#it's uhhhh. transparent

[hplonesomeart]

Hey. Sorry about the inactivity, but pretty sure no one cared that much anyways lol. Been a looooong time since I kept that distant from Tumblr…at least now I know I’m able to survive without checking posts every day/being chronically online! I’ve got an intense love-hate relationship with this lifestyle I’ve dug myself into. Think I’m getting a little bit better with the balance even if school isn’t really giving me an option. Got a load of work I need to keep catching up on if I don’t want to disappoint my professors. We’ll survive somehow. Here take a quick batch of Puzzle doodles k bye

[holocene-sims]

another text post (but this time about the story)

hello, it's me again! listen, i know it's been since february that i've posted the story (or...actually really anything substantial at all...) but TADA!

there's a story queue to get going!

edit: and by get going, i mean it's already going. i forgot to post this announcement first. oops!

the queue is roughly about two weeks long and will post twice a day, as usual, at 8 and 9PM EST!

fair warning that i'm running the queue while i'm away in ireland without access to my computer or tumblr, so i won't be able to fix the next // previous links or refill the queue again until i get back! but as soon as i return, i'll do replies and housekeeping :)

[birdb1tch]

theyre t4t

[windrunner]

Some Warcraft Yrel transparents , because I could only find one of HOTS Yrel to make icons.

All art is Blizz official from Hearthstone; in order the artists are (unlisted/possibly multiple), Marc Escachx, James Ryman, and Phroilan Gardner!

[stinkbeck]

dude i'm gonna throw up. i cannot write a critical analysis of this writer without hating on him. i do not wanna make my prof feel bad either though. :/

[schn33wi11ch3n]

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

I saw this on someone talking about this on their blog, the post didn’t directly come up on my dashboard, but the fact that this site has posts that can get like 60k notes earnestly arguing that Neil Gaiman wrote any queer representation at all in Good Omens shows how terminally online the general user base of this website is. If you log off your computer and talk to offline normies, especially straight ones, they think Aziraphale and Crowley are cis dude bros because there’s next to nothing in the actual source material to say otherwise. Retroactive tweets and tumblr posts from the author to gain clout don’t count. It’s just incredible how this site will demonize media that does actually have textual representation if it’s Cringe and problematique but make excuses for gomens because Gaiman is considered a tumblr cool kid and people don’t want to admit their favorite show has no representation lol

Gaiman really wrote nothing and then utilized the most terminally online ace discourse to justify it, and sometimes I still can’t believe how this website collectively fell for it.

Edit: how could I forget him claiming that Aziraphale and Crowley held hands completely off-screen, and this site bought it? Lmfao that’s called a LIE, kids

[grrrrriffin]

oh btw (burnt my mouth and something gross happened)

[krysmcscience]

BILLDUMP TIME (with transparency, because I can). Don't mind me, I'm just yeeting my goofy art at some way more talented individuals out of nowhere and then hauling ass back to the security of being a weird silent lurker ahaha

@tesscourtes and @beccadrawsstuff, respectively! These two Bills make a little prism of sorts together because of their recent crossovers on Patreon~ :3c Speaking of which, I highly recommend supporting both these artists! They do fantastic work! (TessCourtes and Beccup)

@qoolk on the left, and @monobmp on the right! I am such a sucker for these outfits~ OuO Go and check these two out, their art is phenomenal!!! >u<

@1spooky2me The most difficult Bill of the lot for me to draw, ahaha... Their art is so incredibly consistent and dynamic, I am, a little envious <:,) A little envious, but mostly impressed, so go look at their amazing art, what are you waiting for

And finally, @ckret2, whose writing is sublimely in-character and just a delight to read - they're a great artist, as well! I simply Could Not resist drawing their Bill in this ridiculous incredible and very fashionable pink feather dress, even though he only briefly wears it in their fic, so I also did a little bonus doodle of him in his standard hoodie to make up for it. XD (Also, as far as I'm concerned, Bill and Mabel were both correct in that lime green accessories make the dress Much Better.)

