#references were used

[lyrien-arts]

A thing I made early this year

Beleg and Mablung coming back from Nirnaeth

Each rectangle(?)frame? separated under cut

[skullywullypully]

Well, I still remembered the conversations I had with @wwjacksparrowd and @bleached-socks about an Airbender/Avatar Orihime last year. So I drew a headshot of Airbender!Orihime. Might do full body one day.

I'm also caught up on bleach tybw English dub too! Hate the cliffhangers. 😀

Don't ask me about the story plot of this au, I'm not that good with coming up with story ideas. I just kind of went along with the atla plot line (also cause I want to see Orihime go into rage avatar mode🤣🤣)

Though, in all honesty, it would make more sense for Ichigo to be the avatar because well he's the main character and also because he's part hollow, soul reaper, quincy, and Hooman.

But I wanted to focus on Orihime, so yeah...

(Excuse my grammar)

[anxious-alien-overlord]

Fish

[artmilkyway]

Moon and sun

[theres-no-protocol-for-this]

Same image with added tape under the cut.

[fungi-dilf]

meet Mr. Finley and his assistant

[1alchemistart]

the three lads! :]

[synthsays]

Monster Falls girlies how we feeling about this one.

Happy Fiddleford Friday Y'all

(Bonus art under cut)

And one for the fiddauthor peeps

[3liza]

the number of afab people replying to the pain poll going "yeah I've broken limbs and had 1st degree burns and given birth but nothing tops my menstrual pain" is so fucked up it is unbelievable. and I was right there with everyone else until I stumbled on a low dose progestin regimen that just made me stop menstruating. which I would recommend to everyone except it just doesn't work for everyone. ask your doc about it though, it won't cause permanent side effects or injury to try it out. i take norethindrone 2.5mg 2x/day. this dose has to be different for each patient to work correctly, that's just what I take. there's some research to suggest synthetic progesterone like norethindrone is carcinogenic so I'm going to look into switching. anyway i just got extremely lucky. there is seriously nothing like it. it was the worst pain I ever felt until the urology incident and frankly I think the menstrual pain was already a factor in the outcome of the urology incident

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

The penultimate part of my story, The House of Glass. Tintin's investigation hits a wall. Follows directly from this!

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[anniilaugh]

”So.. somebody forgot to mention it’s their birthday, huh.” 💚💛

[skullywullypully]

WOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOO ITS FINALLY DONE!! I CAN SLEEP NOW!!

What have I done.....

These guys live rent free in my head.

I was inspired by Junji Ito artwork and try to pull off his creepy eye shadow style thingy (Which I don't think I accomplished 😅😅)

I also think I was kind of inspired by Chainsaw Man x American Gothic artwork by Basstual.

And of course we all know about the Barbie meme.

I used Magicposer for these pictures because it saves me a huge amount of time. Though I should go back to practicing anatomy and proportions in sketchbook, I just don't show off my lame anatomy skills to everybody 😅.

However, I did had to redo Judith's hands in the second picture manually and they look so chunky 🫠

But I'm glad it's all over!

Judith and Spitzel belong to @br0flovski

References were used

[merlins-strawberriesandroses]

POV you’ve informed the Queen and the Court’s Sorcerer of something and they very clearly know something that they’re not letting on

[onlysushicat]

I just think they look good together

[artmilkyway]

[inkskinned]

you were raised in comparison.

it wasn't always obvious (well. except for the times that it was), but you internalized it young. you had to eat what you didn't like, other people are going hungry, and you should be grateful. you had to suck it up and walk on the twisted ankle, it wasn't broken, you were just being a baby. you were never actually suffering, people obviously had it worse than you did.

you had a roof over your head - imagine! with the way you behaved, with how you talked back to your parents? you're lucky they didn't kick you out on your ass. they had friends who had to deal with that. hell, you have friends who had to deal with that. and how dare you imply your father isn't there for you - just because he doesn't ever actually talk to you and just because he's completely emotionally checked out of your life doesn't mean you're not fucking lucky. think about your cousins, who don't even get to speak to their dad. so what if yours has a mean streak; is aggressive and rude. at least you have a father to be rude to you.

you really think you're hurting? you were raised in a home! you had access to clean water! you never so much as came close to experiencing a real problem. sure, okay. you have this "mental illness" thing, but teenagers are always depressed, right. it's a phase, you'll move on with your life.

what do you mean you feel burnt out at work. what do you mean you mean you never "formed healthy coping mechanisms?" we raised you better than that. you were supposed to just shoulder through things. to hold yourself to high expectations. "burning out" is for people with real jobs and real stress. burnout is for people who have sick kids and people who have high-paying jobs and people who are actually experiencing something difficult. recently you almost cried because you couldn't find your fucking car keys. you just have lost your sense of gratitude, and honestly, we're kind of hurt. we tell you we love you, isn't that enough? if you want us to stick around, you need to be better about proving it. you need to shut up about how your mental health is ruined.

it could be worse! what if you were actually experiencing executive dysfunction. if you were really actually sick, would you even be able to look at things on the internet about it? you just spend too much time on webMD. you just like to freak yourself out and feel like you belong to something. you just like playing the victim. this is always how you have been - you've always been so fucking dramatic. you have no idea how good you have it - you're too fucking sensitive.

you were like, maybe too good of a kid. unwilling to make a real fuss. and the whole time - the little points, the little validations - they went unnoticed. it isn't that you were looking for love, specifically - more like you'd just wanted any one person to actually listen. that was all you'd really need. you just needed to be witnessed. it wasn't that you couldn't withstand the burden, but you did want to know that anyone was watching. these days, you are so accustomed to the idea of comparison - you don't even think you belong in your own communities. someone always fits better than you do. you're always the outlier. they made these places safe, and then you go in, and you are just not... quite the same way that would actually-fit.

you watch the little white ocean of your numbness lap at your ankles. the tide has been coming in for a while, you need to do something about it. what you want to do is take a nap. what you want to do is develop some kind of time machine - it's not like you want your life to stop, not completely, but it would really nice if you could just get everything to freeze, just for a little while, just until you're finished resting. but at least you're not the worst you've been. at least you have anything. you're so fucking lucky. do you have any concept of the amount of global suffering?

a little ant dies at the side of your kitchen sink. you look at its strange chitinous body and think - if you could just somehow convince yourself it is enough, it will finally be enough and you can be happy. no changes will have to be made. you just need to remember what you could lose. what is still precious to you.

you can't stop staring at the ant. you could be an ant instead of a person, that is how lucky you are. it's just - you didn't know the name of the ant, did you. it's just - ants spend their whole life working, and never complain. never pull the car over to weep.

it's just - when it died, it curled up into a tight little ball.

something kind of uncomfortable: you do that when you sleep.