#gaze upon me

[extrogem]

after two years of e i can still eviscerate an apple

[limblesstar]

reminder that i’m not only your iliad mutual but also super fucking hot (HE/IT)

[philodendrongirl]

[tow-bees]

Fishing trip with death god/dad and death god/dad’s usurper/new death god after being imprisoned for like a thousand years in the land of the dead or something

[poplarbark]

this image givbes me so much euphoria. i don t know where it comes from or what the original is but its one of my favourite images

[linoyes]

[makenna-made-this]

'I can't believe i missed the northern lights, once in a life time experience FOMO" could NOT be me. I see the northern lights every day in my chickens' beautiful feathers

[communist-hatsunemiku]

I'm Staring At You

[imperatorrrrr]

sad Nico photoset, sorry

[bananananurr]

here have an art dump 🗿

[bazpango]

"Ah, do you like me just that little bit more? Are we friends now?"

[vanweezer]

coreys in my sketchbook 1/∞

commissions

[maplepamcake]

wip sketch to show off my amazing hand placeholder

[hair-dice]

Do you think the stars are visible? Being stuck in the belly of AM, it is not, but outside? Above?

Do you think that if you were to frantically crawl your way through shredded metal, slicing your skin through to the bone, pushing against the cables restraining you back, you might get a glimpse?

The machine fights against you, pushing plates into your body that roughly saw into you-- they were too dull to cut smoothly. It wasn't a trap this time. It was an oversight. You feel yourself begin to be constricted, a sheet of rusted metal quickly slamming itself into your shoulder, snapping the clavicle like a twig.

It hurts. It hurts, you cried internally. But your opposite hand that reached far above you, blood pooling down the mangled limb into your face, touches something of a different texture. And above it, you feel nothing more.

You grip and pull. Pull as hard as your atrophied muscles could, like you were born for nothing more. The plate wedged in your shoulder pushes back, slicing further down your side with great resistance. It hurts. You've felt it before. You pull harder and harder, suddenly finding the intensity of the force restraining you lessened. This was a trap, but you didn't care.

You pull, and pull debris into your eyes. You keep them open. You pull more, feeling the plate make its way down to meet your ribcage. You pull. You pull. You pull more into your face, digging and digging with digits that you knew would never be able to perform fine movements again after this stunt. You pull. There's a hole. It's about as wide as your fist.

Through it, you can see nothing but darkness.

[jonathanbyersphd]

dinkleberg

[hballegro]

"A lot of very touching songs came outta that war..."

s2e5 "Dr. Pierce and Mr. Hyde"

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another piece for the pile. this one took ~25 hours, ish? i regretted it as soon as i picked it lol. still CSP, still gouache brush [my beloved] and various blenders. when i got to the rain poncho i had to bribe myself with sweets to do all the texturing, it was hell on earth and that alone took 6ish hours. i am most proud of the right [his left] eye lol i think i nailed that sucker

if anyone has recommendations for the next one, speak now; i am very bored over summer break waiting for college to begin and this damn show is swallowing up my life, so might as well lol

and like last time, heres some WIP snapshots [with numbers this time] to show what order they came in

put off that ear for 12 years and then nailed it first try, c'est la vie