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[tizzymcwizzy]

for my illustration final we had to make some spreads for a children's haiku book! my classmate wrote the first haiku and i wrote the second one,

im super proud of how these turned out!! maybe i should be a picture book artist.....

[tyranqueen]

hello. I have not posted art in a literal year. have a Ramattra

(screenshot ref under read more)

[tomcat-tapes]

Just call me Angel of the morning, Angel💛💙

Sketches

[yaroikoworks]

I tried drawing this guy lmao

Design by @agdreamtale

Ink sans by @ comyet

[clovernment]

i think he's really neat

[aromanticduck]

"Touch her and you die. What? No, I'm not threatening you - I'm warning you. Don't try it man, she'll fucking obliterate you."

[crepekato-3]

lil pupel wizard..

AUFAKAISFWNDI FOR @beannary Since I heard they are a local wizard lover-(if i'm not wrong-)ima try make their donnie as a wizard >:3

[undergroundut]

An Undertale au but no one fell down Mount Ebott for hundreds of years and everyone in the underground gave up after an experiment gone wrong destroyed the other six human souls.

Basically everything sucks and now Frisk is involved years too late

[purecalcium66]

just finished bioshock 2, feeling good, here is my bioshock 2 appreciation fanart

[deva-arts]

i made memes

[eyeoftheb3h0ld3r]

[waves] hello! you seem really cool!

hi!!! u seem cool too :]

[ihernglass]

writeblr intro

hello, writeblr!

been on tumblr and in and out of fandoms for a looong time but only recently discovered this community and wanted to introduce myself!

about me

i’m August, she/her, 30+, poc, lesbian

i love to read and write sapphic stories of all genres, especially with poc rep, and very much a sucker for slowburns

my hobbies include writing (lol), reading, hiking, walking my dog, gaming, and a lil kpop

i’d love to make mutuals and friends so feel free to send me a message or interact; happy to talk about wips, plot ideas etc.

if you write sapphic stories of any genres also do interact so i can check out your blog!

i currently post my work on ao3 which you can find here

my current wip

House of Flowers: A sapphic slow-burn enemies-to-lovers romance featuring an asian cast and many queers and female friendships. You can read the ongoing chapters here. Summary and details under the cut.

Genres: Sapphic romance, mystery, sci fi/fantasy Status: Posting 2nd draft chapters 1-2x weekly on ao3 Note: Concept of Flowers heavily inspired by Moonlight Garden (Manhwa) but characters, world, and plot all entirely mine. Summary:

2212. In a world rebuilt after the climate catastrophes, wealth and power separate the governed territories from the lawless colonies. And nothing is more extravagant and coveted than the Flowers – women afflicted by a condition that causes flowers to bloom across their skin like moving tattoos for several days a month, bringing them unbearable pain and arousal that spells death for them unless satiated by another woman. Unlike the public who worship the Flowers or the wealthy who pay exorbitant prices to watch the spectacle, Dr Aden Masters is determined to cure the condition. But the Houses that sell the services of the Flowers are understandably uninterested. And so, Aden strikes a devil’s bargain with the most powerful House, the House of Flowers, to gain access to the Flowers while keeping her true purpose a secret. When Aden is assigned to work with Spring, the most popular and expensive Flower in the world, she finds herself entirely captivated by the Flower. But as they become closer, and the pressure to find the cure increases, Aden learns that the machinations of the House and those who inhabit it go far deeper than she can imagine.

Link

[thepewpews]

💻please do not the hank

[tavvoc]

I think this is my favourite OC to draw because I can excuse any anatomical errors with "Hey, you try piecing together a frozen body that's broken most of its bones falling off a mountain and is missing bits."

[yaroikoworks]

DOCTRINE 2

"*Ah, there we have it! This thing's finally on. Anyway, uhh... This is Doctrine #2, regarding subject-? Ser- Are you kidding me? He’s STILL unidentified?” The researcher stared into the cell in frustration, his thoughts interrupted as he raised an eyebrow, noticing the cell now looked less like a testing chamber and more like a luxurious prison cell. The childlike skeleton wandered around his chamber in confusion, holding a book from the recently added bookshelf. The room was fully furnished, with comfortable heating, a bookshelf, a bed, a small sofa to the side, and... an unused TV. The researcher felt a twinge of jealousy, as he himself lived in a cramped apartment filled with paperwork and litter. He sighed tiredly, then opened the chamber door with a notepad in hand, walking in with an unusually calm demeanor. The child looked over in innate shock, still harboring fears of people, and finally spoke.

“Hwā... eart þū?”

