#but I'm still proud of this peice

[the-solar-system52]

I think therefore I am.

not entirely sure what this art is meant to be, but happy autism acceptance month everybody!

[lbcreations-blog]

Yandere Alastor with daughter reader

A Stag and his Fawn

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(Not proof read cause I'm tired but I need to post)

Masterlist

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Alastor was your adoptive father. He adopted you when you were both still alive. You were only a baby at the time, being left in a dumpster.

When Alastor was dumping bodys in the dumpster he found you, he was originally going to put you in a foster home, but when he saw you open your eyes and look at him seeming at peice, he knew it was a bad idea to put you in any foster home.

Of course, he could not just take you in. He had to get you some medical treatment. So he took you to the nearest hospital to get a check-up and other things. Then he had to do even more other things like birth certificate and adoption stuff. (You know, the essentials)

Anyways, once you were old enough, he taught you his ways of voodoo and murder. (You were already learning from about 4, lmao), and you became a perfect daughter to him (even though you were already perfect to him).

If you were to get bullied in school, those kids would regret it. He would also teach those kids' parents a lesson as well.

If you end up dying before him from it being someone's fault, he would torture that person/persons and eat that person's corpse.

Once he enters hell, he would search for you while aswell becoming a terrifying overlord. And once he finds you, he would pretend you are not his daughter in public so you would not get targeted. He knows you can look after yourself so he would let you in public by yourself, but a shadow will follow you.

But if you are an overlord, he wouldn't admit being your father, but he will treat you like his daughter in public, and he will let others' theories flow. (Overlord or not, a shadow will follow you, btw)

Now, if he dies first, he will patiently wait for you. You, of course, kill the one who mistakes your father for a deer. You then live life how he wanted you to, until you finally arrive in hell.

Once you arrive in hell, he ether will take a while to find you or find you quickly. If you quickly become an overlord just like him, he would be proud, like you have no idea.

(The ways he is with you in hell is the same as I explained in the first death choice.)

Of course, introducing you to people as Alastors' daughter, you will get interesting reactions.

The overlords would be shocked, to say the least, Carmila might like Alastor slightly more cause she has her own daughters.

Now the hotel's reactions ig

Of course, the entire hotel is shocked except for niffty and husk cause yall already probably met (I would tell you that, but that's a different kind of worm)

Anyway, sir pentious would be most likely terrified of you or just won't admit it.

Angel- well, Angel-... he's probably going to start off with sex jokes, and how unfair it is that some random bitch got to fuck Alastor. Your father was not happy.

Vaggie is very suspicious of you once you met. She knew how your father was, so you were not trustworthy. (Which was fair, you showed that same creepy smile your father did)

Charlie loved meeting you. She was and is so happy that Alastor has a daughter and she is and was happy to meet you. She was hoping to help you get redeemed, but you just told her you would rather be in hell with your father.

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I was going to make Alastor more yandere but because of 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑠, he's like that, ok? OK

I did get lazy at the end, so... Yyyeeeaaaa

Hope you enjoyed it

- 𝐋.𝐁 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

[alieu-cos]

My two peices for the Ninja Sex Party zine ran by @asinglepetal !

The second one is the front cover and I'm so happy to have been able to make it!!

I'm still so proud of these peices and I'm so amazed with everyone else's art and cosplays!

Thank you for this wonderful opportunity!

Check out the zine here! https://drive.google.com/file/d/1RgcQIg7kEGT52kHaPy0uqH4NprLAruSt/view?usp=drivesdk

[shardkn1ght]

Now that we're entering into 2024, I'm asking some artists and writers that I follow:

1) What is the one piece you're most proud of from this past year?

2) What are some pieces that you would have liked more people to see? If you can include links, I'd love to go check them out!

3) What were your top three favorite pieces (art, comics, fics, etc) that someone else has made this past year?

(As always, no pressure to respond! Feel free to just ignore, or let me know if you'd rather I not send you these kinds of asks in the future.)

My favourite peice this year would have to be my mm raph

I freaking love this piece. I actually entered it into a competition. So hopefully it does well!

A piece I wish more people saw? Honestly my Bruce x Hueso post. It’s such a dumb ship. But I love them.

Ok top posts by other creators!

Honestly @cuddlebugmonster s comic needy is in number one spot. That comic actually made me cry. So you can’t really top that.