This is just a small selection of the human Bill designs I enjoy. I may draw and post more later on, who knows! Feel free to reblog with some neat Bill designs, either your own or by other folks - if any of the designs particularly call to me, I'll add them to the little list I've got going~ :D (Alternatively, if you really like my stuff and want me to draw something specific, you could...mmm...perhaps, commission me...? OuO)

Also I'm tagging Billford because uhhhh yeah, sorry not sorry, every single one of these Bills is getting shipped with Ford by the artists in some way or another, lmao

[lonelychicago]

wip saturday!

tagged by the lovelies @honestlydarkprincess and @midsummersmorn

uhhhh so, this is a new wip! that's all im gonna say

The foreman dismisses all of them and the firefighters start to pack up their things— all in all, it was a short, easy call. But it left Eddie rattled and off-kelter, torn up in two. A part of him wants to get the hell out of there as fast as he can, wants to run far, far away from Buck and the guilt that's been clawing at his throat for years, but that now it's at an all time high.

Another part of him, though, doesn't want to ever move from there. Before he can stop himself, his eyes drink in Buck desperately, like a dying man in the middle of the desert stumbling into some fresh, delicious water.

His white t-shirt sticks to his chest, made nearly transparent with sweat. The hard lines and ridges of his stomach ripple under the damp material as he moves, shifting his safety helmet from one arm to another as he shifts in place. Eddie can't help it when his gaze from falling to where Buck's work gloves are shoved in the tool belt slung around his waist, so heavy that it drags down the waistband of his jeans, so they're riding slowly on his hips.

He's so much broader and muscular than the last time Eddie saw him.

Seven years ago, Buck was tall and not really scrawny— He was one of their star school athletes, captain of the football team and one of the best members in the wrestling team. He'd been toned and one of the most popular guys at school. But now, he's triple the size he'd been then, and his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes, doesn't seem as boyish and easygoing as it once was.

That's Eddie's fault.

“Hey, Buckley. Why don't you come with us to the station? You'll get free lunch in exchange for Diaz's most embarrassing, cringe worthy stories from high school.” Chimney says, and Eddie wants to laugh, cry, and kill his friend all at the same time. “Besides, what better concussion watch than a group of well trained professionals?”

“Uh…” Buck's eyes dart quickly from Eddie to literally anywhere and anyone else. “I don't know—”

“Cap makes a mean lasagna. You really don't wanna miss that.”

“That's true,” Bobby grins.

“Come,” Eddie finds himself saying, his mouth moving and speaking the words out loud before his mind can even process what's happening. “You should come. We can, uh, catch up.”

Catch up? What the actual fuck? Eddie knows damn well where Buck's been all these years, and the guy probably hates his guts. He's probably cussing him out internally, wishing Eddie would just go away—

“Okay. Sure.” Buck's soft voice cuts Eddie's spiraling and then there's that. “Just let me grab my stuff really quick, and I'll follow you guys back to the station in my car.”

tagging: @monsterrae1 @bi-buckrights @beyourownanchor6 @bigfootsmom @devirnis @maygrantgf @father-salmon @underwaterninja13 @eddiebabygirldiaz @exhuastedpigeon @watchyourbuck @thelikesofus @spotsandsocks @daffi-990 @diazsdimples @theotherbuckley @tizniz @dangerpronebuddie

[gracedreems]

uhhhh so i forgot abt cringetober.... so just finised a promt i started lol (bbg pose/dead meme ofc) sooooooooooo marckus <3

also hes a transparent png so he can go anywhere u want!

[wjbminecraft]

I've been playing a lot of Dredge recently, so uhhhh here's Aberrated versions of the various Minecraft fish items.

If I were to name them, the first would be the Split Cod, the second would be the Gaping Salmon, the third would be the All-Seeing Pufferfish and the fourth would be the Transparent Tropical Fish.

[celestiaras]

ft. ver vermillion, kotoka torahime, hex haywire, meloco kyoran, doppio dropscythe (seperate) x f! reader — xsoleil, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ xsoleil & their hands┊0.4k words

contains: smut!! dom ver, koto, hex, melo, doppi & sub reader┊descriptions of hands, fingering, bunch of short thirsts i put together

➤ author's note: for the person who asked about ver's hands but i deleted the ask by accident, have all of xsoleil because uhhhh

ver’s hands… ivory-colored and slightly rosy at the joints. his knuckles are decorated with tattoos of small black diamonds, one for each finger and his middle is wrapped with a golden band. his nails are trimmed perfectly short to efficiently work on his studies, not ever painted because he has a bit of picking on the polish when nervous. he has a gentle but firm touch that makes you feel safe and secure, and he’s so skilled with them for so many things from spinning pencils to unraveling you in less than five minutes.

