#birthday Gift

[nuefass]

packed lunch

[skwtches]

Belated Birthday gifts for my best friend @tomfowlery 🦊🩷 Couldn’t be happier to know you another year, and here’s to many more 🫶

[ninacti0n]

This was a belated gift for my great friend @/Framed51 over on Newgrounds! I felt like redrawing one of his really old 3D renders and giving my own spin on it! I was also testing Clip Studio Paint for it, and had a total blast!! Hope you folks enjoy it!

[dollylizzy-blog]

This 53”x66” quilt showcases a sophisticated design with alternating squares of floral, geometric, and animal prints in neutral tones of black, beige, gray, and white. The squares are framed by intersecting black lines, creating a modern, grid-like pattern, perfect for adding a touch of elegance to any room. Available at www.etsy.com/shop/dollylizzy

[ottombak]

Happy birthday Tem!! An art gift for @temiree, featuring Tem and Otto (my sona)!! 🦦🎂

[lonewolflupe]

Happy (belated) birthday, @eclec-tech !

Bonus + some ramblings below the cut (:

Amber, I'm sorry I missed out on your birthday yesterday, but I made you some Tech sketches anyway! I hope you like them!

I actually have a hard time drawing Tech and I'm not sure why? Maybe it's the goggles, or the slightly different shape of his face (in comparison to the regs). Also that lock of hair was totally inspired by vimse's Tech

Tech would probably say it's because of the absence of discipline and a lack of anatomical skill or something, well I guess I should try and draw him more often then

Here's him doing his actually-thing as a sticker/emoji!

[missfrieden]

This is a gift, precisely a birthday gift. It will not be shown in my Masterlist, or anywhere else. No tags besides one. If you see it, sorry there is a spesific name used.

Because I saw @clonethirstingisreal gets birthday wishes. So this is my gift for Carol. Who became one of my favorite names to pop up in my notifications.

This is not adequat as a gift in my opinion to return what you manage to do. Oh now comes the slelfish train. Because the way you make me grin and believe what I post is worth it. I can't ever produce something worthy of a thanks! But I will be damned if I don't try.

Sadly I have no Idea for a title, only that it is a present.

So I hope you like it. It is timed on Pabu.

Happy Birthday Carol ♡

Carol stood in front of the mirror in the refresher, her fingers nervously tugging at the lace of the new underwear set she’d bought. It was delicate, sexy, with sheer panels and lace details that clung to her curves in a way she knew Hunter would appreciate. But as she gazed at her reflection, all she could see were the things she didn’t like about herself.

Her eyes drifted down to her stomach, the way it hung slightly, not as flat or toned as she wished it could be. She traced the fading stretch marks along her hips and stomach, reminders of growth and change, though to her they felt like imperfections. And then there were the scars, faint but still visible, from fights and missions. They were a reminder of a darker time, and while she had come a long way since then, the sight of them still stirred old feelings of insecurity. She frowned at her reflection, feeling her confidence start to crumble. Maybe this was a mistake. She had bought the lingerie set thinking it might surprise Hunter, but now, standing here, she wasn’t sure she could follow through with it. All the blemishes, all the marks, seemed so much more glaring under the soft light of the refresher.

Maybe she’d just return it. Hunter didn’t need to see this. He’d never said anything about her body, never made her feel anything but loved, but she couldn’t help the self-consciousness that washed over her. Just as she was about to start changing back into her clothes, she heard a soft click behind her. The door to the refresher unlocked, and before she could react, Hunter stepped in.

This wasn’t the first time he’d unlocked the door when she was taking too long in the refresher. It had become a bit of a habit between them. Hunter, with his heightened senses, liked using the refresher to isolate himself from the chaos of the ship, and if Carol spent too long in there, he wouldn’t hesitate to come in, shower or not. But this time was different. Carol’s heart jumped as she turned, eyes wide, realizing she was still standing there in the new lingerie, her insecurities on full display. “Hunter—” she started, but her voice caught in her throat, unsure of what to say.

Hunter paused mid-step, his eyes immediately locking onto her. For a moment, there was silence between them, and Carol felt her face heat up with embarrassment. She instinctively wrapped her arms around her stomach, trying to cover herself, already feeling the familiar pull of self-doubt. But before she could say anything else, Hunter’s expression softened. He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving hers, and in that moment, the usual intensity in his eyes was replaced by something else entirely, admiration, affection, and a deep sense of love that made Carol’s breath catch.

“Carol,” he said softly, his voice low and full of warmth, “you look incredible.” She blinked, taken aback by the sincerity in his tone. “I… I don’t know,” she mumbled, her hands still gripping her stomach, trying to shield herself. “I was just… maybe I’ll return it.”