@kathaynesart comic replica is a big inspiration for me. Kat is such a sweet person. And one of the first “big creators” who ever interacted with me. ( yes I remember lol. I’m still just a fan)

And tbh all my moots do absolutely amazing stuff. If I had time to tag everyone I would.

[sulphuric-onyx]

redrew an old peice today! (on accident)

made this bc I had just watched s18 and was positively miffed at what they did to my blorbos, drew the poses and then realised I was redrawing a piece from august last year (which is under the cut), very proud of how the armour turned out, first time using colouring pencils on a sketch, details turned out a lil fuzzy so I recomend zooming in on parts lol, but apart from that I'm really proud of this, especailly comparing it to the old one, I've made a lot of progress :]

(also as much as I still love this piece, I do now look at it and cringe at bits, mostly how the colours are and how they blend into the lineart lol)

[clown-prince-of-gay]

FINALLY. A FINISHED PIECE. A small character lineup of main characters for a project. (I plan on doing smaller peices for all of them properly, including little bios and small details.) As far as I want to think about it, these are all their canon heights, and I made sure to scale em properly! (I'm quite proud of them.....)

Some basic info on the universe and how I might plan to release this below the cut!!

Likes and Reblogs appreciated!! Do not repost!!

SO..

These guys are part of a zombie apocalypse type beat. I've had these guys in my head for. Years. (Kylah and Marlowe are some characters that I've had the longest and are still in use.--) But its very fun. I love all of them and I have extensive pinterest boards for all of them.

ANYWAYS.

I'll make sure to tag all of em the same, with my normal Oc tags (Oc [insert character name here]). Along with just. I dont know. Probably #Zombie Comic, which needs. a proper name but it works for now I guess.

Point is. I love these guys. They're all mildly traumatized and very sad. and also gay. did I mention that???

Canon Heights:

Marlowe: 5'4" / 163cm

Kylah: 5'7" / 170cm

Adina: 4'11" / 150cm

Will: 6'2" / 188cm

Carter: 5'10" / 178cm

[kakyogay]

4, 9, 11, and/or 20!!

favorite thing to draw

totally not five pebble idk why anyone would think that

show us a finished piece right alongside the original sketch

it changed a lot

show us the last thing you drew, be it a finished piece or a small doodle

literally the last thing I drew was my persona in the above and the big boy peice that's also above so I'm gonna cheat and show these things I drew recently that I haven't put anywhere

context for the second is I turned my silly no story ocs into slugs

a piece from this year that you're really proud of

eugh this one's hard I've been liking a lot of my work this year. here's a few I really like

the colors from the first still go so crazy and I really like the shading from the second

[farther-north]

General info:

- Hi! My name's North (she/her), I'm a traditional/digital artist and animator!

- I generally do MCYT work, more specifically Hermitcraft and the Life Series, but do original works as well!

- Yes, I am a proud Crane Wives fan :>

- Yes, I still don't know how Tumblr works :']

- Very much a lore enthusiast :)

- Huge White Vault/horror podcast fan :3

Tags:

#North arts sometimes |<- general art peices

#north's notecards |<- drawings/doodles on notecards

#north's reblogs |<- reblogs

#North rambles ('n is gonna blow out her vocal chords) |<- for when I ramble/rant about random stuff (Crane wives, tma, life series, etc) w/out doodles

#daily hc doodles |<- my [almost] daily hermitcraft member doodle series

#crane posting |<- any of my crane wives posts!! Because I am not normal about their music /vpos

#from the cabin |<- asks

》Drawing/sketch requests are open!《

Materials used and stuff under cut

What I use/materials:

-Traditional works:

If it makes a mark on a piece of paper and makes some sort of sense, I'm using it

- Digital Works:

Ibis Paint X, Flipaclip, editing CapCut/Canva

More stuff will be added later here!

Have a great rest of your day/night :>

Random images and stuff um yea b(.▷.)b

[lets-try-some-writing]

I was going to request something about cybertonian turns of phrase and their human counterparts, but then your teacher Optimus au grabbed me by the neck and wrung me like a wet towel. I have been compelled to write a story of my own for it if that's okay.

For your enjoyment.....

Writing Woes

The new school year was fast approaching for Jasper Nevada Memorial High School. New year means new students. And new students means, at least for a certain Prime, more opportunities to preserve the history and culture of Cybertron through a fresh batch of bright minds and eager sparks. As well as through the older classes who had yet to graduate still.

However, there was a student that drew Optimus' eye now and then. Though clearly showing interest during his lessons, seemed to struggle in keeping pace with their peers in the more writing focused projects.

