#h.art

[sweet-chimera]

// @infernal-feminae is the cause your honor.

[afk-ranger]

// HRNG OFFICE AU NECTAR.

[nevadas-menace]

drawings from October in the sketchbook

[h-artofchaos]

they say he's a vigilante with a 6-million-dollar bounty on his head idk

[gatorswag]

Hehe here is my fursona :] no name yet just icarly shirt

[sweet-chimera]

Honey: Whots tae foon in dressin' up if yer nae inclusive? C'mon duck. We've got tae lerds werk tae do

Hax vc: Didn't know you had anything in my current size, love~

[sweet-chimera]

// Have some anatomy practice (With help from @cxffeeshxp thanks boo )

[afk-ranger]

// I've been big time lurking cause i'm working on my game-- have a nectar

[nevadas-menace]

last post of 2023

me 👍

[sweet-chimera]

There was something unnervingly unwelcoming about the area. In the same way that you'd feel eyes on you from the woods. Open arms welcoming you back to nature from where you once came, but every human part of you had danger and alarm bells. For becoming uncivilized usually meant certain death. But this feeling abated the longer the creature wandered.

He suddenly became apart of the ecosystem at the part of night where the moon began to dip and the pitch black sky was beginning to go from a murky navy to shades of pinks, reds and oranges. The sun was coming up!

Too bad that it just made it easier to see all of the creatures who were inhabiting the same space as him. Obvious predators eyeing him from a distance, well camoflauged. Even the plants seemed to follow him and turn their nonexistent heads towards him.

Until finally, a break in the foliage to something at least resembling civilization. Manicured and bordered, the once hostile flora became much less... murdery...

It was even pretty, and who ever lived here either took pride in it, or simply had too much time on their hand. It had to be the truth, because they left 3 perfectly good pies on an open ledge at the butt crack of dawn. These were fresh. They were definitely up.

Speaking of up, Honey heard knocking. She though she was going insane because she doesn't get visitors often, much less visitors before most people even got up to get ready for a days work at their farms.

"Ah'm comin' ah'm comin'. Hold yer horses." Her distinctly scottish tones called out with a hint of annoyance.

In all her 5'7" glory, the chimera swung the creaky wooden door open, 2 hands on one hip and two on the door. 4 eyes trained on Grimwulf with no sign of shock or repulsion. Just, mild annoyance.

"Aye?"

GRIMULF HAD CROSSED OVER yet again.

The insistent need for wanderlust led him deep into a cavern that felt like a portal, to another world.

The Rogue had been wandering this new realm for a few days when he found himself traversing through a thicket of lush forest where he felt the need to be careful. Certain vegetation, florals and fauna seemed less than friendly to outsiders.

It was here that he caught the scent of something delectable. The undisputed scent of baked goods!

Noteworthy scents were soft. Like a dash of vanilla flavoring along with something sweet, a fruit slowly cooked until soft. Finished off with rich, buttery hints of flakey promises and a sprinkling of sugary sweetness for good measure.

This scent caused a grunt to escape him while he savored it.

His stomach growled.

Driven by hunger his curiosity got the better of him, once again. He tracked the lingering scents trail until he came to what looked like an exceedingly quaint cottage. Inhabited and well cared for. With tended-to gardens and the perfect melding of the wilds meeting curated nature. Warm and welcoming but not too much. It felt like a loving curation, a display of art. A peaceful sanctuary in their personal corner of the cosmos, untouched by most.

Grimulf meandered up into the perimeter of the property, hopping over a picket fence and capturing the sight of the most heavenly creation he'd ever witnessed.

A trio of pies, cooling on the window sill, left seemingly unguarded.

The concept of a grab and run trickled up his spine and sent him in closer only to abort the mission at the last split second!

He was no thief, so he knocked on the door like a civilized monster and then took a step or two back convinced he'd scare the daylights out of whoever answered the door.

closed starter: @sweet-chimera

[storiedhistories]

Me: [watching T.orchwood] Also me: [completely forgot that J.ames M.arsters was in a few episodes] Me @ me: Bitch, don't you do it. Don't you fucking do it. Me at the end of the first of his episodes: [starts new doc for one "J.ohn H.art"] Me: FUCK.

[stormlit]

e.lvis h.arte is captain and a striker for manchester united (and on the england squad), and is georgie's ex-fiancé. he's considered a charismatic heartthrob by fans and is incredibly ruthless on the pitch, definitely with a tendency towards fights/fouls. he's an arrogant twat who thinks he's god's gift. he left georgie at the altar several years ago - which was, naturally, splashed across the tabloids, especially considering that she was "just" a soldier at the time. great photos of her sobbing outside the church, yknow.

what the tabloids didn't dig out was his pattern of abusive and controlling behaviour, which has definitely amped up now they're not together; he still finds excuses to get close to her and turn up where she is, still likely believes he'll win her back, she's pretty sure that he wanted to be based in manchester bc it's her hometown. he's a piece of shit and she doesn't like to talk about him, only really opening up to a few close friends.

also every so often someone is like "hey aren't you the girl e.lvis h.arte left on your wedding day?" and she has to remember how that felt. i feel like the tabloids remember who she is once she starts dating balfour @sthrlnd1 too bc here she is again with a prominent footballer

[sweet-chimera]

Oh no you don't--

The near murderous parental urge was palpable to someone with emotional senses as keen as Olgan's. One of her plants practically

C R A C K E D

to life with how fast it grew to slam the door.

Hurried, slightly enraged hoof steps paced behind olgan, stomping to the front of her.

"Olgan-- ah let too many people, gett of wit tae mooch tae keep tae peace. Ah let too many people insult meh and walk away unscathed. Ah tell ye t'is lovingly, and only once. DO note, touch me kids. Do note. Go against me parenting."

"Give me. My. Child. NOW."

@sweet-chimera

Deer in the headlights seeing Honey had caught her. "Quick! We must flee to somewhere we can train!" Tries to usher the little one away to teach her more violence!

[athene-art]

💛 h.Art Week at Grange Court, Leominster, UK. 07-15/09/24 🖼

This week I've been at an art exhibit that's showing off the work of artists from all over Herefordshire!

Tomorrow is the final day of the exhibit (it's open until 5), and it's been so much fun so far. I've loved meeting all the other artists, drawing in my downtime, and meeting so many lovely visitors!😊🧡

[sweet-chimera]

"Yes-- no, ah mean ye can ahve meh tongue ah mean-- pretty."

@sweet-chimera said: Pretty-- pretty lady. Don't mind Honey looking respectfully.

"Cat got your tongue, darling~?" Yes, Honey. Stroke her ego.

[kissofthemuses]

{ was looking up gifs of an actress and I came across this gif that woke my Sus.an H.art muse up immediately.

She's just like 👀 'can I be sandwiched between them?' }