#I can't draw feathers...

[introvertwhisper]

yaaaay I finished🥳

No drawing feathers... NEVER AGAIN.

[belfry-ghost]

My contributions to the @haunting-heroes-creative-games banner!

[varia-is-bored]

What even was the point of the empire sending a literal smeet to a lab? 😭

Late night sleepy doodles let's go!

(are these even called doodles? I can't tell I'm bad at it)

[mrscorcoran]

"Pretty?.... Yeah."

In celebration of tomorrow's new chapter, I bring some fanart for chapter 17 of @morningstarwrites 's fic

I'm still missing the Alastor one but I've class soon so I'll post the finished version later

[crooked-hourglass]

Behold, a divide (and a piano cover!)

Clear to read sheets are also on my blog if you want them

W O R S H I P

[dafpork]

this just popped in my head and was so stupid that i had to draw it immediately. and then i couldn't get Porky to look right no matter how many times i drew him and was spending way too much on something intended to be a 5 minute doodle, so i just left my initial sketch in because it's more evocative anyway

[anoddlystoatishhyena]

You might need to click for higher quality but little sketch of Siren Don Flamenco from the monster hunter au

I know Don's siren form in the monster hunter au is more similar to that of a fish or mermaid, but I wanted to draw more of a bird design due to how sirens were originally created to look similar to harpies. The correlation to sailors and the water are what made people think sirens were like mermaids.

Of course, I'm not knocking the original creator of the au, or anyone who's made content for the au for interpreting Siren Don like this. This is more of a tiny concept I drew when I was bored. It's a free world and we can interpret this BIcon however we like :D

[mecha--maniac]

Tumblrs gonna make this super crunchy, innit? Click if so; or not it's just a wip

Anyway do you see my vision?

Bonus I'm assigning Metal a dinosona of Micro 'Literal Actual Dragon' Raptor cause he deserves to be a total diva freak

[jazzidyyssthesecond]

Instead of learning for my very very important exam tm, i replay CdlC, then i blank out and suddenly there's these two in my canvas😔🫩

All character belong to none other than @hpowellsmith

[beheamothscreamoth]

A small compilation of little doodles I did with my MC Daniella with Mhin and Vere!! I'd love to do more when I can >:D

Text Transcript for the last photo because my handwriting is wack /lh:

Daniella: Does your cloak have pockets? Where do you keep your knife?

Mhin: (Don't answer her, Mhin. No romance at work.) 👁👁

[daily-whistlebreeze]

daily whistlebreeze until la becomes PoV day 1486

chatting with auntie Larkwing

Larkwing as a character has always fascinated me tbh. She's made an apprentice by the tail-end of OOTS and has become trainee in the dark forest in The Last Hope. We obviously have no canon reason why she joined, but her mentor Furzepelt (who had only recently become a warrior) was a trainee too. In Crowfeather's Trial she's there alongside the other trainees being scorned by their clanmates, and that includes her own family. She lost her two aunts in the battle and now both her parents and her grandmother are distant with her. She's also just generally distrusted by her clanmates, but fights hard against the stoats the entire time.

Featherpelt is in CT kinda retconned to be her littermate. It's a weird thing for me since Feather didn't exist in OOTS at all. but in CT she's way closer to her parents who are clearly favoring her over her supposed littermate. She at one point also expresses the idea that the dark forest trainees should be exiled, which kinda struck me because her own sister is one of those trainees. I'm more planning on putting that onto Crowfeather and her parents being so mean to the trainees and her picking it up, but yeah, Feather and Lark don't seem close at all.

I chose to imagine that her relationship with her parents, sister and grandmother never fully recovered from that whole ordeal. They're less hostile now, but they're awkward around her, though they just Don't Address That Thing anymore. She just avoids them when she can now and spends time with other cats (in my mind Harestar most importantly, as he's another dark forest trainee). Though Featherpelt's kits, who have not known the dark forest battle and have no reason to judge her for it, are close to her (in my heart). I like the idea that she might be the black sheep of the family to the older members, but Whistlebreeze, Flutterfoot and Songleap enjoy spending time with her.

as for the stuff with her parents. I've stated a few times that I despise emberfoot. It's kinda because he's just a stock Mean Conservative (though most of WindClan gets that treatment when the books need it), but I also have gripes with Sedgeember as a ship.

