#mint requests

[minttea31]

Maybe a Mud/Sea with these? I’d love to see how you take it and I can’t wait to draw em myself if you do! Feel free to change the colors or saturation or anything, I just like the idea of a brown with blue/green and I thought it’d be a neat challenge

While designing them I was reminded of that one turtle design

[jinstronaut]

yoongi in green 💚💚💚 for @cordiallyfuturedwight (cr. namuspromised, dwellingsouls)

cc’s for palestine masterlist | request here

[scrunglepaws]

You didn’t tag it in the ask post but I god I would love to see whispangle art

Whisper wasn't feeling so hot the night before, so Tangle got up early to make them some tea. Of course, she wouldn't just leave Whisper all alone in bed, though. <3

~*Valentine Ship Request Masterpost*~

[donelywell]

March 1 2024

Doodle Request #16! I might have forgotten that I do these- oops. Well, I remembered now!

I changed the pose a little bit to fit the context, but it's still pretty close!

[bebemoon]

"persephone returns (spring)", requested by anonymous .

jacquemus sheer mini dress in olive green, s/s 2o18

ann demeulemeester "satu" satin draped tied sleeves in burgundy

valentino garavani rosebud ankle-wrap heeled sandals

byredo "rouge chaotique" extrait de parfum

zeyzey jewelry handmade gold-plated and ruby-encrusted pomegranate earrings + wendy nichols "the triple pearl" chain drop stud earring

[redpapercraness]

i don’t feel like making real art rn so heres every sonic character I could think of off the top of my head . tag ur faves idk

[walnutcookie]

consider mint choco cookie. that is all.

I APPROVE OF THIS MESSAGE

[takawoyu]

Hello! Can you draw Strawberry Stick Cookie and Mint Wafer Cookie from OvenBreak? Thank you so much!!

(I love your art style by the way!)

sure (also thank you!)

[splatsvilles-fashionista]

mint decavitator! or perhaps charcoal if thats more your style

By extremely popular demand, it's sword time!

Decavitator is just a complete slam dunk of a weapon, no notes. It's a goddamn electric toothbrush sword that does iaijutsu slashes and has a god-tier pun for a name. I love how weighty and deliberate this weapon feels to use, and landing oneshots is just super satisfying.

Of the two kits I prefer Mint, if only because I like having a bomb more than I like having a wall (though I am sure me being pretty bad at Inkjet doesn't win Charcoal any points on that front)

Ocho OctoPhones Blancos / Chilly Mountain Coat / White Arrows

18K Aviators / Barazushi Peacoat/ N-pacer Au

[w1yre]

poco and mint choco! requested by @littleminipop5

feel free to use this for whatever you like! (w/ credit)

note: poco was hard to draw sorry if he looks a little fucked up 💔

[miiints-repostiory]

Woah !!!

[minttea31]

Has Lady Scarab or Cricket been done yet?

My version of Cricket

I hope I did the her justice

[peppymintdreams]

pickle gets hit on by a client and isaac gets jealous..

Hmm this was something interesting

Lines Crossed

Isaac Rhoades x Pickle

A client who crosses personal boundaries with Isaac’s assistant and partner test the limits and finds out

The mid-morning light filtered into Isaac's home office, casting a pale glow over the stacks of documents scattered across his desk. Isaac sat rigid in his chair, face impassive, as Mr. Devereux, a slick businessman rattled on about his case. Isaac’s eyes flicked over the details, his focus sharp, betraying no hint of the inner calculations he made as Devereux spoke.

Pickle stood quietly by Isaac’s side, a constant, grounding presence, though they could feel the tension subtly rising. Isaac’s hand occasionally brushed theirs, a rare, almost imperceptible gesture of acknowledgment. His seriousness never wavered, however; his stoic nature often made moments like this feel like they were witnessing a storm brewing beneath calm waters.

“I’m telling you, Rhoades, I’ve been framed. The evidence is circumstantial,” Devereux insisted, leaning forward with too much confidence for someone in his position.

Isaac gave a slow, measured nod. “That’s what I’m here to determine, Mr. Devereux. But I need full transparency from you. No omissions. Every detail counts.”

Devereux smiled, his gaze sliding toward Pickle, lingering a little too long. “Of course. Full cooperation.” His eyes traced over Pickle with something far from professional, but Isaac said nothing, though his fingers tapped once against the desk, a tiny, controlled gesture only Pickle would catch.