They tended to sit further to the back of the classroom. They wore a teal cargo jacket over a plain black tee-shirt, black pants under a teal frontless skirt, and blue knee high boots. Their hair was also blonde, dyed a dark green near the tips.

He's tried to talk to this student after school hours, but they'd have already left when he begins asking around. So he has to resort to this.

The bell for next class sounds, now or never.

"Mx. Sinclair? Before you leave, do you have a moment?"

Mx.Sinclair, or Beck as they prefer to be called, was initially surprised he called them out, "Uhh, s-sure."

Everyone else files out the door to their next class, leaving only the prime and his student.

"I'm not in trouble, am I, Mr. Pax?" Beck asked, fidgeting with the strap of their backpack.

"Not at all." He assured them, "Are you having trouble with handwriting?" Of course he already knew, but it never hurt to have the student confirm.

More fidgeting, "Yeah, that's never been my strong suit." Beck admits, "Doing it quick, the letters are sloppy and inconsistent. Doing it readable, takes forever."

"Would you prefer typing intead?" Optimus offers, "I can get a laptop for you to use in class, if you would like."

Beck is taken aback by the offer, "To be honest, I would, but I wanna improve my handwriting skills too."

It doesn't take long for the prime to come up with a compromise.

"Then perhaps I can get you something to practice your writing when not at school? A tablet, or perhaps a notebook?"

Beck smiles a little and nods slightly, "Yeah, that sounds nice."

"Alright then." Prime nods as well, "I will see you tomorrow."

"See ya." And Beck is off to their next class.

Optimus got some weird looks at base when he asked Raf for notebook recommendations after school.

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The next day, as soon as Beck walked into class, Prime had a notebook for them.

It was a simple thing, a single subject book with a green cover and a spiraled wire spine.

Nonetheless, Beck accepted it as if they had been offered to hold his newly sparked bitlet.

And things went back to business as usual for a time. Every day, after class, Beck would show Prime their improvement with a proud grin. And Prime's spark would swell with their progress.

One Monday, Prime would find an origami wolf on his desk made from a large peice of cardstock. Within the wolf's mouth, a folded up letter.

"Dear Mr. Pax,

I'm going to be out of town for the week. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you sooner, it's urgent. I promise to be back by Friday. I made you this as a thanks for the notebook.

From, Beck."

Prime was disappointed, but he understood urgency preceded all else. And the wolf was definitely appreciated. He kept it on his desk for the whole week.

When Beck showed up that Friday, they seemed more... refreshed than when he last saw them. Perhaps they'd just needed a break from it all, he's not going to assume anything.

I am still in the middle of moving, so no new writing of my own. But I am perfectly capable of quickly reviewing your work here!

To start off, I would like to say I love what you've come up with and its totally fine to write based off my little thoughts! Most of the time its just a mess of my tired brain's ramblings late at night, so seeing what others come up with is always welcome! Now with that out of the way, I will give you a full review of your work since you have taken the time to write this and let me take a look at it!

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Story: I see no issues with the story. It is a cute little snippet of one student learning under Optimus and so its structure and flow make sense. All I would recommend is adding a tad more information and description to each line to make the whole thing feel a bit more personality filled.

An example of this (please don't take this to heart or anything, this is just how I do things), would be this bit from your work below-

*Prime was disappointed, but he understood urgency preceded all else. And the wolf was definitely appreciated. He kept it on his desk for the whole week.*

-Which could easily be altered a little bit to give Optimus a bit more personality and give those reading a greater reason to be invested in the story you are telling. Like this-

*The Prime was rather put off, but he was well aware of the fact that urgency preceded all else. The gift of the wolf was sweet and eased the quiet disappointment that bubbled within his spark. Thus he kept it on his desk throughout the remainder of the week as a reminder of kindness shown and returned.*

Once again, this is just how I do things. There is no need to apply this. Every writer has their own style after all. I am just throwing the thought out there for you should you decide to use it.

Style: I see no issues with the flow of things or the format. All I would adjust is the tense in which you are writing the characters. It seems to be rather inconsistent, often jumping between word usage like "called" and "calls" like in this bit here-

*The bell for next class sounds, now or never.*

There is nothing wrong with this line on its own, but the usage of lines like the one below right after throw the whole tense of the story off and it can be a bit jarring.