Hunter’s brow furrowed slightly as he closed the distance between them. He gently reached out, his fingers brushing over her arms, urging her to lower them. “Why would you do that?” he asked softly, his hands moving to rest on her waist, pulling her closer. Carol bit her lip, her eyes dropping to the floor. “I just… I don’t feel right in it. My stomach, the scars… I don’t know if it’s something you’d want to see.”

Hunter’s heart clenched at her words. He knew Carol had her insecurities, but hearing them spoken aloud like this hit him hard. Gently, he lifted her chin with his hand, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Carol, there’s nothing, nothing, about you that I don’t want to see.” His words were firm, but filled with so much tenderness that it almost made her tear up. He let his hand move slowly over her skin, brushing over the stretch marks, the scars, as though they were sacred, reminders of everything she had been through and overcome. Besides he saw her in a bikini a dozen times here on the beaches.

“These marks, these scars,” he continued softly, his fingers tracing the faint lines on her skin, “they’re part of you. They’re part of your story. And I love all of you, every single part.” Carol’s eyes welled up as she looked at him, feeling overwhelmed by the depth of his words. “But… they’re not perfect.”

Hunter shook his head gently, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Who says they’re not perfect? They’re yours. That makes them perfect to me.” Carol’s breath hitched, her insecurities slowly melting under the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his eyes. Hunter didn’t see her the way she saw herself, he saw beyond the marks and the scars, beyond the things she thought were imperfections. He saw her strength, her beauty, and everything that made her who she was. How did she deserve someone like him?

Hunter’s hand slid around to the small of her back, pulling her even closer until their bodies were pressed together. “You don’t need to hide from me, Carol,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her forehead. “I love you exactly as you are.” Carol rested her head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear. His words sank in, soothing the doubts and insecurities that had been swirling in her mind. Slowly, she let her arms fall to her sides, no longer trying to hide herself from him.

Hunter, sensing her shift, gently tilted her face up to his, his lips hovering just above hers as he whispered, “You’re beautiful, Carol. Always.” With those words, he kissed her softly, his lips moving tenderly against hers, as though he was trying to remind her with every touch that she was perfect in his eyes.

Carol melted into him, the warmth of his embrace and the softness of his kiss washing away her self-doubt. In that moment, she realized that all the things she had been so worried about, her stomach, her stretch marks, her sscas, meant nothing to Hunter. He loved her not despite those things, but because they were part of her, part of the woman he adored.

As they stood together in the soft light of the refresher, Hunter’s hands resting on her waist and Carol’s heart full of love, she knew that this man, her man, saw her for who she truly was. And that made all the difference. "And besides, I am sure whenever you wear it, it will not be for long." Hunter says with a grin. "You. Are. Impossible!" Carol laughs, smacking his chest with every word. But she lets out a surprised laugh as Hunter moves her towards the small shower. "Yeah, maybe, but I am your impossible." Hunter conters with a lopsided grin.

[honehonn3honey]

Birthday boy 🎂

[pusheen]

[vinnybox]

My humble bday offering for @oriiduckko & @shandzii 🙏(◕u◕)

[tresenellaart]

A birthday gift for my lovely girlfriends CC and Shay! <3

[anonbeadraws]

A very Happy birthday (and tasty cake!) to @may12324!! I'm sending you a Mari in my stead for patisserie and hugs! 🎂💜🎂 Love you honey!! 💜All art is mine/Lav and Mari belong to me and Ana!💜

[artnoutdraws]

[2024/09/15] The Red Eye

Drew this for the birthday of my friend Karna!

[princesspollypoket]

a thoughtful gift~

[lonewolflupe]

Happy (belated) birthday, @clonethirstingisreal !

Full-body tattoo + some ramblings below the cut (:

I never thought anatomy practice would be this fun 👀

Carol, I missed all the birthday-posts yesterday, but I hope this makes up for it! I hope you had a wonderful day with lots of thirsty-Hunter-thoughts. Here's one more for you!

And I think you prefer face-tattoo-only Hunter, but I did a full-body version anyway:

For someone who works with bones on a weekly basis, they're damn hard to draw haha (but this wasn't about the bones, so I hope ya'll don't mind).

I know the clone-belly-button-discussion is going around again, but I think they have belly buttons anyway (there must have been some sort of artificial umbilical cord in those tubes right?!?).

I used this very helpful ref for the torso!

Also I wish I'd bought a drawing screen sooner??

I might do more anatomy practices like this one, just a heads-up

[clownboi1i1ii]

Late to the party but hey, just like they say “quality is best than quantity” so Even late the intention is the same.

Happy birthday to @ayyy-imma-ninja, congrats sharky dude!

The characters belong to her cool TSAMS DCA FAIRY AU, so go give it a watch! <3