Standing from his chair, Isaac grabbed a folder from his desk. “I need to retrieve additional files from the lobby. It will only take a moment.” His voice remained calm, but his gaze, as he looked at Pickle, softened slightly a fleeting moment of quiet reassurance only they would recognize.

Pickle gave him a small nod, their own silent way of saying they were fine. Isaac's hand squeezed their shoulder before he turned, stepping from the office with that same collected air that made him both intimidating and compelling.

Once the door closed, the air seemed to change. Devereux’s relaxed posture shifted into something more predatory. He leaned back in his chair, a smirk pulling at his lips as he turned his attention fully on Pickle.

“You’ve got a good thing going here,” he said, his tone casual, but there was an undertone that made Pickle stiffen. “I imagine it’s not just work that keeps you close to Isaac.”

Pickle raised their eyebrows but kept their expression professional. “We work well together,” they replied simply, turning their focus back to the tablet. They wanted to avoid where this conversation was heading.

Devereux, though, wasn’t finished. He leaned forward, his voice dropping into something more suggestive. “You’re sharp. Attentive. I could use someone like you. I’d be willing to make it worth your while, in more ways than one.”

Pickle’s grip tightened on the tablet, their posture stiffening. “I’m not interested,” they said evenly, but there was a firmness beneath the words.

Devereux chuckled, leaning back with that same smug smile. “You’re loyal. I admire that. But come on, no need to be so formal. Rhoades doesn’t have to know everything, does he?”

Before Pickle could respond, the door creaked open, and Isaac stepped back into the room. His eyes scanned the scene quickly, his calm demeanor dropping into something colder. The files in his hand were forgotten as his gaze zeroed in on Devereux.

Isaac's jaw tightened. He didn’t speak right away, but the air around him seemed to thicken with tension. When he did, his voice was measured but held a chilling edge. “Mr. Devereux, I trust the conversation remained professional in my absence.”

Devereux leaned back, unfazed. “Of course. Just a bit of friendly conversation. No harm done.”

Isaac’s eyes darkened, and his presence seemed to fill the room as he stepped around his desk, subtly placing himself between Pickle and Devereux. His tone dropped, each word deliberate. “Pickle isn’t interested in any offers from you, personal or professional.”

The tension in Isaac’s posture was palpable now, though his face remained a controlled mask. His hands, however, were balled into fists, resting calmly but ominously at his sides.

Devereux raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the reaction. “Relax, Rhoades. Just talking. No lines crossed.”

Isaac’s gaze was hard, unwavering. “If you want to keep working with me, you’ll make sure that remains the case.” His voice was quiet but loaded with unspoken warning. “This conversation ends here. Now.”

Pickle placed a calming hand on Isaac’s arm, grounding him before the situation could escalate further. “It’s fine,” they said, their voice gentle but firm as they looked directly at Devereux. “This won’t happen again.”

Devereux’s smirk faltered, his bravado slipping at the realization that Pickle wasn’t playing along. He stood, shrugging nonchalantly. “Fair enough. I’ll be in touch, Rhoades.” He sauntered out, the door clicking shut behind him.

The tension finally broke, but Isaac’s rigid posture remained, his eyes fixed on where Devereux had just stood. He turned to Pickle, his voice dropping into something softer but still carrying the weight of his protectiveness. “Are you alright?”

Pickle smiled gently, stepping closer. “I’m fine. You handled it.”

Isaac sighed, some of the tension easing from his frame as he wrapped his arms around them. His tone softened even more, a rare moment of vulnerability showing beneath his usual stoicism. “No one crosses that line with you again. Not while I’m here.”

Pickle rested their head against his chest, letting the warmth of his embrace melt the last of the tension away. “I know. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

[cinnabynn]

requests from instagram

bugs belongs to villizzn on insta

mint belongs to @hheisa

[pngblog]

hi could you please do some scented candles? thank u so much 👍

[blinkees]

could you do a 150x20 of linux mint?

roughly a black-ish color (similar to #1d1d21), the green logo on one of the sides (you choose) and the border being the same color as the logo. the text would be "linux mint" or "linux user" (again, you choose!)

sorry if it's hard to understand :')