#Technical Graphics

[animalontheweb]

[ramshitposts]

My favourite excuse for not doing something is having DCG homework because it's like Sorry I can't hang out tonight guys i have to draw cubes :/ yeah I have two a3 sheets of various sqaures due Monday :/ no I can't go to the park i have to conceptualise and sketch abstract shapes :/

[bixels]

robo sonic. more to come.

[bratbarzal]

https://www.tumblr.com/bratbarzal/787273344525516800

Luke on his stupid bean bag I JUST WANT TO EAT HIS FACE who said that but like LUKEY BABEY PLEASE YOU HAVE TO KNOW WHAT YOURE DOJNG TO ME

I can't stop looking and zooming into the photo!! he looks so mushy and cozy and a little sleep swollen like he just woke up and they dragged him straight from bed onto that bean bag and hauled him out onto the water 😭 you're now the victim of an unsolicited teeny blurb bc I love that boy too much 🙂

“I don’t know what I was expecting from a text that just said come to boat,” you say as you’re close enough to see Luke sprawled back on a bean bag, taking up the majority of space on the deck of the small fishing vessel, “But weirdly enough it wasn’t this.”

“Hey baby,” his smile is soft as he watches you round the dock and come a little better into view, your body swallowed up in one of his hoodies to fight the slight nip in the evening air, and your arms wrapped around a bundle of blankets, “Did you bring the goods?”

His voice still has a slight rasp, something you thought this morning had been fresh from sleep, but he’s no doubt been yelling all day with the rest of the guys out on the water - not that you’re complaining. It’s deep and warm and the sound of it would send a visible shiver down your spine if you weren’t so already encased in the essence of him from wearing his stuff.

It’s the first you’ve seen of him since he was torn from your bed this morning, Jack delivering a very rude awakening with his head poking through the door, and a sharp call of, “Lukey put some clothes on we’re going fishing,” and a complete disregard for how you were promised a full day of doing nothing with the boy you love.

You’d groaned, clung onto your boyfriend for a few minutes longer, and then begrudgingly helped him manoeuvre himself into some warm clothes and a jacket - letting him press sweet kisses into your skin with the promise of making lost time up to you later.

They’d been out most of the day, and when you saw Jack return to the house, he’d said Luke was still hanging out with a couple of the guys - guys you were expecting to see when you approached the boat with the requested items in tow.

A thick blanket and a case of bud light, which you assumed he’d be working through with his friends - but he’s the only one around, jacket still zipped up to his chin like how he left you in the morning and his arm strapped to his torso.

“Of course I brought the goods,” you tell him, hauling yourself onto the boat with the items in hand, and perching yourself beside him to place the crate within reach of his good arm. “Do you want me to swaddle you like a little baby?” You coo at him, a mocking but sweet lilt to your voice as you reach up to push his hair back where it’s gone a little sticky beneath his cap.

“Want you to get in,” he chuckles as he scoots along the bean bag, making just enough room for you to squeeze in beside him - the sort of slot he always leaves for you where you’ll pretty much have to half sprawl over him to be comfortable. “Missed you today.”

And you’d usually probably huff and puff about the way you can see watery footprints on the floor, and you can smell something distinctly fishy and gross, but he looks so cute you can’t even muster up the objections.

Instead you just roll your eyes, working your way down - diligently avoiding the wet patches on the deck and resting on him more than you probably should - settling into his extended arm and curling up against his side, doing your best to drape the blanket over the two of you as you go.

“Missed you too,” you sigh as your body melts into his, one arm tucking between you and the other curling over his torso, eyes fluttering closed as you breathe him in - the slight damp smell of the freshwater infused in his jacket, but the musky scent of Luke still seeping through. “Did you have a good day with all the guys?”

He gives an affirmative hum as a response, almost a sigh of his own, the rumblings of which you feel travel through his chest.

He’s for sure growing tired of being a spectator to everyone else’s summer - watching all his friends play golf, and go fishing, and wake surf out on the lake - but you know deep down he’d rather be invited and watch than stay at home, as much as you’d do your best to keep him company there.

He doesn’t have that much longer left in his sling, and you could tell him that as reassurance, but there’s no point - he knows it better than anyone, and you’re probably the only person who lets him wallow in the misery of it a little instead of rubbing salt in the wound.