What the hell? the researcher thought to himself, genuinely puzzled and taken aback by the strange language the child spoke. With a gentle yet tired sigh, he realized this was going to be harder than it needed to be.

"*Usually, I don’t exactly have to deal with these things... but, of course, now I do. Great." He looked at the child again, then turned to the side as the chamber door closed behind him. He walked toward the sofa and sat down formally, crossing one leg over the other. Looking back, he spoke in the child's language. He didn’t actually know it; he was only following a script made by the research team. (It had taken him three weeks to learn it.)

“Hāl, ic eom of nān wyrm, mīn geþoht hēr syndon to understandenne þīn cyne. Wēna, miht þū secgan mē hwæt is þīn nama?”

The child responded hesitantly.

“Mīn nama is Nightmare... Hwā... eart þū? Wēre- Wēre ic?”

The child looked confused but relatively calm. He wasn’t expecting much, but the researcher continued, using a prompt meant to convey that he did not actually speak the child’s language.

“Ic eom sory to secgan þe, ac þas frægnunga wæron forðgewritene forðan, mihtest þu me þa andwyrdan syllan þurh writan on þisum papere?”

The child looked puzzled but complied, writing his name. “Nightmare” remained unchanged, though that was not the researcher's concern. Moving on to the next question, he continued.

“Þancie þē for andswarian. Nū, miht þū mē secgan forhwæt ymb þæt wæs swiðe forwundod?”

The child paused, then wrote down the response.

“... Ic wēne nāt secgan.”

Noticing the child’s discomfort, the researcher chose another prompt and spoke again.

“Āh, ic geseo. Nū, miht þū mē secgan forhwæt þū on þæt geolu cæppe reācted?”

The child looked up, silver hues flashing in his eyes for a moment, before embarrassedly pulling his hands into his cape and grasping the notepad with a calmer demeanor.

“... Hit wæs fram mīn Brōþor. Ic... Ic wāt þū nāt wāt mīn spræc. Ætēowlice- Ac... Wēst þū wāt hǣt mīn Brōþor is?”

The child handed back the notepad, not expecting a direct answer since he knew the other couldn’t speak his language.

“Wēnlic, nū miht þū mē secgan hwæt þū sylflic hæfst to dōn?”

The researcher spoke, trying to keep this as brief as possible. He had no intention of drawing it out more than necessary. The child looked back at him with a baffled stare, unsure whether this was meant to be taken seriously.

“Hwæt? Ic eom twelf geara eald, hlāford.”

The researcher raised an eyebrow at the child’s confused look but shrugged, continuing with the script.

“Wēnlic, hwæt is þīn lēofost cynd of fōda?”

The child chuckled awkwardly and offered a gentle smile, seeming embarrassed about something.

“Ic nāt gemǣne hæbbe to etan, ac... Ic do wēnig lufian sum Æppel... Āwkwērd...”

Handing back the notepad, the child waited as the researcher unenthusiastically continued.

“Wilt þū ænig cynd of clāþa?”

After a moment, the child looked down at himself, gave a slight frown, and wrote down a response.

“Ic mihte, ic bēo fram mīn clāþas in lǣsse hrēowum stæte? Þæt wuldor wǣre genōg...”

The researcher sighed quietly, clearly not understanding a word he was saying. With some hesitation, he asked a more sensitive question.

“Forlǣtan þā gehwæt, miht þū mē andswarian hwæt þæt meltende trēow of micelre mǣgþe is fram? Gif þū wāt.”

The child’s eyes dimmed as he stared at the researcher, then gripped the notepad tightly once more.

“Sume þæt þū sculon nāt gemētan.”

Seeing the anguish in the child's gaze, the researcher felt a pang of pity. Hesitantly, he continued, even though he didn’t fully understand the context. The child’s discomfort was unmistakable, yet he had no choice.

“Miht þū mē secgan hwā is se mannisca gehāten DREAM, gif þū wǣst þone mann?”

The child didn’t respond. Instead, he walked over to the sofa, got off, and moved to his small bed in the corner, clearly unwilling to answer. The researcher asked his name... but no answer came. With a sigh, he murmured his closing line.

“Wē þēah þīn tīma, wē hæfdon... forðfēon of frægnunga, wē wēnað þē þā þing þū behēodest, hæbbe gōdne æfen.”

The researcher took his notepad, the chamber door opening as he left with a guilty expression, as if he’d hurt someone he cared for, though he had never met this child before. The door closed as he exited, and he spoke again.

“The text will be transcribed soon. End Doctrine.”

[thestarrysparrow]

My posts about gigs pico park are so popular like omgg, they're getting so many likes XD. So happyyyy.