#partly traced

[ehemrawr]

The Yellow Vultures

ca. July 2022

this is an old one from back in Double Life era!

tumblr absolutely destroyed the quality...

i will freely admit the faces were traced,

i think that it's important as growing artists to use references and i've definitely gotten better at free hand but i struggled for a long time with many of my pieces having heavily traced aspects in them

if i do decide to post those it will definitely be mentioned like this one.

this is the reference i had used for this piece

there were probably others that i used for the hair that i can no longer find or that i had deleted from my photo library

[terra-tortoise]

notn hatch and new art for their bio!! inspired heavily by art here and somewhat by art here. the first pretty explicitly, the second is art ive admired for a while and have wanted to do something similar in my own dragon bios. didnt do any shading but i might go back and touch it up later. cloth as ever is so hard to draw.

[kayzis]

a study in drawing this guy better

[autistook]

Esquire of Rohan

[sneakydraws]

“Dog, talk not to me neither of knees nor parents; would that I could be as sure of being able to cut your flesh into pieces and eat it raw, for the ill you have done me, as I am that nothing shall save you from the dogs—it shall not be. Your mother shall never lay you out and make lament over the son she bore, but dogs and vultures shall eat you utterly up.”

[aibouart]

i drew a streamer i started watching recently who was playing LN1~

their name is obakechan !

[misty-wisp]

woah check out these unused portraits I found in p5r's files...wonder who this character could've been

[thorsenmark]

Elk Trace Bed & Breakfast Nestled in the Woods of Colorado by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: A view looking to the main house while staying at the Elk Trace Bed & Breakfast. I used the nearby trees to capture an image of that structure, nestled amongst them and included the grassy meadow as some foreground interest.

[icestardragonhc]

before and after therapy

I’m a week late to this trend.

[the-casbah-way]

literally my biggest weakness as a writer is that i’m fucking terrible at conveying any kind of meaningful plot or character development without racking up a huge word count. i have no idea how people are able to pull off 15k long fics that somehow still have satisfying character arcs and plot threads. i always feel like i need SO much space to make everything flow naturally otherwise it just reads as really rushed and shallow

[lunatih]

Princess Zelda leant in closer to him, her fingers ghosting the screen. “Now, press this spot here and it should capture-,”

From chapter 5 of my favourite “The Curious Minds” by @allthegoodusernamesaretakenagain

[silveredcircuitry]

me: dang artfight was awfully taxing, time to take a break by starting an INK DRAWING full of FABRIC RUFFLES

[sluttish-armchair]

Three hours spent animating. I could keep going but… I don’t know…

[blackvahana]

Ohhhh the horrific realisation that my psychosis started about when M showed up. I was sitting here reflecting on when my StPD started properly developing and uh. It coincided with him as Henry around me. That's nice

[fear-is-truth]

𝓻afe cameron x reader ┊love language — acts of service .ᐟ

your boyfriend walked into the living room, towel slung over his shoulder, still damp from his shower. his hair stuck up in that stupid way it always did when he tried towel-drying it instead of using a dryer. you glanced up from your place on the couch, where you were seated cross-legged with your phone precariously balanced on one knee.

“you’ve got… that thing again,” you said, waving vaguely at your head. rafe frowned. “what thing?”

“the little chicken tuft. it’s like a baby bird trying to take off.” rafe let out a long-suffering sigh, rubbing a hand through his hair, which only made it worse. “better?”

“much worse. it’s got a mind of its own now. i fear we may need professional help.” you replied solemnly, setting your phone down and scooting to the edge of the couch.

“i wonder. do you even like me?” though his lips twitched at the corners. you grinned, pushing up to stand on the seats. “mmm. jury’s out. but i’m trying to save your dignity here,” before he could protest, your fingers were threading through his damp hair, smoothing the wayward strands into place. he tilted his head slightly, eyes dropping to yours as you worked with an unnecessary level of focus.

“you don’t have to take this so seriously, y’know,”

“do you wanna look like a pigeon mid-molt? no? then hold still.” he huffed out a laugh, hands settling on your hips as you finished. “there. handsome as ever,” you declared, stepping back and wiping your hands on your thighs.

“that’s all you needed me for? to restore my dignity?”

“partly,” you admitted, smiling, before pointing to the coffee table. “also, that stupid jar of salsa won’t open.” he just shook his head, reaching for the jar and twisting it open with ease. “wow. look at you, big strong man,” you admired the way his biceps flexed. “does it feel good to know you’re way stronger than me?”

“immensely.” handing it back, he added, “do you even try before calling me in for this kind of stuff?”

“i loosened it,” you chirped, setting the jar down and flopping back onto the couch. “c’mere, i need to show you something that’s going to change your life.”

“oh, for fucks sake,” rafe groaned, but still sat beside you, his shoulder brushing yours.

“it’s about otters holding hands while they sleep so they don’t float apart,” you explained, pulling up your phone.“sounds riveting,” he deadpanned, but his arm slid around your shoulders as you clicked the instagram reel.

“it is riveting,” you argued, leaning into his side. “you’re about to feel things.”

“i feel like you’re the strangest girl i’ve ever met,”

“thank you. that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” you replied, resting your head against his chest. rafe sighed, somewhere between exasperated and fond, pressing a kiss to your temple as the reel played. despite his complaints, his hand traced lazy circles on your shoulder.“okay, fine,” he muttered after a while. “it’s kinda cute.”

you smiled against his chest, triumphant. “told you.”

[moechies]

ough thinking of bending ova a desk foe sugu ans he lifts up your skrt but in a peeking kind of way, like two fibgers holding the edge of your skirt way. he peeks and sees ur cutesy panties and he's like "so cute. so nice of you to show me🖤" and then ur like errrrmmmm. >_<

“p—pervert ! get away!” you whine, hand pushing against his lower stomach, flinching when you feel the hard muscle below. you switch back and forth, tugging at the busied hand holding up the soft skirt.

“oh, y’r so cute. all this for me ?” he purrs, pressing his hot bulge against your thigh. partly to hold you still, but mostly so you know what you do to him. “you like this.”

“s—sugu..” your pussy obviously clenches around nothing at his cruel words— your soft twitching lips tell him such.

he runs a thumb back and forth over the damp fabric, tracing hearts over your slit. it makes you jolt, squeaking when he presses the tip of his thumb as far as the fabric will allow him, legs squirming under his touch to push him away. “n—no more teasing, please, s—sugu,”

you hiccup, backing yourself up against his hand. you whine when he pulls away, dropping your head against the desk in a frustrating defeat. a low, sadistic chuckle leaves his curled lips, shushing your mewls and hiccups while running a hand across the fat of your buttcheek for some comfort.

oh, he knows you need him so bad— knows exactly where you need him too. that’s why he must make you work for it— earn it. it’s not a hard ask, bunny. you just have to beg a little more, whines and moans in between your words while you’re at it— and maybe suck his cock a little.

it’s not a difficult thing, bunny. now get to work !