Sedgewhisker is born at the end of The Sight. She's made an appretnice in Sunrise. we have to quickly roll with the very nonsensical timeline stuff as warrior cats hates making sense of how many moons have passed, but for all accounts and purposes, she's 6 moons by the time sunrise begins, maybe 7 or 8 if she was made an apprentice earlier in Long Shadows, but it's never announced in the books, so we just can't get a grasp of how old she is.

Emberfoot on the other hand appears as a fully grown warrior with an apprentice for the first time in Eclipse. in the best of cases he's just been named a warrior and immediately got an apprentice in some sort of Fireheart and Cinderpaw but Worse situation. Sunpaw, his apprentice, is being trained at the same time as Sedgepaw is, they are apprentices together and Emberfoot definitely did have interactions with Sedgepaw while training.

by the time the fourth apprentice has begin both Sedgewhisker and Sunstrike get their names. Sedgewhisker goes on the patrol to deal with the beavers and then returns to WindClan and not too long later she must have has Larkwing. for her to be apprenticed by TFW (the wiki's timeline also puts her birth in fading echoes). My problem with this is that Sedgewhisker barely got her name when Larkkit is born whereas Emberfoot has at least been a warrior for 7-8 moons If Not More.

I have no solid proof in canon that ember did something shitty, but even if they only became a thing after Sedge became a warrior, he was a mentor while he was an apprentice, he's been a warrior for a while by the time she gets her name and I don't like it.

In my headcanon world ember is genuinely shitty and they have Larkkit, but eventually Sedge or her family (or Sunstrike) do stop Ember from his scumbaggery, but Lark is kinda stuck in the crossfire and this situation also doesn't help with her band with Sedgewhisker and Gorsetail or Featherpelt later.

[tvntheatre]

How the fuck do I draw nutcrackers</3 (trying to find a consistent style depending on whomst I'm doodling

[vibing-lizard-nose]

Fanning books is not entertaining

(G/ood O/mens, 2,186 words)

ok so I had a dream last night which, for the most part, was a pretty normal dream so i don't remember a lot of it. BUT there was a part almost mid dream were I had a snz dream with the husbands and GOOD LORD. I'm gonna expand this in detail but good gracious lord SEEING IT was another level. Enjoy!!1! :3 --------------------- CW: mess?? cheers to me posting G/O snz writing in 2025 lol

((DONT SHARE TO NON SNZ/SICK BLOGS!! thx <3))

It was a normal day in the bookshop. A/ziraphale had asked C/rowley to help him air the books, as to prevent them from developing mold or something. So they were fanning book after book and putting them back in the shelves.

As the night fell on them, A/ziraphale invited C/rowley to the backroom of the bookshop to drink some wine and talk, as a way of thanking his help that day.

They were a little tipsy and giggling when A/ziraphale started to worry because C/rowley had been faintly rubbing under his nose the entire time they've been talking. Although it hasn't been them talking, more like A/ziraphale to him and C/rowley nodding and humming every now and then while pretending to have some self control.

So when Aziraphale asked him what was wrong, Crowley explained to him that his nose had been all tingling since this afternoon after they fanned the books. Under his glasses, he could see Aziraphale starting to stare and him with knitted brows like he always does when he's trying to figure something out.

So before he could ask him anything else, he said something like "Maybe there was actual mold in you books. A little tiding up wouldn't hurt every so often." and then he pouted and added "Think about the costumers safety, angel" in that little sarcastic tone. Aziraphale scoffed jokingly at this, he knew the books weren't that dirty and he knew that Crowley was just being mean on purpose to annoy him and derail their conversation.

That could've worked if Crowley had stopped messing with his face but he didn't.

At some point, the tickling feeling started to get stronger and he tried to sniffle hard to get rid of it. Fetal mistake, silly boy. Up until this point, he had blamed the tickle on dust, or mold or anything that seemed reasonable. So he didn't expect the faint tickle to turn into a sharp, burning itch when he sniffed. Even more unexpectedly, he felt something move up and deep into his nose while he sniffed, but before he could begin to think about what the hell was in there he started to sneeze his head off.

This whole situation had hold Aziraphale from drinking to much, so he was well aware and awake when Crowley started to have the fit. He sat his glass on the coffee table and quickly moved close to the demon to steady him.

Crowley tried to control himself, covering with his hands as his body tensed up and coiled up with the effort of containing the fit. He was also trying to pinch his nose shut and stifle the sneezes (for some reason? maybe trying to not make a scene late at night in the silent backroom, that seemed reasonable.) but whatever was inside of him NEEDED to come out so he wasn't helping. And he was sneezing over and over, a long fit of rapid sneezes with almost no time to take a breath, so he was also running out of air. uh oh.

