#theyre so cute and <3

[strayingsocks]

forgot to post this here but... sigzai kiss doodl...

i made this a while ago so apologies for the slight downgrade SOBSOB it was to get me out of art block

i might not post much for a bit due to my wrist healing... (i hate tendonitis)

but i AM participating in artfight!! ATTACK ME THERE!!!

[puppyeared]

renaissance dogys

characters belong to @canisalbus

[anbaisai]

Boop!

(Part 2)

[awetfrog]

they uh napping

[gyonikubun]

8/4 2024 artwork <3

[biscuit-boy-n]

drunk robots :3

(Commission for @kylelily123abc4)

[sun-snatcher]

Reader beating tf out of Gambit at Uno.

♧ ⎯ DRAW +4

summ. A little blurb! Some fluff of Remy’s tight-roping on the drawn line between him & anomaly!reader (established in #WELUCKYFEW)

THERE HADN’T BEEN UNO in the Void.

Which means, of course, you finally had a chance at winning a game against the Gambit.

Under 3pm afternoon sunlight, the thrifted turntable that Logan had repaired for you croons out a record of Louisiana Blues from the corner of the livingroom.

Remy hums quietly along. There's a look flowering across your face whilst you tap your remaining cards on the knee brought up to your chest.

It's childish glee.

Remy hangs onto the glow— he smiles whenever you smile. You're infectious.

Hell, he’s not even focusing on the game, if he’s being honest. 

All Gambit variants of you, I imagine, are highly competitive, you’d mused aloud, when you patiently taught him the rules in a demo round. So it’s gonna be twice as sweet when I beat you. 

He’d replied, challenging and painfully fond: Don’t under-estimate me, chèr.

You raise your eyebrows at him behind a sip of coffee. “Remy?”

A blink. “Quoi?” 

“Wildcard,” you jut your chin towards the haphazard stack of cards on the table. “I need red.”

“You,” he censures, punctuated by the briefest slip of a smile. His entire hand is a series of numbered yellow’s and green’s. “...You’re cruel, chèr.”

You laugh. It’s bright and triumphant and Remy reckons if he has to lose every other game for the rest of his life to hear it, he might. 

He draws a red Zero. You smack down a +4 right after. “Uno!” 

“Mais non!” he riots, taken aback, “I may aswell grab the entire deck—”

You snort into your drink at the unintentional innuendo. That same, childish glee is in your eyes again as you coo teasingly, leaning out to draw four for him when he sinks theatrically into the couch.

“C'mon, now,” you wink. It rattles something in him.

A resigned smile as Remy reaches out to the cards. 

His hands brush the thin of your skin. You’re warm. Cauterising. It does little to placate the ungovernable feeling in his chest.

....Yeah. He’s got it bad.

[lesbiandardevil]

getting all the trolls art out of my system before i explode like a piñata so .. doodles dump 🌈🎉

[chrliekclly]

horrible parents horrible women horrible yuri

[faunandfloraas]

captured.

[mblue-art]

BAD SANSUARY // [14] tears for owl-bones's event !

"...Killer, it just looks like I have running mascara."

"it's such a look though."

messy kisses and post-nuzzles

[kokomini9]

doodles of themmmmm // geppie cute either way and then cute domestic au 🤭💕

[stardustdusting]

my favorite lil sillies x3

[dredgesnails]

scar showing up in the middle of guess the build (giggs! giggsss…?) only for grian to put him in spectator mode jail awkdjajshsj

[happyfoxx-art]

Best sleep of his LIFE

[soaring-trash]

Here's an insane amount of little things i thought up about imodna :}

Imogen’s first attempts at crocheting where socks that Laudna now religously wears to sleep, they’re on the verge of falling appart but she loves them.

Laudna leaves an ichor stain on every mug she drinks from.

Imogen got spooked once and accidentally electrocuted a wooden mug.

Imogen loves laudna’s neck and unreasonably large amount because it shows that she loves every part of her.

Pâté likes to hang out in Imogen’s scarf like its a baby swaddle.

Imogen likes listening to Laudna’s heart beat, she’s traumatized from when her bbg died so she finds it very calming.

Laudna still sleeps with her eyes open sometimes.

the hound makes biscuits.(Pâté tries too)

Laudna made Imogen an earring like the ring imogen gave her.

imogen holds the blood necklace when she misses Laudna.