mix of those flavours, the tender way the mushrooms fell apart between the teeth, the tiny drops of oil melting upon the tongue?

Not bad, Imotekh thought. Orikan's praise was yet higher. Before they both knew it the porridge was all gone, and the soldier found himself eye to eye with the chronomancer, who was slowly licking the spoon clean and dealing with the realization that he'd eaten the whole contents of Imotekh's bowl.

He hadn't asked, or anything. It never even crossed their minds that he should.

A deep embarrassed blush bloomed across Orikan's cheeks.

"Why, Master Orikan!" Not that Imotekh minded. He could hardly keep the grin off his face, so relieved he was to see Orikan finish a meal for once. The fact was even sweeter because the Diviner had favoured him - because no one else, Imotekh thought, had yet come up with an experience Orikan had thrown himself into so eagerly. "There's more where that came from, you'll be glad to know. You enjoyed it, then?"

Chronomancers were meant to be indifferent. Certainly a stranger would've said that of Orikan, with his blank expression and empty eyes. Imotekh, however, had learned him during their past months together: he read sentiment in the microscopic flickers of the veil of Orikan's lashes, how from first taste his ears had perked up and hadn't stopped perking, the slightest drag of his tongue along the lower lip where the residual flavours dwelt. Notably, Orikan did not retreat behind the cloth. Presumably he thought he could've been more graceful, but he did not look away - and, eventually, gave Imotekh a shy little nod.

The soldier laughed. "I thank you for your high praise, sweet Master." He stood and beckoned Orikan up, and the Diviner followed him right away, one slender palm folding like a lotus upon Imotekh's own. "Come on. I think that calls for seconds."

[givemethedamnflowers]

Brand new craft project starting tomorrow : an aftg pillowcase, with all the covers embroidered

[originalartblog]

what's the point of learning a new skill if I'm not going to be silly with it!!

based on @sensitiveheartless' Skk Howl's Moving Castle AU and the little fish Chuuya embroidered on Dazai's shirts! 🐟

[demadogs]

oh my god guys why the fuck would they kill karen lmao

[buttercupshands]

Some random paper figures photos I took

This chair was literally covered in glitter for some reason it looked like a starry sky chair

[himblebo]

She’s married she’s married she’s married she’s married (to a man to a man to a man to a man)