#now with short hair

[ashleander]

BLOG ANNIVERSARY (KIND OF....)

It’s been a year since I revived this little blog of mine with this silly piece on that day! I created this blog in 2019 but I barely used it and there used to be only CRK content 💀, it'd be 5 years old by now sheesh… This date means a lot to me! I used to post art while the account was on its first days! My passion stopped a few years ago due to mental health issues but I think it was for the best to wait until I had a maturity for it...that was until PT was a thing and I haven’t left haha… I was so scared posting my art back in the day since it’s been a while. Little did I know that this would be the start of a new journey! ♡

After seeing others notice my work, I became more active (esp. after October and onwards) and now I’m here! We’re only halfway through the first full year of constant art posts! This was one of best choices I ever made! Not only did it help me grow as an artist but as a person! ♡

The growth of this blog feels surreal to me! I never thought there’d be so many! The follower count here went from 15 to 250-ish as if now! Ya’ll are so sweet and talented, I swear! I feel so grateful meeting ya'll! I really should open myself more! 😭❤️ ♡

I’ve never thought I’d felt so seen and I'll always know someone is out there to support me and my work! Most importantly, it accomplished one of my biggest art goals: to connect but also to uplift other people! It’s so fun seeing how much my art has evolved! You can definitely see the improvement! There were some ups-and-downs but I learned overtime not to go hard on yourself and be proud of the things you make! Never have I ever had such a large creative outlet in such a long time! I feel so proud of my accomplishments and I haven’t felt this excited in years! (the reblogs/comments especially but anything really shaldldaskdl, I think my fam knows that I tend to get extremely loud when it happens, haha)! ♡

Thank you everyone for checking out this silly blog! I wouldn’t be here without ya! It reminded me of the things I loved doing and I’m glad I’m back to it! Here's more to come, I will keep doing my thing! ♡

Here’s a small drawing to celebrate! I’m already having a great time at vacation and I’ll be back soon! ♡

[hinamie]

spins him around trying to understand the pink mop he calls hair

[bluespiritshonour]

I thought it fits Aang and Zuko.

[girlboyburger]

had an identity crisis, prime time for a slight sona redesign!

it's cow! (again!)

+ a closeup because i'm really proud of the eyes

[fakakta-art]

can i be so fr with you guys white eyed scarred up jason todd from The Boy Wonder #2 has bewitched me mind and soul

Plate Glass Apology by Apes of the State You broke my heart, I hope you die, emptier than how I feel inside And when you lay your head to rest at night I hope that you Never fall asleep when you think of all the things you do I wish I could just hate you, oh, I wish all of these words I said were true.

[togament]

imagine napping with ume thoughhh 😮‍💨 you know for a fact he’d cuddle. the man cannot and WOULD NOT fall asleep without having your limbs touching, feeling your warmth against his skin. can’t convince me otherwise.

if he could, he’d have his entire face shoved in the space below your neck, nose and mouth included. but he has to breathe, y’know? so he likes sleeping on your pillow. you gotta share.

when he wakes up before you, he peppers super gentle kisses along your face. sorry, pal. he absolutely cannot help it. if he had a tail, he’d be wagging it as soon as he saw your adorable sleeping face. (kisses would substitute the imaginary tail)

when you wake up before him, good luck. the man sleeps like a rock. at least you could stare at his pretty sleeping face for a few minutes, I guess? or you could pepper soft kisses on his face too if you wanna try waking him up.

a billion soft kisses to wake ume up just so you could see him wake up with a huge smile on his face? WORTH IT.

[chipper-smol]

THEY'RE FINALLY DONE

this was fun as hell and I had a great time piecing together every detail together from the results of the poll. Yearning and Bitch Energy being real high REALLY caused Loop's outfit to be as drastic as it is.

I'll be making a second post later with all the various doodles and design notes I made along with the references I used.

UNTIL THEN please pore your attention over every detail and try to find the bits of yearning. There's inspirations from everyone except Siffrin

[arunneronthird]

imagine that somewhere in the future, after years of learning to actually let himself open up and be honest, damian tells the real story of what happened to him to jon

[ineed-to-sleep]

Some sketches I did to try to get a feel for what I want my Rook to look like 🤔

[leafspiritz]

short hair laudna fans rise up

[hinamie]

i don't normally participate in these redraw challenges but it's megumi so i'll make an exception

[ariiadnes]

ㅤ╭ ⿻ ･ of ghosts & coincidences

-ˋ ♡ ◞ simon riley. call of duty. a family fic with simon riley ? real and not delusional at all

simon riley doesn't like public spaces-- too crowded, yet somehow too open all the same. unpredictable. it leaves you too vulnerable, leaves you dead center in the hands of danger. how deeply it keeps him on edge, jaw clenched, gaze hardened towards everyone except you. never you.