*Nonetheless, Beck accepted it as if they had been offered to hold his newly sparked bitlet.*

In conclusion, I would pick a tense and stick to it. I tend to lean toward past third person since I can work more thoughts in for characters that way. However once again, this is just how I would do things. Do as you will.

Grammar: No serious issues here. Merely some words I feel are a little awkward in their placement. Running this snippet through a spell checker like grammarly would fix these issues right up.

Character: I see once again see no real issues with characterization here. I don't know your original character well enough to give you a thorough break down, nor do I see anything that would hint at Optimus being out of character. Both are portrayed as well as possible considering the length of the story and the setting. Excellent work on this front!

Overall: A fairly well written snippet! It could use some polishing, but the overall groundwork is solid and honestly I am super happy you were inspired enough by my attempt at Optimus being a teacher to write something of your own based on the concept! Thank you so much for sharing! It was a treat to read! I hope my thoughts and suggestions aren't too much!

[p4pert0wle]

I've done it,kinda

I fixed his design,perhaps

Idk it's a step up from my last attempt at him,the him in question being the fizz x ozzie child I had made

IT'S AT LEAST BETTER THAN WHAT I HAD BEFORE qwq

I'm not too sure about his outfit,I went for colors more bright to make him stand out idk man.

I changed alot of things,but not too much when it came to his body.His clothing being the biggest change,I changed his random assortment of feather colors to Fizz's hat colors and a red to match Ozzies red but made it more pinkish??

I used Ozzies other head feather color for the tips of his tail feathers,bc I wanted some kinda heart theme somewhers but I couldn't decide where.

I curved his horns back to kinda match Fizz's horns but not as big instead of the weird bull horns I was trying to give him before(No I'm not following the horn rule,I just wanted to make some fun looking horns)

And I put a lil bit of blue under his eyes bc I think it's fun :3

For the outfit,I knew I wanted to play into royal outfits but keep the poofy sleeves to represent fizz in someway(I just switched where the stripes are,with the leg stripes being on the arms and the arm ones on his pants)BUT I'M SORRY I JUST CAN'T

Like I legit cannot draw outfits or make a good outfit for the life of me the amount of struggle my brain just went through I just.Couldn't.

But I'm more proud of his design now than before,because..The stuff I was trying before I started this drawing

It's not as bad as I remember but AHG-

Idk weather or not I should keep his pupils or just don't,it'll take like actual months for me to find a design I'll fully like.He is still very much a work in progress,any oc I have is fr

Anyways just small art peices I did with him in it

I kept him orange,I was going to make him more red.But I just didn't,I wanted him to have traits from both of them but still look like his own character.

For personality I've just been descibing him to myself as 'He follows recipes to a tee but then he improvises and everything goes wrong from there' and not elaborating further.

Thank you brain

Ima say that he carries the same kinda energy Ozzie tends to,he just seems rather calm and responsible but then just has random bursts of chaotic energy.

Because while he is most likely the calmest one in the room,he's also likely to something dumb just for fun.

Idk when in the story he would come into existence,he's mostly going to be a WIP for awhile ngl

I leave now

[urfavoritedcwhore]

