#they're hard to draw ok

[rory-multifandom-mess]

HAPPY 3RD ANNIVERSARY TO MY DARLING @wildlionva!!!!

Wow... 3 years, huh? It feels like we started this relationship just a year ago.. Though maybe that's because we actually met in real life a year ago.

These 3 years have been a wild ride, but it's a ride I'll never forget. You've helped me with so much, and I appreciate that so much more than you could ever know. You've gotten me into so many different things, one of which has been so impactful on my life (Murder Drones).

I love you so much, Lukas. Here's to many more years to come.

And hey, soon enough, once I get a job and my drivers license, I can take you on real dates!

[wardingshout]

Zelda goes mushroom girl

[collophora]

Do yourself a favor and go read the entire fanfic work of @fanfoolishness

(In order: Under sun and shade, Blind Side, and Breathless (patching up is one of my fav too, I just had no cool sketch idea for it)

[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

bunch of headshot requests ft. a new textured brush

[non-un-topo]

hot guard summer

[iizuumi]

silly silly guys

[llamahearted]

like it's no big deal at all

songs on repeat

[angeart]

“That’s it. You just rest,” Doc praises. “We’ve got you.”

— Elegy, chapter 5: be my place to land (when my feathers are burnt by the fire)

[nach0]

wanted to draw fanart for @remxedmoon's isatscryption au but i realised i didn't actually know the plot yet which. whoops! so i settled for chucking my oc at it

OH YEAH INSCRYPTION IS 60% OFF ATM!! Consider this my official propaganda to go get this game

[heldenherzchen]

tuesday, august 8

day 2: brushing hands (first accidentally, later on purpose) (@benthan-week-forever)

thinking about how we started; remember i was impatient as hell. always said that i saved you - never was good at saving myself. i know love can be dangerous; that was never gonna change how i felt. oh & i could tell that no one ever could divide us. - "divide" by dermot kennedy

At first, it was an accident: a brush of the hand - but the spark it ignited was hard to withstand.

A lover's touch: so soft and sweet.

A moment that makes our hearts skip a beat.

Fingers like silk, sliding down the cheek - a feeling so strong, it's hard to speak.

The pleasure it brings is unique and rare - a moment that we both want to share.

We both know what we feel is real.

Our love for each other - we can't conceal.

We touch each other more and more - our love growing stronger than before.

We hold hands, we hug, we kiss.

The lover's touch is powerful indeed; It's a feeling that we both need.

We touch each other as if we're going away. Far, far away, but our love is here to stay.

[harbingersecho]

it's missing jacob anderson hours....

[crescentfool]

does anyone else want to stick these two in the same room together or is that just me... i simply think they are adjacent in vibes... (+a bonus thing???)

get u a fictional guy that makes you feel like this... seeing these guys just evoke a Similar Kind of Brain Chemical and Response. Help Me.

also have bonus yosuke doodle featuring the same brushes used here...! from january 23rd, lol.

[sillymilly]

Since people actually showed interest in my idea of The Butcher Gang being in BABTQFTIM universe (to my suprise because I really thought the BABTQFTIM fandom is dead) I decided to draw them to how I imagined them to look like in the series (to give you false hope). I tried my best to replicate the original artist's artstyle.

I actually never drew Barley for this AU, that's why he looks ugly. Carley's not in this because BATDR hasn't been released yet when I thought of this idea.

[turtleplushi]

Hey look its me again but with a very generic looking morpho gijinka

[raining--watermelons]

happy birthday to me and The Fool in Her Wedding Gown (2012) the second album by folk-rock band The Crane Wives

[uncannycookie]

OC-tober Day 9: Relationships

Crea was supposed to be a short-term antagonist. Come in, be an asshole, die early.

But then they went and became interesting? And now I fucking love them?? And their dynamic with Emri is super fun?? They have a huge crush on him at the end, though they wouldn't admit that under torture.

Their fingertips linger near the edge of one of the cuts down their arm, and they're frowning. He grabs their wrist and turns their arm towards the light, searching for mistakes. "What?" he says finally and looks up just in time to catch them already looking back at him. "What's the problem?" A sharp tug frees their wrist from his grasp and their eyes flick away from his. "It's fine." They go back to fumbling with the bandages. "You didn't cut through any tattoos. You went along the lines instead." "Ah." Emri leans back on his heels, fingers picking at the ground by his side. "I mean, I had to cut somewhere. I tried to find a good place for it, but, you know." He points at their arms, as if they've forgotten the countless black lines and shapes adorning their own skin. "It's hard." Miraculously, they're nodding along with him. "No, yeah," they say completely nonsensically. "That's what I'm saying, you, uh, you got the sutures in there pretty well. Goes with the pattern, even if it ends up scarring." Naturally that had been his intention when he planned out the cuts, but now that Crea is making a weird face about it, he fears it might once again be some inane social thing he did wrong. There's a prickling along his neck. He blows a strand of hair out of his face, a little too loudly perhaps. "Well, I'm sorry if that wasn't right, but it's not like I could ask you about it. You were unconscious and I did my best." Unsure what else to say and perfectly fine with ending the conversation, he snaps his hands to the side in what he hopes is an articulate enough gesture to convey exactly that, then slaps them down on his knees and pushes himself up. Why does he even try, honestly. "I meant, thank you!" Crea barks the words at him before he's even fully straightened his back. Which means he stops to meet their eyes from a very uncomfortable position, half stood up, fully confused. Their head thumps back against the wall. "I, yeah. It was…" They sigh a long, long sigh. "That was nice of you. That's all I meant to say." For a moment they stare him down. Then they huff, look away, rip at the remaining bandage with far too much force. "Could've said it better, I guess. Sorry about that." Emri isn't sure he's even supposed to hear that last part. Slowly, he sits back down, perhaps a tiny bit contrite. "Maybe you didn't say it that wrong," he says. "It's just, with your face and all. Makes it sound different." "Oh!" Their voice is suddenly loud enough again to make him jump. "Oh, my face is the problem?" What else would it be? He shrugs. "For me, yeah." "Wow." For some inexplicable reason, they start laughing. "Thanks! Thank you so much." Emri nods. "Welcome."