kotoka’s hands… slightly tanned compared to the others and with some golden rings. as a fashionable gyaru, she also has medium-length square acrylic nails that have blush pink french tips with lots of glittery sparkles and yellow decals to compliment her hair colors (her middle and ring are cut short, of course, a small price to pay to have fun with you). i also see her being double-jointed which allows her to be incredibly flexible while fingering you, able to effectively multitask by finding your sweet spot and rubbing your clit like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

hex’s hands… pretty bulky and veiny while decked out with silver rings of all sizes and designs, slighty worn around the edges but still look like they’ve been carved from marble. he sometimes paints his nails, but only on occasions when he wants to clean his look up. he’s slow and languid for the main purpose of being intimate, but it just really teases you and he gets a good chuckle from your whines before flat-out overstimulating you afterwards.

meloco’s hands… pale and elegant, the definition of the aesthetic pictures that pop on on pinterest with noticeable veins that line her skin and long, slender fingers. her nails are natural and shorter than kotoka’s because of her job as an exorcist, almond shaped and painted a dark purple that’s also kinda transparent. she thinks that her hands look prettiest thrusting into your cunt though, your arousel dripping from them before she presses them into her own mouth to taste you.

doppio’s hands… often hidden by his fingerless gloves but are rough and calloused from years of using them to throw punches and doing other hard labor like heavy lifting. his digits are a bit stubby compared to the others and his nails are always painted black to stop himself from biting on them and to help hide the fact that he does. he’s pretty clumsy, but what he lacks in skill, he makes up for in pure passion— experimenting with touching you while you show him what feels best until he becomes just as proficient as he needs to be.

[tophatwearingidiot]

drew Telly again! I just think they are silly, and so, I drew them with a silly brush :3

[regular version]

[Transparent background]

Telly belongs to @its-a-me-mango!!!

I’m very adhd about Telly /silly /pos

[Time lapse under the cut becuase uhhhh why not]

I hate ibisPaint /hj

[aealzx]

“Uhhhh, we got more company,” Mikey announced unnecessarily, gaping up to try and figure out if this was a friend or foe. It only took only a moment for the smoke to clear enough for them to see green among the black, signifying it wasn’t one of Augustine’s soldiers. After that the first thing Raphael and Don noticed from the newcomer was the purple themed bandana and attire, then an unusual amount of bandaids on his limbs, and the rather familiar bo staff in his hand as his gaze swept the room. The next thing Raphael noticed was the quickly mounting rage behind the yellow eyes that locked onto their huddled group. Raphael had always known his brother Don was a soft soul, and probably couldn’t intimidate anyone to save his life. But his counterpart apparently had just absorbed all the venom, and Raphael felt Don tense beside him when the other Donnie’s gaze met his. A prickle of danger stinging the backs of their necks as the younger figure took in the situation, eyes rapidly flicking from them, to Lil Mikey held close to Raphael, to the blood on Lil Mikey’s arm, and the gauze in Don’s hands.

For a moment Raphael thought they were going to have to do some lightning fast explaining before getting a rage filled brother trying to bash their heads in. But instead a mostly transparent barrier began constructing itself over the huddled group even as the bay doors behind them began creaking open. The sturdy purple shapes reminded Raphael of the back of an armored vehicle, possibly even a tank, and it pulled his gaze for a stretch.

“Help him, or else.” The voice of the second mutant turtle that Raphael and Don had seen in the transmission sounded surprisingly fragile, and came as a hiss, but it still sent shivers unwillingly through Raphael’s form. Definitely Don’s evil twin.

“Oh yeah? And what are you going to do to help?!” Mikey shouted, cutting off in a yelp and ducking low behind the previously felled machine as more mechanoids clomped into the room and sprayed additional bullet fire. The bullets failed to come even close to the group huddled behind Donnie’s barrier though, bouncing off the newly formed shield and clattering against the wall and floor harmlessly.

“Fascinating. It’s like a shield constructed from ballista glass, yet it doesn’t seem to have the exact properties-”

“Don! Focus here,” Raphael snapped. He did not like the way Little Mikey’s movements were getting more erratic and sluggish, half cries of his brother’s name being whimpered.