the russian boy//part fifteen

chapter two

warnings: swearing, stealing, suggestive themes at the end

not proof read

lowercase intended

part fifteen, chapter two: the little game

leaving the store, my hand in boris's, we all get back in boris's car. the first thing boris always does when he gets in is absolutely blasts the AC. even though it's almost october, the heat in los Vegas is still blazing hot. i sit back in my seat, sweating from the thick sweater and sweatpants i have on. "are we going home how?", i ask to both of the boys. "yep imma make pasta. you haven't lived till you tasted my pasta lucy lu.", theo says proudly. i laugh, he's got store bought noodles. when my dad would cook pasta for us he would always make it from scratch, teaching me how to make it when i was only 11 years old. boris chimes in, "we stop at one more place.", he says as he pulls out of the parking lot, his eyes on the road. "where?", theo and i say at the same time. "how do you say...ah, hardware store, yes?", he asks. i look at theo, he shrugs at me. "why do you need to go to the hardware store.", i ask him curiously. he shrugs, "need rope.", he says nonchalantly. theo chimes in, "why would you need rope boris?", he asks laughing. "like to tie knots.", he says to theo. theo laughs before looking at me and shrugging. i've learned not to question boris about his strange hobby's ever since i saw him dragging an old drum set in his garage, and keep me up all night while he played it loudly. (no he was not good whatsoever and i haven't heard any drum like noises coming from his house since.). boris drives as theo and i snack on the raw pasta, "you know, i could make real pasta when we get home. i think i have some eggs in the fridge and i know i have flour.", i say as i throw a small peice of a noodle into theo's mouth and watch him catch it. "you know how to do that?", he asks crunched down on the noodle. "mhm, i learned a while ago. i'm actually a good cook. believe it or not, i make food other than boxed mac and cheese.", i tell him proudly with a chuckle. we pull into a small shopping center, parking in front of a hardware store. "i'll come back, give me one minute.", boris says as he hops out of the car and jogs towards the store. theo looks back at me smiling, "okay so tell me...have you two actually fucked?", he asks out of nowhere. i nearly choke on my own spit. that was incredibly forward coming from theo. i look back at him, "ok ok you caught me, we haven't yet.", i say holding my hands up playfully in defense. "fuckin knew it!", he exclaims, obviously proud of himself for catching my lie. "i mean i definitely believed you at first, but when you saw the outline of his dick in the store, your mouth dropped down to your damn feet.", he says laughing. "nooooo, was it that noticeable?", i ask chuckling and putting my face in my right hand. "are you kidding? could you not see him smirking after he saw your face?", he asks with a laugh. "ok real talk theo, should i put out? or should i make him wait longer?", i ask him half joking half seriously. he leans back in his seat, his head still turned towards me, "can't answer that for ya lucy lu. if you're asking me if you think he'll leave after you two fuck, i'd say no way. he seems like he really likes you. i mean i should've known sooner you two were a thing from the way he talks about you.", he says to me, snapping his head back forward when he sees boris running towards the car. i wanna ask theo what boris says about me, but i realize i cant right now with boris approaching us so quickly. i think about what he said, that he doesn't think boris will ditch me after we sleep together. the more i think about it the more i agree with him. boris may seem like that kinda guy at first, but i really couldn't imagine him just abandoning me. maybe i'm being vain, but i think i agree with theo; i think he really likes me. boris opens the drivers door, plops himself in and immediately speeds out of the parking lot. "they saw me take!", boris says laughing as he speeds onto the road. immediately theo and i chime in with the laughter. "go go go!", theo yells as boris continues driving. "oh cmon it's just a rope, i doubt they would've carried that much.", i say in between laughs.

"no no lucy you don't understand, he picks up all kinda shit from that store, they chased us out last time.", theo said turning around to look at me. i laugh even harder imagining boris and theo running away as employees chased them. "i don't only take rope.", boris says pulling out 6 packs of spearmint gum. "boris why do you need that much gum!", theo says taking them out of his hands and inspecting them. "i like way it tastes.", boris says chuckling with a shrug. after about two more minutes of driving like a maniac, boris decides it's probably okay to slow down. we get to theo's house not long after. "i thought we were going to lucy's?", theo says looking out the front window of the car. "nie, we need to check on popchyk potter.", boris says opening his door and stepping out of the car. "larry and xandra are gone, yes?", he asks as theo crawls across to the drivers side and steps out of the car carrying the groceries.

"yea pretty sure.", theo replies as he begins walking up the lawn. boris helps me out of the car, "we sleep here tonight?", he asks taking my hand and following theo to the front door. "i can't, moms coming home tonight.", i say as we walk through the front door. popchyk runs up to us and theo scoops him up under his arm, as he makes him way towards the kitchen. even theo's house has the same lay out as mine and boris's. theo's house has far more furniture though, a bookshelf in the living room, a recliner chair, and a decent sized couch. i follow boris into the living room. "so i come over when she sleeps?", boris asks me with a smile as he plops down on the couch, pulling me down on his lap as he does so. i giggle and scoot around to place myself sideways on his lap, my feet hanging over his.

(reference pic at the bottom of the post)

