#local supply

[partw0lf]

[horsesarecreatures]

Well fuck Tractor Supply!

[nimbusclan]

I wanted to do something silly for Opposite Day, so I drew the siblings doing my Twoleg job!

[rubtsova7543]

Bunch of Viktor sketches in the most random places possible and me living my best life

7 days!!! Let's goooooo

[ariadne-mouse]

"And you are sure these are edible?" "Ja. Well, sort of." "What does 'sort of' mean, Caleb Widogast?"

Here is Shadowgast in the style of Scavengers Reign!

Yes, this is a transparent and blatant attempt to pspspsps my fellow fans of Critical Role into watching this series. The first season is airing now on Netflix as of May 31st. They picked it up after Max did not renew it for a second season, and will decide based on the reception now whether to continue - so I am hoping that lots of people discover the show and love it! The animation studio is Titmouse, who also produces The Legend of Vox Machina.

It's like a Miyazaki-esque Annihilation. Cosmic horror and cosmic wonder in equal and necessary parts. If you like the funky biology parts of Candela Obscura, give this a shot. There is horror. There is humanity. There is hope and connection. There are creatures of all shapes and sizes, including a wonderful amount of tiny idiots, which I have made many compilation posts about. It's a setting where you can envision David Attenborough peacefully narrating a nature documentary about it, but be horrified the same time. Just an absolutely incredible show.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

https://www.instagram.com/p/C-GKpAGsb5X/?igsh=MWZkb3d4cmFrZzJjeQ==

so so true anon…… printing this poem and keeping it in a locket wound around my neck forevermore……. let august be august……… and let yourself just be………………

[tj-crochets]

Third baby blanket of the week done! It’s not my favorite fabric combo but it’s the fabric I had in my stash and it’s going to be a day or two until I can get to the store. They are both florals!

I did manage to (mostly) remember to time myself when making this one, and it takes about 45 minutes to an hour to make one of these baby blankets

[baalzebufo]

speaking of art, I totally forgot to post this earlier! but I drew a fun spooky AU Gideon for the GF Halloween Zine hosted by @howtokillavampire. it was nice to have the motivation to actually do something finished for once, haha

everyone in town thinks his vampire gimmick is soooo cute! he's so committed to the character! you could almost let yourself be fooled into thinking he's a real vampire.

he's not telling.

[c3lsthe]

my take on Jin itadori and (kenjaku) kaori

infatuation can count as obsession

[chriskotiesen]

[bonyfish]

Out on my deck taking a picture of the viewfinder of my medium format film camera about to take a picture of the elements which are soon to become the chemistry by which I will develop said picture (and then running the first picture through an app that emulates analog film)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hello! I was wondering if you’d be willing to take commissions someday 👀. No pressure tho! I just love your art so much

The short answer: "not at the moment, but it is very possible in the future'!

The slightly longer answer: I would have to figure out a good pricing and payment system! PD-MDZS is also where most of my free time goes, so until my life settles down a bit, I would be on the slow side to complete them.

[plush0fairy]

Dreamingclan Healer

Parents: Comfy & Tonno

Siblings: Theia, Heath, Button, Merluzzo, Salmon, Gia, Marigold, Petrel, Redcrawl and Chivewhisper

Mate: Heatherblaze

Kits: Elmwish and Lovestrike

Comfreydance was born outside of the clan as a kitty-pet, spending most of his kittenhood like that. He was separated from his mother by two-legs very young, wrapped in a shiny box under a pine tree too a little boy. He doesn't talk about it much but his old Two-legs loved him alot at first, but that love quickly faded. They forgot to feed him, and play with him. He felt very lonely, in that empty house.

He had began to loose hope, when chance at freedom suddenly presented itself. His two-legs had forgot to close the front door, and he wasn't gonna pass it up.

Comfreydance came to the clan a scrawny kitten, but nowadays he's very happy and well fed. He decided to become a healer as he found interest in herbs and plants, and although he often slacks off on the job, he's very loved by Dreamingclan. A generally very sassy girl-dad with a beautiful mate.

When Redcrawl first came to Dreamingclan Comfreydance thought the two looked very similar. And as the two got to chat they realized they may have had the same mother. Comfreydance feels very awkward trying to be a big brother, which contrasts from his usual laid back personality. He also can't help but feel a bit jealous of a cat that got the childhood he always wanted.

[l3irdl3rain]

What’s the most you’ve ever paid for a adoption fee

Here’s a little secret for you, if you take half dead cats they give you them for free. I always give a donation when I bring a cat home but only 3 of them actually had an adoption fee.

Arthur was $100, Maccready was $20 if I’m remembering right, and John was $10.

[fistfuloflightning]

gueeeeeess what! more stuff for me to do!

I’ll probably have this knocked out in an hour but I wanted to show you guys the base layer! This is a ‘just for me’ piece so I don’t have to worry if it looks good or not lol. Be prepared for leaf additions soon!

[rafent]

✦ 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇 '𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑' 𝐀𝐑𝐂 ✧

Supply run reflection & post-Epiphany development? A little bit.

"Don't throw that away."

Spelling momentary inaction in a scene of fire and clangor, sizzling swirls of steam and smoke kissed the ceiling on now fading tufts. Silence settled like sediment as a pale hand halted with its owner's puzzled response, a lick of irritation if one should look closely. Belonging to a figure of obvious distaste against sudden and unreasonable commands; a quirk of one especially strong will.

Still Rafal did as he were told and placed down the ruined blade. "—Why? This sword is misshapen with unseemly dents. It is beyond salvaging."

"Says who?"

The Faerghian blacksmith came over. Far younger than Rafal but wizened by the sheer concentration of years spent in his craft. Even far worldlier than a Fell Dragon in some ways, he shook his head with a chuckle as if long waiting to deliver his wisdom.

"In our field of work, there's a saying: there exist no mistakes."

". . .Explain."

The man's finger ran affectionately down pitted metal. So gentle and forgiving and incomprehensible an act that the dragon's lips twisted with an unconscious frown. Disturbed at how a failure might ever be welcomed.

"Cut lumber too short and it will never grow back. Break yarn too short and you'll need to make more. But bend metal out of shape, and it can be fixed. Just subject it to heat and a botched piece can begin anew. If you grasp how metal works and can be recycled, then this next saying is simple to understand."

He looked up at Rafal, homely and unremarkable, soot-stained and nothing special save that he was just a little kind. Still his words gave the dragon pause.

"There are always second chances. In metal, and in men."

...

Second chances in metal and men.

Where such a saying had ignited something of recognition behind conflicted crimson eyes, it was seed also to a natural and blooming question. One eldritch consideration that feared of all things to be a garden better realized.

"What of dragons?"

"—What was that, lad?"

Concentration shattered on a thoughtless and questioning look from one stranger to another. This was not the same blacksmith nor an identical circumstance; unlike the trip with Altena, Rafal had come here alone; the location a castle-town, not a city.

Silvery white head shook, parting with old and acquainting with new, making room for all in-between. "Nothing of import."

And not what he had come to discuss.

"Have you need for paid hands? I am new to the forge, but not a stranger, and. . .I am seeking for money."