#not warhammer

[most-chaotic-bean]

Hell Yeah

reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

[acornminiatureslog]

More quilting progress! Might actually get this done before February.

[idle-skull]

Lucky Number Six

My Courier. His name is Shepherd. I LOVE MY SON 🫶🫶🫶

[lazywriter-artist]

Sniff…revisiting my roots with the sillies 🫶🥰

Luv these guys a bunch…

[most-chaotic-bean]

This doesn't really work bc I only have 1 person to tag, but whatever.

@seafoamwolf

Not me having some kinda type... Who shall I tag? I think I wanna tagggggg... @mybugsmybugsmybugs @mexicangela @lunar-years @biscuitboxpink but no pressure!! I just thought it would be fun!

[lemon-russ]

General PSA that I love and support trans people, the whole of the LGBTQIA+ spectrum, disabled people, people of all races and nationalities, Neurodivergent people, people of any and all genders and identies, and the laws that protect and support all of them.

I am some of those things. I love people of all of those things. I support things that support me and people I love.

I love you all. My blog is a safe place for everyone. If you don't agree with these things, which feels like a low bar to me, feel free to no longer participate with my stuff.

[lulzyrobot]

girls...

Kassidy and Sabine. They have to pick their moments, depending on how much Sabine has to sedate herself to suppress her aura of fear u_u

[yanagikou]

My deal with the Chaos gods didn't work... I got older today. Bastards!

And I gotta work... at least there will be cake later.

[slaaneshisass]

[ladymirdan]

I have completly lost my mind playing No mans sky. Next project; an insane Nipnip farm 😌

[artemisareia]

Tis when the clock strikes twelve that they appear. Those dreaded beings. My mutuals.

I love timezones, and I love waking up to scroll through my notifications to see liked posts

[reclusiarch-orm]

Old graphite portraits circa 2021. For you to enjoy while am resting my hands.

From the last brief interlude when I had less/little pain. I had high graphite control here. This is where I will likely end up with some re-practice. Skills rust but remain. Scrubbing is painful. I do it.

Also proof I can draw people who not gristled beefy men.

[sepulcher666]

Ebbing Flame

(Lion x Doc WIP. Might add more to this)

He felt heat ebb at the edges of his ears, and something unpleasant touch his sense. 

His world was wreathed in flame and smoke and the all-consuming darkness ebbing at the edges of it. For a second - he did not know where he was or how he got here. His hands scrabbled for purchase on the ruins and detritus of the ruined building. Anything that would give him a handle for him to pull himself up would be very helpful just about now.

He could feel a numb warmth on the side of his leg. A turn of the head and a glance to the right had his heart beating faster.

Something had cut through his leg and through the torn fabric of his uniform, and he was bleeding all over the place.

Oh God, Oh God…

He forced his breath to still for the panic to cease. His heart only slows by a fraction. His training kicks in at this critical juncture, and he would see this through only if he could use his left leg..

He grips something solid through the haze of smoke and detritus and hauls his body weight up to his good leg.

He makes it outside. He leaves the flame and heat behind and feels the cool night air hit his ashen skin and lungs.

And his body finally gives in to the shock of the entire experience. He kneels and then feels the ground come up to meet him.

—--

Gustave finds a sight he had never wanted to see.

It was not that he needed help- he was human after all, but having someone so strong and big toppled over was troubling.  It had a demoralizing effect.

Blood pools underneath Olivier’s left leg, forming a puddle underneath the bright yellow fabric of his jumpsuit. 

He tries his best to turn the giant of a man over. 

“Olivier.”

He knew this was beyond his expertise. Olivier had been in that burning building for far too long. 

He thumbs 911 with trembling fingers. And for a moment, It surprised him how deeply this sight troubled him.

“911, what is your-”

“Smoke Inhalation. Possible burn victim.” The words are tumbling out of his lips. His heart is beating painfully out of his chest. 

Thankfully, the operator over the phone is able to keep stride while sensing his panic. “Location?”

He gives her the address. “Please hurry.”

Retrieving a tourniquet from the case strapped to his vest, he gets to binding the cut in his leg.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers an apology, knowing that Olivier will likely wake up screaming as soon as he pulls the tourniquet around his leg.

—-

Beep….beep….beep..

He dreams of fire and smoke and the dreadful feeling of sinking into a black abyss, edging him into the building that sought to burn him alive. He can’t pick up his feet, nor can he run for the exit now. His legs feel like lead…

A searing pain cuts through the misty haze and he jolts upward. A scream is ripped from his throat, but no sound comes out when he realizes he’s been dreaming. 

The smell of disinfectant replaces the smell of smoke and ash. 

Beep…Beep…Beep.

The heart monitor is a bit too loud for his liking.

He turns over in…a bed? Where was he?

It takes a few moments for him to get his bearings.

A few questions arise when he looks around at the sterile room. Who carried him out of the fire? The questions about his career could wait for now. 

He could vaguely recall the face..strong nose, and dark eyes that hung over him while he clawed madly at the arms binding his leg.

He felt the flush of embarrassment creep up his face. He should find the Doc and apologize - 

A nurse comes into the room with someone familiar. “Olivier? Someone’s here to see you.” 

He hoped it would be the doc.

[acornminiatureslog]

Also made more progress on the quilt!

[idle-skull]

🫶💕✨💔

I love him an ungodly amount for some reason </3