#but im still proud abt it!

[caramelmochacrow]

happy birthday to mashiro!!! :D

[saeiken]

🍴🍴🍴🍴

i really like how the lineart came out so here it is on its own :>

[lillazyboithings]

"You better leave your hopes behind,

No one's gonna stop him"

This WIP is no longer a WIP lol, this thing has been unfinished for 2 months and i finally got to continue it :DD!

anyways this is basically me being inspired by my classmate drawing a frame from the musical so i thought "Hey! that would be fun to do", it was not fun to do when you have multiple art deadlines y'all

Left is rendered with background, right is the initial base colors (didnt like the color of pete's pants lol)

[skitskatdacat63]

2023 Qatar Grand Prix - Sprint - Oscar Piastri

[luck-of-the-drawings]

"I think this is the most inhuman; and human, that I've ever felt.." MUCH CAN HAPPEN IN A YEAR. IN FIVE YEARS. A DECADE. imagine how much can happen in a century. just ONE (1). How will you grow? what phases do you find? even in 5 years, you will find patterns.

[quirkle2]

i have GOT to stop drawing things for fics i haven't written yet

[nailbattery]

for a criterion cover assignment from over a year ago (-_-;) happy birthday little miss sunshine! 🌻💃🕺

[wybienova]

did you get your wish?

[torahtot]

so sad when ashkenazim make their whole personality about how their food is so bland and spiceless when really it should be about how they're hot as fuck

[reineydraws]

sometimes ya just gotta put a guy in some Outfits ✨️💕

(these are all inspired by pieces from this post)

[old-stoneface]

9in by 12in acrylic painting i did for my father in 2023, his favorite tarot card, the fool

[bl-inkstone]

"when the fire takes and leave me nothing but ash, cup me in your loving palms and make me human again."

a short kaveh thoughtspost about you loving him, burnt edges and all.

i think loving kaveh, for all his brilliance and fancy, is exactly what loving an artist is like.

it's not uncommon for him to come home with tired eyes and aching, reaching limbs honed onto you. most nights, you like to tease him and compare your love to a particularly needy limpet, where not even the crashing waves of alhaitham's annoyance at his "shameless displays of affection" (punctuated by sharp, pointed remarks and long side-eyed glances) are enough to draw him from your side. he says he clings to you because he missed your warmth, and that not even the most potent of electro slimes could ever compare to the amount of energy you give with one embrace. you only laugh in return to his poetic musings with one hand raised to hide your flushed cheeks from sparkling red-wine eyes.

but what is uncommon, however, is the first night kaveh came to you, tired and aching and physically reaching as he always does, but hiding behind halfhearted eyes.

at first, you feared what you believed to be the worst: has he fallen out love? have i been lacking in some way? am i not good enough anymore?

he reached for you and held you, yes, but you could feel just from his touch alone just how distant his mind is from you. were you any weaker, you would've stayed quiet, unsure and hurting, and internalized all of these little unspoken things until the day you could not take anymore and leave behind your heart (your love, and only love) alone in the four walls of his shared home.

but you aren't.

so here you are now, with kaveh near-catatonic on the floor and your anxious, worried hands doing all you can to bring him back to you.

it's been a rough few days, weeks, months for kshahrewar's golden boy, chasing deadline after deadline and just barely maintaining his own self-imposed standard of quality, and kaveh is barely holding himself together. and try as he did to keep such unsightly matters away from you, you've noticed. you always do. and it's the sight of your worried, asking eyes and the sound of your voice flowing through him, "what's wrong, my heart? what is it? how can i help?" that finally breaks him.

he has never denied you anything (not his joy, his company, or his pleasure), and as loathe as he is for his weakness, he won't start now.

so kaveh falls to his knees, strangely disconnected from his body with frustration and fatigue raging in whatever hollow he left behind. he tilts forward when his strength leaves him (when he finally allows it to, after months of pushing more, just one more deadline—) and feels himself physically melt when you catch him in ready arms and hears the steady beat of your heart. his genius is a passionate, fiery thing, lighting the way to grander ventures and innovations that could lead sumeru's tomorrow, but just as all fires do, it burns.

but here, he thinks, in the scorched ground of your embrace that no fire could ever touch, he can rest.

kaveh hates to disturb or inconvenience you in any way — being his lover, he'd often joke with quick, unsure eyes and a crooked smile, is enough work already. but you recognize his doubts as well as you recognize your own. he can't fool you. not about this.

so, you reach down and curl yourself around him, guardian and shelter and lover all at once, and allow him refuge from the burning embers still glowing in the dredges of his beautiful, beautiful mind.

"it's alright," you kiss the reassurance into the crown of his tired head, heavy with the weight of all that he carries with his name as the light of kshahrewar. "take all the time you need, my love. the world can wait for you. rest."

dampness invades the cloth of your robes and you feel them, his gilded tears (always gilded, because everything about kaveh, even his grief, is golden) soak through the skin of your lap.

"i have so much work to do." his voice is a fragile, ruined thing.

"the world will wait, and i will help you. there is nothing you can't ask of me, kaveh."