i turn my head towards him, "can't sleep without me?", i say teasing him. "i get cold and you always warm.", he says with a toothy grin and a shrug. "okay so spaghetti will be done in like thirty minutes.", theo says to us from behind the kitchen counter, "don't worry about me, i don't need help or anything.", i can hear the sarcasm in his voice. as i begin to stand up i feel boris's hands on my hips pulling me back down. "don't worry, i'll be right back, i'm just gonna see what he needs", i say laughing. boris lets out a dramatic sigh as i free myself from his grip and walk into the kitchen. i roll up my sleeves, "alright so what can i do for ya", i say looking around. "start to boil the noodles while i make the sauce, if ya don't mind lucy lu.", he says with a comedic smile. i see a little pot on the counter and fill it up with tap water, turn on the stove, and lay the pot of the hot burner. as i wait for the water to boil i look into the living room and see boris flipping through the tv channels, until he eventually finds some random movie that catches his interest. when the water begins boiling i throw the noodles in and wait about six minutes before taking them out a straining them. i leave them in the strainer and put it on the counter, "need me to do anything else?", i ask theo. "nah, i just gotta let the meat finish cooking before i dump in the sauce and the noodles and let them warm up. i'll be done in like 15, thank ya though lucy lu.", he say turning back around to the stove and cooking the beef. i walk back into the living room and boris extends his arms out.

i plop back down on his lap, sitting in the same position i was before. taking my phone out of my pocket i check the time, 4:58 pm. ok so i'll probably head back home at around nine thirty so that i can be there when mom gets home. "american movies are so confusing, no?", boris says interrupting my thoughts. i turn and study the tv, he's watching toy story. of course he's watching toy story. "boris it's a kids movie of course it's gonna be confusing.", i say giggling. "movie is scary for kids though, no? the toys come to life!", he says pointing at the tv. i laugh, "just don't think too hard about it.", i say pulling his arm down and wrapping it back around me. after about ten more minutes of boris's consent questions about the movie, theo comes in the room with three bowls, carrying them like a server. i try to get up and sit beside boris, but boris pulls me right back down again. "is okay, i put my bowl on the table and eat like that.", he says motioning to the side table theo has beside the couch. "fine, but don't blame me when your struggling to eat.", i say shrugging and grabbing my bowl from theo's hand. boris takes his, placing it on the side table and eating it like he said he would. theo sits on the recliner scarfing his down. we all pretty much eat the pasta in five minutes at the very most. “can we watch a good movie now?”, theo asks as he signals for the remote with his hand. i put my empty bowl on the side table where boris’s empty bowl sits, and toss theo the remote. theo catches it just barely and uses the voice command searching, “scary movies”. “i get us blanket, lucy.”, boris tells me as he moves me off his lap and onto a couch cushion. real quick side track, it’s starting to get dark early as fuck. i mean i guess that’s usual for late september, but how is the sun already setting at 5:18 pm? anyways, moral of this is, i hate scary movies and it’s getting dark outside. well actually, to say i hate scary movies is an exaggeration. i more so hate being scared, but in a way i love scary movies, they usually have really good plots. theo eventually stumbles across a movie called, “the strangers”, which i’ve never seen before. theo says he’s seen it and loves it so i’ll trust him cause usually his taste in anything is good. boris comes back to the couch with a huge blanket and drapes it across both of us as he plops back down on the couch.

i pull the blanket up to my chest while boris scoots me over to him, pulling up my legs and putting them on my lap. “what are we watching?”, he asks as he looks at the opening credits on the screen. theo tells him the name of the movie, to which boris responds, “never see it.”. “yeah cause you only watch whatever shit movies are on cable.”, theo points out. “potter, cable movies are good. have lots of funny things. is good, no?”, boris responds. “boris how can the movies you watch be funny? whenever i come over and your watching something, its either a kids movie or a random documentary. plus you never understand anything that’s going on in them and you ask a million questions.”, theo says looking at boris with raised eyebrows. i chuckle a bit as the boys continue bicker-…wait. what was that. okay so boris’s hand just shifted from resting on my knee to resting on my thigh and squeezing it. i look over to him, but his eyes are now focused on the movie. i see a slight smirk emerge on his face as he catches my stare out of the corner of his eye. i’m sure my face is red as fuck, but luckily the sun is almost completely set, and the living room lights are off. he knows what he’s doing, and im sure he knows it’s working. i look back over at the tv, unable to focus on the movie. all i’m able to focus on his how fucking hot this man is. he’s literally tracing circles on my thigh with his thumb. i’m gonna cave, i know im gonna cave soon. suddenly i have a brilliant idea. i look over at theo, “theo, can i snag some shorts from your room?”, i ask him with a sweet smile. “sure lucy lu, take whatever ya want.”, he says, his eyes not leaving the screen. i pull my legs off of boris and get up from the couch. i begin walking to the stairs, but just as i reach the first step i look back at boris an plant an innocent smile on my face. i catch a glimpse of his wide eyes and crooked smirk before i turn back around and walk up the rest of the steps. this boy is in for a suprise if he thinks i wont spin his little game right back around on him.

