#I'm so into it. this stuff is fun!!!!!

[dicctor-blog]

I really liked a little clown version of tintin that @professorcalculusstanaccount made and got incredibly carried away... this is like the first piece I've rendered in a whileeee wheewwwww

[egophiliac]

missed the mark by (looks at calendar) uhhh. hm. but I really wanted to do something for the 5th anniversary! happy five years to these idiots 🎉

[chalkrub]

pwyw thingy from previous opening 🌸

[sofioopsies]

[cherry-mash]

Happy Father's Day! (in USA at least)

Also have a prologue fic of this AU :D

first / previous / next

(PS: 'Ants on a log' is just celery, peanut butter and raisins. Great kid (and adult!) snack, but Sanji ain't about to even PRETEND to put bugs on his food, THANK YOU)

[skltart]

siri, play animal by aurora

[starmonsterrr]

[ * Never felt more free in my life ]

[keferon]

Monster hunter au part 11 (final? I think?)

Did you want to see Drift in a nurse costume?......ahahahahha

Orion: God himself couldn't stop him.

Meanwhile, Ratchet walking into God's room: Polish your glasses and get your robotic liver ready, I've got drinks to share and a great story to tell

Previous

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[mewdoodles]

Now that I have some free time again I can finally post all my old sketches!! First up is Grillby!! 🔥

[egophiliac]

I loved your drawing(and I love your style in general) with Leia in your recent post! If/when you have time can we see more of her in your style? I get so happy whenever I actually see people mention/talk about her and she’s not just forgotten because we didn’t get to see much of her. ��

thank you! 💙💙💙 Leia/Leah/Lea/whatever is fascinating to me. she is the ultimate unknown. what was she like? how involved (or even aware of any details of the invasion) was she? Silver's basically a physical carbon copy of his biodad, so what did he get from her? like, I understand why the two of them kind of have to stay as these super vague and mysterious figures -- the whole point of them is that their story ended 400+ years ago and they're not really relevant anymore (and. well. the more that gets explained about them, the less that can just kinda be handwaved as "oh the politics were Very Messy") (we can sit here and theorize all day but let us acknowledge that, ultimately, canon gave us almost nothing about them post-Meleanor and we'd just be making things up). I do still wonder about her though! RIP Lea, we never knew you and we probably never will.

actually you know what, as long as we're here, I think I WILL go ahead and just make some stuff up about what Silver might've inherited from her instead.

[butch-pilot]

I love making mech pilots who have something fundamentally wrong with them. Pilots who stare at you for too long without blinking because they forget they aren't hidden behind layers of metal. Pilots that twitch and flinch at any sound outside of the cockpit. Pilots who refuse to talk to anyone apart from their beloved Handler. Pilots who instinctively curl their hands as if touching controls that aren't there. Pilots who will do anything to get back into their mech - their real body.

Pilots who will never be anything other than a pilot because the bond with their mech and their constant exposure to combat has shattered their mind.

[lurking-loaf]

It's essential to teach them color theory when they're young so they understand how to mix colors. How else will you get art that's good enough for the fridge?

Day 6 of DCA Promptober - hues plus bonus animation of Sun imitating the Mac's wait cursor aka the Spinning Beach Ball of Doom

[wardingshout]

I see alttp Zelda, I pick her up and put her in my pocket............

in order -> @clowns0up-felix @casunnart @kokirizeldas and 🧍

[fuzzandfeathers]

Was thinking about Octavia and Stolas and got sad about it 😭

Feelings and junk under the cut~

This one's been sitting awhile and in that time I've gone from feeling relatively certain about what I'm trying to express, to no longer having any idea what I'm expressing, to once again feeling kinda sure about it! It was meant as hopeful but I can't fully say it ended up that way; the little perspective shift at the end was originally intended as optimistic, because without it things felt to 'final', but in retrospect I might've just made it worse 😂 I had all kinds of feelings going into this, thinking about all the little private ways we try to measure our worth in other people's lives and how badly that can miss the mark, but more than anything I think I was trying to ask myself something from Octavia's perspective. When someone goes through something life-alteringly traumatic, eventually they always find a new normal. No matter how devastating something is in the moment, given time, things will always settle. So what does that feel like when you are the thing someone you love is 'settling' from? It's not fair to assume that someone's life is better without you in it just because they're still out there living. But what does it feel like, to see first-hand that they have either somewhat healed or hidden a wound that you carved in them yourself. Because you don't want them to hurt (well, you kinda do a little) but you also don't really want them to forget (even though you told them they should) and then it all becomes a jumbled mess in your head. Thankfully, I don't think Via and Stolas are going to be estranged long enough for this to become the kind of obstacle I'm portraying here. Pretty sure I accidentally stumbled into some of my own old teenage angst there - always a fun time 😂 I handled this a little clumsily, I think, and I have a few nitpicks with the formatting (beefing with past me's approach is a time-honored tradition for these things 😌) but it's sincere and I'm still happy with it~

[mroddmod]

villain and violent; infant and innocent