Aziraphale held Crowley as the fit drained him until he was panting and gasping for air. "Well, that was something." Said Aziraphale, and Crowley glared at him, but any anger that he wanted to convey was diminished by this watery eyes and red face.

"Now really. Are you alright? This is hardly normal." the angel insisted. Crowley relented and lowered his hands which had been covering the mess all over his face and his raw, chapped nose. "I feel like I broke something in- uh.." he gestured at his face. "I felt something moving in there." Explain the demon, completely drained. Oh and it was showing!

Aziraphale conjured a handkerchief that had been folder and stored on his closet. A big, soft tartan-patterned piece of fabric, and handed it to Crowley. He wanted to look unimpressed, but he couldn't do it even if he tried. It was doing him well at the moment, cleaning his face without steering the itch.

"Maybe you actually inhaled something while fanning the books" Aziraphale tried to reason. Crowley rolled his eyes "This is what I get for mocking you. Karma, as they call it now." He sighed. Aziraphale looked at him fondly, like watching a little puppy accidentally trip and fall. "I will happen again." Added Crowley, who didn't appreciate being looked down on. (He did, but this was not the moment for that kind of feeling)

Aziraphale did notice that Crowley didn't blow his nose even though he said he felt something was loose inside of it. Maybe he was just to weary to bother doing it, but it would be good to get out whatever was inside. "Why don't you try blowing your nose, dear? It might help." Suggested the angel. Crowley suddenly looked worried, like he was being cautious about something. "No than you, 'm not a big fan of sneezing my bloody head off." Protested the demon, lowering the pretty cloth.

This is one of those moment where one has to make a decision with no regard of the consequences it may have later. He knew a particular set of words that would make Crowley have a bit of a fit. He had, in the past, complain about their use multiple times to him, so Aziraphale was perfectly aware of how his demon felt about them (physically and literally).

But he wasn't enough of a bastard to say them in this particular moment even if they were convenient to help his friend when he didn't want to help himself out. He just wasn't bastardy enough to do that.

Or was he?

It wouldn't hurt (or so he hoped) and it would be beneficial to alleviate his friend's predicament if it worked the way he was picturing in his head. And, less relevant to the entire situation, he thought the demon was particularly cute when he sneezed. There was something endearing in seeing this tall, slender and usually mean demon being reduced to a sniffy little mess when it happened.

Oh, this wasn't the moment for such silly thoughts.

So without any warning, or telling looks, or anything that could possibly let Crowley know what his friend was planning, he turned to him with the faintest smile and and unleashed chaos.

"God bless you!"

Oh, he did not.

"No she h-" Crowley went to say, but was intermediately cut off as the effect of the blessing took over him. He barely had a second to cover himself back with the handkerchief before he was sharping inhaling and…

"Hh’TSCHIUUH!!- ‘TSHHIU! … Hehh-… HEh’AASSHh!!…-Nghh.."

Crowley groaned and whined as the fit passed but the tickle persisted. Whatever was causing him so much trouble must be something straight from hell. Where else could anything like this come from? He was very lucky to have his angel next to him to guard him while he was in this vulnerable position. Wait. HE STARTED IT. He should be.. angry… at him! What is he doing here glorifying the angel when he was the one to bl-

"Crowley blow now! For God's sake!"

Oh. Right. The thing.

Crowley had nothing to loose now, so he blew his nose. A sound, gurgling blow that made him recoil on his seat as he felt the tickle all over his face, so overwhelming it felt like he would choke on it. He even coughed a few times in between blows. And then… it stopped?

He opened his eyes, still blurry from the tears, and looked up at Aziraphale from under the handkerchief. He has no idea why or how but the madding itch just stopped.

"Is that better?" Aziraphale asked, softly. Crowley blinked. Then looked down at the handkerchief, unsure if he wanted to even peak.

"Yeah... What did you do??" He asked, confused. The angel smiled and looked to the side. "Well, you did mentioned you felt something had gotten in... and you just wouldn't blow it out! So I thought a little... blessing could help?" Aziraphale giggled to himself, and Crowley looked bamboozled. It had been an unpleasant feeling, sure. But he mildly expected Aziraphale to do something more magical and less... 'I just prompted you to sneeze'.

"So who was the culprit?" Said Aziraphale, looking like a child waiting to open a present for christmas.