A/N: “we love part fifteen😩”, we all say in unison

reference pic:

[millymoonstar]

An old peice of art I'm still proud of, it's been an entire year since I made this. This hosts my second fursona Future in the night sky.... What could he be possible thinking about...?

[vilelittlecritter]

Okay I'm basically done because I'm starting to get tired of this lol. I wanna go do something. This was mostly done as a learning experience for anatomy and digital and considering this is my first shot at digital in a long time I'm really proud!!!

I honestly was'nt sure I could do this but I really liked how it turned out!!! Although I do wish I tried using colour but that would require re-doing a lot of it which I dont want to lol

It's honestly just a sketch but I still really like it!!! Hopefully I'll start making actual peices very soon!!!

So yeah there's a character sheet of the them.

[lilies-and-laughing-gas]

I'm so happy about all the cool peice I've pushed myself to make this year, even with art block looming over me.

Im especially proud that i fully participated in smile for me week, making a peice for every prompt no matter how small.

I'm also so happy I got into scrapbooking this year as its given me a place to experiment be more messy and loose.

These are some of my favourites from this year that I'm still really proud of:

Objecthead Kamal | Trippy eye | Amethyst deceiver | Dr. Habit | fly agaric | oc Lichen | Smoking Jon | Dr. Loboto

[darkhorse-javert]

Anthony 'Tonk-Tonk’ Roberts (Blind Dates OC)

This might be a bit of a cheat @blind-dates-fest (?), as I have written about this character before, and in passing in some of my fic. But here's another whole peice from his perspective.

Late Summer 1945 France

The flat land is plain and simple, smooth fields, distinguised from from England by the beautifully lined trees on some of the roads, otherwise it isn't really that different. Strange how feral and dangerous it had been only two years ago. Music reaches his ears and he realises he's humming again, very softly. Clair de Lune. Well, safer than La Marseillaise used to be, or God forbid, one of the favoured songs from the Mess. How often in the blind terror of needing to be quiet, had those got stuck in his head, and he'd had to swallow them back.

A wall rises in front of them, and the bus draws up. The conductor stands and calls out clearly, "Nouvion, Messieurs and Mesdames, Nouvion."

It's a sudden shock, the word pronounced so clearly, in the French accent. He climbes to his feet and pulls down the haversack, joining the exodus down the centre aisle. He climbs down the steps and stills. I'm here

A French bark of annoyance behind him and an elbow jolts him forwards, so he stumble walks through the arch. this time he stops with his back to the town wall.

It's all here, exactly the same as it had been. The fountain, the spindly trees- those look better than he remembers actually - the shops, that shabby little blue awning over the cafe, even the cobbles have barely changed.

No, there's one different thing. He crosses the square to the statue set in the dip in the wall. It is Him, the cafe owner, as to the very life, even holding out a menu.

'E is Msuir Rene" a woman's voice says in heavily accented English "E 'Nighthawk' in La Resistance in La Guerre. 'E very brave."

"Yes He helped me in the War." He tries to say in French, knows it comes out garbled, more broken than he wants. He can at least ask. Monsieur Rene, is he alive?" He's had one of the exiles drill that question into his head, the sylabelles rote.

The woman nods and waves to the building they are next to "Yes, yes "'E iz alive. 'e run the Café."

He turns with her guesture. The painted name is proud on the front. Café Réné. Here at last.

He bows slightly to the woman "Merci, Madame." Now if i remember, he weaves through the little tables and their woven chairs, then pushes open the door.

The bell clatters it's warning as he steps inside,and the black and white back of the broad man behind the bar turned, revealing Monsuir Rene in his long plainfaced, slightly portly way. Still the same

"Good Afternoon"- the man called in French "You would like a table?"

These phrases he knows easily, knows through the repetition of the months living here, and hearing them day in day out. Even if they are now spoken more quickly -the speed of full french, not dragged out for his or the German's benefit.

His mouth is dry, as if he's been chewing leftover ship-biscuit, "Msuir - je suis un aviator." Was it un?, he racked his mind, it would have to do "un Pilote British." He tapped his chest, waved back towards Rene In La guerre vous-" Oh, what the sod was 'help' in French? he pointed to himself, then the floor "moi hide ici. Je suis RAF. je suis Anthony Roberts."

Monsuer Rene was frowning in concentration as he listened, then his face lit up with a slightly too wide smile. "You (something) here, Welcome, Welcome, Good very good." The man is keeping his French very simple.

