#something smol

[sysig]

Permission to headbutt: Granted (Patreon)

[placesyoucallhome]

Size/Height difference poses

I love height differences aesthetically, but posing them can sometimes be a pain! So to cater to those that also struggle with posing smols and tols, I have a few options-

Meant for art of any type and ask memes, for drawing, writing, photography (like gpose!), ect. Gender nonspecific and for any sort of relationship type, romantic, platonic, and antagonistic!

[ominouspuff]

[t00thpasteface]

look at him

for the love of god fucking look at him

[tubbytarchia]

For the ranchers a bit more shleep i just really like charakters comfy and nice:Dc /nf

Eepies. Jimmy woke up to really sore wings but its okay because Tango

[rillils]

🌸 post-catws stucky + hug

The first tendril of want shocks him like a splash of ice-cold water poured down his spine.

Bucky doesn’t know at first – doesn’t know what, doesn’t know how. But the want is there, curled up in his chest: small, and starving, like some trembling newborn thing whose first taste of life is hunger, crying to be fed and soothed.

There’s a half-remembered feeling in the back of his mind, something he reaches for when the want aches sharp and spark-bright inside him. The word for it is short and sweet in Bucky’s mouth, so gentle it barely touches his tongue at all, all throat and soft palate: ‘hug’.

It���s a simple concept. Two arms go around one body – that’s all it takes. One step, and there it is: a hug. And Bucky imagines it vividly: his own mismatched arms around Steve, and Steve’s arms folding around him, like a circle – the shape of the infinite, of timeless things like the two of them. A line that should end, but constantly finds one more beginning instead.

He tries to see it, Steve’s broad chest brushing against his as their bodies meet, the swell of Steve’s arms enveloping him, Steve’s big palms splayed wide against his back, touching him. Gentle. Like Steve’s eyes on him are gentle; like the clasp of his hand on Bucky’s shoulder is gentle, always. So gentle, perhaps, that Bucky would hardly even feel the hug around him.

But he would take it, gentle or no. Because the truth, where it lies in the empty pit of his stomach, is that he starves for it, day after day, the want pulsing inside him with every beat of his heart. He just doesn’t know how to ask for it.

So Steve does the asking for him.

His hair is ruffled, limned with copper and wisps of gold in the late afternoon light, and his hands are unsure, nervous. But his eyes. His eyes take Bucky in, searching, urgent – and for a moment, Bucky is sure that Steve, too, must have been starving for this.

“Can I hug you?” he says, and the word sounds especially sweet when it’s Steve pronouncing it. When there’s a ‘you’ attached to it, and that one syllable becomes two, joined seamlessly together, and the new word rolls smooth and honeyed down the curl of Steve’s tongue, hug you, hug you, hug you. “Would that be okay?”

Bucky wets his lips. ‘Yes,’ he means to say, but the word that slips out of his mouth in a rasp instead says, “Please.”

So Steve gathers him close, two arms and one body and his nose buried in Bucky’s dark mop of hair, and he carves a snug space out of himself to make room for Bucky right there, his hands fisted in the back of Bucky’s shirt, their chests pressed so tight together that his heartbeat pounds behind Bucky’s ribs.

It’s not a passing touch, the fluttering echo of a hug Bucky feared he might barely feel. It’s persistent. It’s desperate. It’s a hungry little thing, a creature to be fed tenderly, steadily, so it’ll grow and live, and live.

He wraps his own arms around Steve, and grasps at him just as fiercely as his want commands, a wet exhale shuddering out of his lips to land in the crook of Steve’s neck.

He was wrong, he realizes now, framed in Steve’s embrace like a timeless work of art. He was missing a step.

A hug is a simple concept: two arms go around one body, and they hold on.

[viperra1]

a fleeting dream - of something, somewhere

boone and the courier share a cigarette! and flashbacks of previous genocides!! yay?

the following section may content lonesome road dlc spoilers, so beware!

vulture does not remember and would never remember what his life was pre-ghoulification. he does not remember how he looked like, or if there's any family waiting for him somewhere. he only learns that he's not 200 years old or smth late in the game (around arcade's personal quest or around the time when the player goes to jacobstown chronologically. i think that doctor henry will be able to tell a thing like that)

he ghoulified when the Divide happened - ulysses was helped by the bots, and the courier just... survived. absorbed the radiation and, by some miracle, haven't turned into one of the marked men. if he reminds you of them, that's why - he was really, really close to becoming one

i plan on retelling the story of the lonesome road from vulture's perspective, because he and ulysses have...... an interesting dynamic. vulture is the one who destroyed ulysses' future, and ulysses is the only one who can tell vulture about his past.

[flourish-of-steel]

small wolstinien doodle

[ohlexa]

AVA SILVA + getting ready to kick ass (more or less)

[starfiresky]

Lady and the Tramp but it’s Rokushi

SpAGhEtTi ScENe

[weemopuu]

((I'm sorry if you don't get it... i just wanted to drw a smol nagito))

[tabieeee]

cameramen are definitely pocket-sized (for some)

[sysig]

my 2nd request !! The skeleton brothers wearing matching pajamas :D

Day 13 - The Friendship Brothers

[gojoest]

but he looks so cute in his basic ass uniform

[devilart2199-aibi]

This'll only hurt a bit! 💆‍♂️🔪

[aolyxe]

I also redesigned the Krobus 3d model, which I did a long time ago... I really got a little carried away with this activity.... NEW VERSION IS FIRST PICTURE and just look at the old version ehhHEHEYUHE WHAT IS YHIS

silly

I'm really happy I was able to figure out the interface... I clicked somewhere and was able to make his face glow, I really like it hehehe