he's used to staying by your side, soldier turned shadow-- silent. observing. always looking for a means of escape in a moment's notice, should the need ever arise.

has he learned to lower his guard over the years? no, not in the slightest sense. quite the opposite, he thinks, and he'll admit it in a heartbeat.

things have changed. more to take care of, more to protect. now, you've got a little one-- she's the spitting image of him, as difficult as that is for him to comprehend at times. she's very much entirely the opposite of him in terms of personality : shy, reserved in every sense. he doesn't quite get it, doesn't quite feel like he knows how to be a dad, but time after time these past two years, you've always told him otherwise.

he can't help but dwell-- it's only for a second, but the thought is disrupted by a weak squeeze of his hand. he looks down, greeted by curious eyes that look so damn similar to his, and instinctively, his gaze softens. he reciprocates the gesture-- a silent comfort to his daughter as she crinkles her nose in response, a timid smile on her face.

yes, things have changed. him, his protectiveness. his kindness.

ー the only thing that hasn't changed? his distaste for shopping trips, as mundane as they may be at times. but mundane is good; mundane is safe-- although he wouldn't describe this particular trip as such. not necessarily, and for a few good reasons :

one : you've gone entirely off course with the shopping list. he has no idea how you've all been here for an hour when the list had three items ( you also grabbed those items within the first ten minutes of arrival, by the way ). so while he's not really sure what you're buying, he's also very much okay with staying in his lane and not questioning it.

two : it's... july, isn't it? he stares blankly at the shelves before him.

it is july. there are halloween items on display. he shouldn't care much about it, and he doesn't, not at all, until--

three : until the little kiddo lets go of his hand, eyes wide and absolutely mesmerized at the sight of the outrageously out-of-season decor. her gaze shifts as she looks up at him, bottom lip jutting out the tiniest little bit.

christ. he can see it from a mile away-- that subtle hint of puppy eyes that she seemed to inherit from you ( and was purposely taught by johnny. damn bastard ).

"...go on." he tells her, and so she gingerly explores the aisle, never daring to stray too far from either of you, though you're only a few feet away at the most.

you stand side by side, watching her diligently inspect each item on the shelves. it's sudden-- the way she halts in her steps, that soft gasp just barely heard before her little hands reach for something. you can't quite make out what it is, nor have you seen her move that quickly before-- not even when she rushes into your bedroom during a loud thunderstorm. she clutches onto it for dear life, hugging it tightly to her chest before she runs back to you and simon.

"look!" she beams brightly, proudly holding up...a toy?

okay. cool. you tilt your head slightly. a white blob...shape. thing. whatever. okay. but then she actually turns it around, and ah-- it has a face.

oh. a ghost. a cute, little ghost plushie.

dead silence.

you purse your lips tightly, desperately trying to force back a smile ( and failing ) as you look down at your shoes, suddenly immensely interested in them. you clear your throat, albeit a little dramatically before making eye contact with him, and though anyone else would see a lack of emotion in those eyes, you can see both resignation and confusion in them. it's a moment of silent communication between you two with many, many unspoken questions.

because you have never referred to him as 'ghost', nor have either of you talked about his military service in front of her before. for the sake of everyone's safety, that's a conversation for later down the road. the less she knows, the better.

ー so he doesn't know if this is some strange coincidence or not, because how the hell does his two year old daughter with no prior history of liking anything even remotely related to halloween suddenly get attached to a ghost plush? either way, he's got a headache now.

you focus on your daughter, amusement still very much on your visage.

"whatcha got there, baby?"

you're not sure what answer to expect. you're not sure what to expect at all from this situation, truthfully. her brows furrow as she puts deep consideration into her answer.

"...ghostie."

you almost wonder if this is a fever dream. if this was a television show, you would imagine they'd put crickets chirping in the background. you can feel simon's soul shrivel up and wither away.

"...fucking hell." he mumbles, and you can't help but laugh, gently ruffling her hair.

( yes, you do take ghostie home. no, simon doesn't understand the attachment. and yes, maybe he does take a little bit of pride in knowing that somehow, she was instinctively drawn to something that represents her dad. even if it is a... cute ghost plushie.

he'll make do, he supposes. he'll make do. )

[spaceistheplaceart]

gordon vr moments... he eat the invisible food

[naturecalls111]

WIP!!! Stealing glances amidst victory celebrations in Suna….

[charlotte-family-apologist]

Yes Suchin fem Kenshi is hot but there's this little thing known as time and place

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