"Do you WANT to see it? It's my bodily fluids, Aziraphale." Said Crowley. Aziraphale could be very obnoxious at times but this was another level. He didn't know if he should be disgusted or intrigued.

"Well, you didn't make a scene in my bookshop and a mess in my carefully folded handkerchief to leave me without answers! You must understand, I'm very curious about this, Crowley." Insisted the angel. Ah, well... he can't deny him that, he was also wondering what it is. It was just unprecedented that the angel would want to see it so badly.

Crowley sighed. "Alright, just don't say anything when you get grossed out." and with that, he opened the handkerchief (and tried to keep some distance from it, rightfully cautious).

As expected, there was a lot of Crowley in the cloth. The clear, gloppy mess that had left Crowley's body a few seconds ago. 'Ew' thought the demon.

Less expected, however, was a tiny white fluffy feather that sat in the middle of the cloth, completely coated in snot.

"Is that... one of your feathers?-" asked Crowley.

"It certainly seems to be." replied Aziraphale, staring at it.

"Wha-when-... WHY was that in there??" Thing had just gotten more confusing, Crowley couldn't believe that the tiniest feather had set him off like that. "I've been around your wings, I've touched your feathers before. Why did this little shit got me so bad??"

'Language.' thought the angel, and relented. "I think that one is one of my baby feathers, the ones that pop up closer to the base of my wings"

"And?" Crowley didn't mean to come off so irritated but he was genuinely confused and changing the subject wasn't helping.

"I assume those are holier then the ones at the end of my wings, and them being very new and blooming straight out of the core of my true form, they must have a similar effect to that of incense, or sage." Explained Aziraphale.

"That makes sense but how did it got my nose? How did I not feel it just casually slipping in?" Crowley argued, staring at the little feather like it was about to bite him.

"I wouldn't know for sure. But if i had to guess, I'd say it slipped into one of my old books while I had my wings out. I used to preen them a lot and my books would be around more often back then, before I got big shelves to put them in." clarified the angel. "So it must it slipped out when you were fanning the books today, I think."

Crowley was silent for a moment, as though processing all the new information.

Then looked up at Aziraphale, looking very serious.

"You mean to tell me that I almost expelled my lungs out of my corporation because I accidentally inhaled a five-hundred-something ancient little feather of yours?"

Aziraphale stared back at him.

"That's one way to put it."

They both look at the gross little feather that seemed to mock them if it could talk. Big things to come in small containers.

Crowley snorted.

"Well this was bloody ridiculous-"

And with that, they both broke out in laughter. This entire chaos was the epitome of ridiculousness, and it was hilarious to them. To think that years ago they would've called it the end of times because one of them was actively dying of this unknown, spontaneous demonic disease that would surely end up in discorporation and a lot of paperwork. But thanks to their trust, this had only been an interesting and completely unnecessary situation. It was stupid and it was hilarious.

"HEH... Oh good Lord..." finally spoke up Aziraphale, catching his breath. "I would've been so worried about your in this hadn't been so entertaining" he smiled at Crowley, looking adorably flushed from all the laughing.

"Entertaining?!" scoffed Crowley. "I might as well come by every now and then and sneeze my head off if you think that's entertaining!" chuckled Crowley, smirking at the angel.

"You could, you could." Joked Aziraphale, wiggling in his seat and grinning, like the little bastard he was.

"You'll have to hide the feathers better next time then." Responded Crowley, grabbing his glass that had been long forgotten and refilling it with wine. "I'll come back prepared to purge the books with hell fire! Or not. I don't want to burn them... hell smoke, then!"

"Oh hush now, you silly serpent!" Aziraphale giggled, offering his glass to Crowley for a refill as well. "It won't happen again, dear. I'm sorry, it must it been very uncomfortable for you" Apologized Aziraphale, looking at Crowley with those soft blue eyes.

"Not uncomfortable, never that" Said Crowley, taking a sip of his wine and slumping back on the couch. "Entertaining sounds better."

[tootditoot]

nature made wings so complex yet so simple at the same time. I will be throwing hands with an egret in the farm fields to spite this fact

[aisul-art]

They're all Watching fireworks! Well...some. How nice.

I do have a Version where you Can see The Firework light Illuminating on Them but I'm Not Too sure if I'm gonna Post it.

[huh-1260]

I'm going to post some doodles that are connected to my Yugioh card lore au

And bird Wars hair with fluffy ears I think they're fluffy