"you already do so much," he gasps through a stuttering sob. "i will - i will not begrudge you, my heart, if you choose to..."

no. he can't say it. he doesn't want to say it. there's something to be said about the old warnings his elders had about not speaking ill fates into existence, and the fear that he almost did so makes him shake like a battered leaf, barely holding onto his branch, in the raging wind. he shakes and muffles sobs that tear at your heart, hoping you wouldn't hear and think any less of him (because you must, you must, oh, how could he ever show something so ugly to you), and you understand.

"i'm not going anywhere." the words leave you like dew falling off leaves after a storm, and they sting and soothe in the same breath the burns he's hidden for so long.

(am i good enough for you? is all i am enough for you? when my hands no longer hold my pens the same and my words escape me, and the clay has become too hard for me to shape, will you still love me then?)

"i'm here, kaveh. yours, for as long you'll have me, and you're mine, for as long as you'll allow."

forever, then. through the blur of his tears, he raises his head and presses himself, cheek and nose and crown, to your waiting hands like a devout believer laying worship to the first temple that has given him solace in years. forever, forever and ever until the sands of time erode whatever is left of us that loves away.

he drinks in the comfort of your shared silence, basks in the security that even now, at his worst and most unbecoming, you still love him enough to allow him this. his heart settles, slowly, and his mind calms into something less frenzied, less a forest fire, and into something he can recognize as himself again.

kaveh has always loved your hands, endlessly gentle and comforting as they are. he could recognize you blind, deaf, and mute, from the sheer comfort your touch brings him alone. he grasps them in his own calloused fingers and lays soft, grateful kisses to each segment, knuckle, and stretch of skin wound around it. it's these hands that have soothed his physical aches with skin-warmed salves and massages. it's these hands that have calmed his mind in the worst of his passionate genius, running careful fingers through golden strands and reminding him "that the mind can churn and charge all it wants, love, but the body has needs too." it's these hands that have cupped him, left as nothing but ash and bitter tears and dead dirt by his own fiery resolutions, and sculpted him into something human again.

i love you, he does not say because the weight of all the love he feels, both in him and from you, chokes him to silence. instead, he closes his watery eyes and presses himself closer, closer to you, and breathes.

he shakes again in your embrace, but more softly, this time. calloused fingers curl around yours in a desperate bid to keep you close, so much like the stubborn limpet you'd liken kaveh to during nights when the fires hadn't burned him yet, and you understand.

i love you too.

[i may not know much about kaveh, but he is very precious 2 me. i hope i did him some justice with this, and that you enjoyed reading it!]

[littleguyzdaily]

Little guy number 74: well well well if it iznt Rainbow the tranz guy who usez she/her and iz gay both wayz Dash

[iraprince]

aw damn i woke up and my arm hurts pretty bad.... after i was all smug abt how diligent i've been with resting/doing my stretches yesterday, too...! it looks like maybe the artfight stuff i managed to get done yesterday is it for this year, which is a bummer bc i was genuinely looking forward to one last marathon today 😢

[luck-of-the-drawings]

!!! FLASHING LIGHTS WARNING!!! [IM NOT FUCKIN AROUND!!]

REACHED THE CUSP OF 'THIS MAY NEVER BE ABSOLUTELY FINISHED N IF I DONT SHOW IT NOW, IT WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY.' SO HERE, A PROJECT IVE BEEN ORBITING AROUND UHH SINCE 2021 OR SO.

[jrueships]

i thought you were a bills fan? or are you a stefon diggs akgae

i had to look up what that is LOL and.. well. it's kinda complicated, i mean i guess. Nut like. (But*) (too lazy to backspace LMFAO) when i say i like teams.. i say like. U know. I like the team. I like the ppl that make up that team. And by ppl i rlly do mean ppl . I love stef, and I also love isiah Mckenzie, Gabe Davis, devin Singletary, Jordan poyer, etc. like. i hate when teams blow up. so like. am i loyal to teams (the big thing) nah, lol. But i'm loyal to the ppl who make up the team. I'd be more of a fan of Buffalo if the guys on the team i came here for were still there, but they're not. i love buffalo's spirit and their utilization of the cold. I think weather utilization is hilarious. I'm still gonna hope for good things for Josh but like. Yea, lol, I did get introduced to Buffalo thru stef and then fell in love with his team during that Era and now that the whole reason i first fell in love with them has moved ? im moving a lil too .

im not the biggest fan of football in general, it was always a bit boring to my very small attention span both watching and playing it. So I don't rlly always introduce myself as a football fan to ppl bcs a lot of me being a 'fan' is me playing it as background noise while i work out or smthing. it'll be a little dif if it was basketball bcs I pretty much root for any team that sucks in basketball. So like. I'm just kinda a fan to anything rlly. im very hesitant to be fully like. 110 percent into things sometimes (like how im saying smthimes instead of all the time when it probably is leaning more toward all the time). so like i mean. Yea i like stef, like how i liked Brad Beal and the older wiz at one point and then he moved weird and my beautiful Bonga and others broke up like. I stopped watching them for a bit but ill still root bcs they're still the wiz and i liked the wiz at one point and ill probably like them to the same amount I did p soon now that bilal is there and attitudes are changing and i can find more ppl to like and fall in love with again to make me actually like the team as a team again