"Thank you, Monsieur. Thank You." It's all he can manage suddenly, to repete the words with great fervour, as if that is really enough. They could have been shot for hiding me.

And there's one of the waitresses, the taller dark-haired one he remembers, comes trotting up "What is your name?" she asks in good English "zere were many pilots here."

"Je suis Robert Je suis- he flutters his fingers in the air, at which they both look blank. The piano is still there, he strides over to it, flipping the cover, even as they rush, probably to try and stop him.

Those were the notes. Bent over he begins to play, one of the lead pieces from the Madame's Caberet evenings. He looks over his shoulder towards them, and there is dawning understanding and recognition. He

"Rober, Rober." Yvette claps her hands, "Welcome back."

He grins, sits down and morphs the tune into La Marseillaise. how many times had he wanted to do that, but hadn't dared. Now I can.

[the1weepinqguitar]

tally hall sketches and other assorted doodles

Here ya go guys! I also have improvement pics from last year! Almost two years in the Tally Hall fandom! Woohoo! My Marvin's CD is gonna hate me even more after all of this

A Ross sketch! I'm super proud of how it turned out! Below is a close-up!

The aforementioned close-up, showing the shading on his face and the folds of his sleeve!

Zubin! I love the side profile, and I used his picture in the MMMM booklet as a reference! Close up below, so you can see some of the more fine details/shading

the close-up!

Here's Andrew! His hair is kinda hard to not fluff-ify, but I dealt with it anyways and tried my best to keep it close to reality. Obligatory close(r)-up below.

next will be some other random stuff, mostly tally hall, but some of it is oc art

drew this drawing of Ross last September. Not amazing but very stylized, which I love/hate. the tag on the bottom left reads, "he's rather disheveled but this is the best I could do back then"

wtf is he doing? He in an action movie or something? btw this was last-year's andrew. very stylized. i hate it.

decided not to include the other last-year Rob cause i hate it deeply. this one's much better. very fluffy. i dont like the collar tho

just me poking fun at my horrendous attempts at stylizing joe. im not gonna draw him as much as the others btw.

This is from an au created by @bonkdd, but i did rob and andrew's designs bc i never saw his designs for them. i also added a lot of lore and plot stuff because i really liked the concept. in simple terms the tallies are robots that were abandoned by Marvin after he passed away so now they're falling apart n stuff without him to care for them (that's why rob hides his face). Anyways, huge thanks to Bonk for the original idea! They're a great artist, you should go check them out!

Edith, drawn/sketched with a ballpoint pen.

Another one. I like this one better, but I spent two days on this one versus a half on hour on the other so i guess it makes sense

Adrian and Reuben (OCs), done in a college-ruled notebook bc i ran out of pages in my sketchbook. next is a close-up so you can see more shading.

probably my favorite gay couple i've ever written ngl

Ace again, but wearing Reuben's favorite sweater.

Looking mighty fine!

He's lookin' tough, he's got the stuff, he's got the spiffy shades... (/lyric)

pose practice

Boll weevil, why don't you get out of your home? (/lyric)

old art jumpscare - i actually kinda like this one, might redraw it. Below is the full thing

why is zubes staring like that??? its creepy

here's another. i don't know why it's sideways. andrew is scared of joe btw, this isn't the entire drawing

Did an embossing peice. It's the Mojo Chessmaster! I tried by best to make it as detailed as possible, and I think I did pretty alright. The neck was probably the worst part to do. Below are close-ups

the head of the guitar was a pain in the ass.

This part was also pretty tricky but it came out okay. the dials at the bottom are raised as much as I could get them to go, so I'm not worried about them. My issue here was the pickups.

I also added Flansburgh's little signature guy but i drew his hair because why not? Anyways this piece took me a good hour or so to finish, I think it'll fetch a good grade (it was for my metal design class).

I'll add a sketch I just did as a bonus:

it's from a tally hall fanfic/au i made back in may after my grandpa passed away. It was a great stress-reliever and I still really like how it turned out. It's about cryptids and monsters and shit. I'll post a summary on a different post because this one was mostly for the drawings. I might post a few installments of it on my ao3. It could be a weekly thing since i usually have time on fridays to write.

Once again, a close-up is available below.

I put literal hours of research on cryptids and of the area (ann harbor, MI) while writing this fic. It was fun though, and it helped me a lot. Feel free to ask me anything about the plot or world-building !