#i found the pictures on pinterest

[stressedfluff]

This pictures feels like them { Chiley }

[oxygen-stealer]

Ultratober 2024 // 23-25 different genre

I think ultkill would probably make a really good basis for an analog horror. This specifically was based of the monument mythos because I love that fuckin series.

[freakvampire]

PLEASE tell me there's more pictures from this shoot. there have GOT to be more pictures from this shoot

[hansoeii]

started a new sketchbook cos I missed drawing in ink

[blaithnne]

Good luck babe

[online2002]

:33 < johndave pawst instant follow

YIPPIEEEEEEE!!!!

[deadunderorbit]

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[teansouprmyjam]

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studies of rembrandt peale that turned into this guy

[soullessseraphim]

Move, Lucio. It's their turn with the fur

Testing things out oouhouhououwowooowhhohw

[noxlysium]

[raddestrose]

I have nothing really important to say but look at him

isn’t he adorable

[m4ggotm0ld]

sorry this took so long I lost all motivation halfway through 🧍🧍

also ty to @rainyose and @ace-dodo for drawing suggestions

love this guy

[raposabranca]

I already love my new children.

[freakish-goth]

those of you who said this scene would hurt- it did. and I hate that we knew it. We knew it would hurt.

[fbfh]

just woke up from a baby dream and I'm a sobbing wreck :) anyway Logan Huntzberger doesn't expect much from his future besides monetary success, partying, and a lot lot lot of sex. he definitley doesn't expect to look up one day and realize he's sharing a home, a life with someone. not only that, but he's the one that instigated it. he told you in college he didn't like you being around other guys. he stopped caring about the girls that he would go between, because now he just seems to care about you. everything else falls to the sidelines. so he comes back to his big fancy house after an important business meeting on the golf course, and he sees you there. some old sitcom is marathoning on tv, and you're wrapped up in fluffy blankets, hair up and out of your face. you look so cozy, so comfortable. you keep adjusting the blankets, fussing with them as you hum softly. he walks closer, overcome with a feeling of love and swelling pride and... paternal instinct he's never felt. your son Henry, just a month or two old is bundled on your arms. you look up at Logan and smile so warmly he could cry just from the look on your face when you see him.

"hi," you breathe softly. Henry's settled down, so you don't want to rile him up too much, but he's not all the way asleep.

"hey ace," he breaths, sitting next to you. he wraps you in his arms and kisses you, meeting forgotten as you both admire you baby boy together. you rub his tummy gently, soothingly, and Logan smooths his hair. it's short and fuzzy, and a little prickly. it makes him laugh softly. Henry is wearing the white and blue onesie Honor got for him at the baby shower. he makes a mental note to take some pictures to send her of him wearing it. the soft fabric of his polo shirt and the smell of his cologne mixed with the distinct remnants of golf course air is so comforting. he watches you admire your son, trace the shape of his cute little nose, copy the faces he makes, babble little noises at him. he watches you smooth his hair and help him get comfortable in your arms, watches you place your finger in his hand so he can hold onto it with that surprisingly strong baby death grip. Henry wiggles around, getting comfortable in your arms, and you kiss his forehead again. once you're sure that he's settled, not too warm and not too cold, comfortable and lying safely, you can finally relax. you rest your head on Logan's shoulder, closing your eyes and finally letting yourself relax and rest a little. you take in a big deep breath of his masculine scent, somehow both spicy and refreshing, and sigh. you're content. you're more than content, he realizes. you're happy. Logan... made you happy. he found out what you wanted and built you a life you want, a life he wants. it hits him like a ton of bricks in one overwhelming, amazing moment, and he soaks in the feeling, watching the way your sleeping babys face and yours mirror each other.

[wrmbug]