“Right- Right,” Don twitched back, resuming his task of pressing the clean gauze onto Lil Mikey’s wound.

With Don back on track Raphael’s focus switched to the new Donnie, wanting to check on his physical well being as well as make sure he wasn’t going to get shot as well. There were new mechanoids in the room after all. He’d heard clattering behind him continuously from moments after Donnie had spoken, but he’d thought it was just some different machines than before being sent to kill them.

He was apparently wrong.

“I WARNED YOU AUGUSTINE!!” The younger Donnie’s crackly loud voice was followed by a familiar hiss of missiles that Raphael knew all too well from the spats they’d had with Hun and the Purple Dragons over the years. But even though Raphael braced himself for their barricade to be blasted to bits, the impact never came. Not to his back anyway. The shudder of the floor was dampened by distance, and the secondary familiar noise of a reactive combustion from machines being destroyed greeted his ears instead. Giving another glance to Don to make sure he was still focused, Raphael stole another peek over the barricade and the sight made his eyes widen in mild disbelief. Six more missiles the same hue as the barricade encompassing them constructed themselves in the air before blasting into the mechanoids coming into the room. Along with them various forms of blast canons pieced themselves together and thumped heavily on the ground, firing pulses of lasers into their enemies. And in the center of all the return fire Donnie’s form floated, suspended by whirling turbines jutting from his back.

Okay, the little Mikey had magic chains, and the little Donnie apparently had a magic arsenal. Wonderful. “.... Holy shell…,” Raphael muttered involuntarily, taking a moment to let that fact settle in his mind. This kid was demolishing a military arsenal on his own, with nothing physically on him but a fancy stick and backpack. At least they didn’t have to worry about mechanoids stepping on them. Now they just had to worry about accidental friendly fire. And the hiss of gas spraying from canisters clanging into the room was also a problem.

“More poison,” Raphael hissed, raising his hand to his mouth automatically and looking for the gas mask he’d discarded.

“It looks like the barrier will keep it out, but we can’t let Lil Mikey get exposed to any more of it,” Don responded, hands working fast to wrap a tight bandage around Lil Mikey’s shoulder so they could stabilize him until they got back home.

“Yeah, I think the other Don has that taken care of,” Mikey commented from where he was pressed low against his hiding place, eyes wide and holding the floor like a lifeline. While he was all for making their escape, they were still missing one brother, and he didn’t think they would be getting any words in to Donnie around the explosions. At least the young lad didn’t seem keen on leaving this room.

And at least it didn’t seem like Augustine’s army was endless. After one more barrage of missiles the mechanoids were reduced to smoking heaps on the floor, Donnie’s figure descended to the floor amidst the destruction. The settling silence allowed Mikey to breathe a sigh of relief, and Raphael drew a tense breath as he prepared to talk to the new Donnie. The lad still looked pissed, but also strangely detached from the situation as he landed lightly on his feet and turned to brokenly start walking towards them. What Raphael was going to say was cut off by Don catching sight of a small figure in the clearing smoke.

“Watch out!” Don shouted, having finished giving Lil Mikey first aid and lurching forward to his feet. Donnie’s eyes semi focused on him before he turned to look over his shoulder, a soft click and whir being his only heads up for the oncoming pain. The same mystic nullification energy from the previous machines blanketed the room through a rippling pulse originating from Augustine’s hand as she delicately stepped over the rubble. But this time it seemed the energy was either less refined, or higher in concentration. Donnie let out a strangled yell and flung his hands to his head, barely keeping from crumpling to his knees as his remaining constructs were ripped to particles, while Lil Mikey whimpered and pressed his head into Raphael. Augustine could only watch with barely contained disgust, a blaster gun sliding out from the only undamaged panel in the wall on her command.

“And I warned you to behave yourself,” Augustine almost hissed, anger seething under a maintained exterior.

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Hey 8'D I actually had this part, and the next one already typed along with the previous one. Just had/have to get drawings.

Also I totally spammed the Ultimate Weapon no. 7 remix of Emil's theme in Nier Replicant while drawing this X'DD

(someoddmix your comments recently have made me laugh so hard and are so motivating. thank you! X'D everyone else who comments regularly make me smile too)

[twigs-sprigs]

uhhhh eeeby deeby aha

(transparent vers if u need that for any reason)