He’s cute when he’s pouty, and the easier it is for him to grump about it the less time he spends actually grumpy, weirdly enough. You’d like to think you have him all figured out by now.

“Did they at least let you hold a fish for instagram clout?”

He chuckles beside you, and you last about a second before you’re shuffling to look up at him, taking in the crooked tilt of his lips and the quick flash of teeth, genuine amusement flashing in his eyes - a smile so pretty it makes your heart thump dramatically in your chest.

“Duker let me hold his rod and everything,” he tells you, and you smile back with no hesitation.

“I always knew there was something going on between the two of you,” you scoff, “Gross what you’d get up to with your own dad on board.”

He pinches your side, where his hand rests up the back of the hoodie of his you’re wearing, and his fingers grasp at the bare flesh of your hip.

“You’ve got a one track mind,” he snorts.

“You’re the one talking about touching rods,” you smile, leaning back against him, “And here I thought you were trying to be cute luring me out to your damp, fishy boat to sneak a cuddle without your brothers interrupting.”

“So you think this is cute?” He asks, his arm tightening its hold around you as you press your cheek back to his chest.

“Never been wooed like this in my life.” The sarcasm is clear but the sentiment rings true - even something as small as this makes your heart swell to ten times its regular size when it comes to Luke.

“Wait until the sun sets and you can see the stars,” he hums, lips pressed to the crown of your head before he kissed the spot they were resting against, “Got it all figured out for you.”

“Smelly boat, stale beer, and the stars,”

“The three S’s,” he confirms behind you, like any of this was in any sort of plan before you arrived. He no doubt got to comfy on his bean bag and didn’t want to be alone out on the dock after his friends left.

But you don’t mind, getting comfy by his side and listening to the soft splash of the water against the hull as the boat rocks a little, the movement soothing you enough that you find yourself melting just that little bit extra.

Your plan for the day had initially been to do nothing with Luke, so ending it like this seems like enough to fill the hole that was torn into your original idea.

“Peak romance.” You sigh softly, less sarcastic and a little more sure, because all you really want to do anymore is spend time with him anyway, even if that’s on a beat up bean bag in the middle of a fishing boat you would otherwise never step foot on.

[choccy-milky]

GUYS IM CRYING @/Cestrigolol ON TWITTER BOUND PART OF MY FIC AND IT LOOKS SO AMAZING??? this is actually making me so emotional rn like😭😭look at it….the stuff i wrote looks like a book…and the extra little design elements like the silhouette of hogwarts, the unique font for the beginning of each chapter, my art on the front AND the back…ITS SO BEAUTIFUL GAHHH😭 ILL NEVER GET OVER THIS🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️💖💖💖💖 THESE ARE JUST PICS SHE SENT ME BTW I DONT OWN THIS BUT I WANT TO!!!

[vamp-bites]

I'll be your mirror, reflect what you are, in case you don't know

(I'll Be Your Mirror by Nico and The Velvet Underground)

[eligobrrrrr]

⁜ 3DS Game Box Web Graphics (pt. 1/???) ⁜

⁜ f2u + reblogs appreciated ⁜

Credit not needed but appreciated

Wanna see a 3DS game not included in here? You can request them here

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[gabagels]

‎✱ The mantle takes control. ✱ Kris is tired. ✱ Ramb was used up.

Lostwire design heavily based of off Amt1179's design, here's their soundcloud: - https://soundcloud.com/amt1179

Their song hardwire really inspired me to do this thingamabob that you see on your screens so i just wanted to give a small shoutout

Oh and i guess tobyfox and his team made literally everything else in the screenshot but ehh who cares about them

[lightbulb-warning]

today i offer you prompts 11-20 for isat month!! ignore your calendar THANKYUUUU <3

[peterofthedrakes]

I RETURN!!!! kaito is beginning to get well and truly tired of this weird ass sherlock holmes nerd. take a HINT man!

[asubakaa]

my pussy tastes like pepsi colaaa

[t3a-gh0st]

[npdkondraki]

idk how ppl can do fandom sideblogs . everyone has to hear abt my interests Right Now Immediately

[andorerso]

REBELCAPTAIN FIX-IT WEEK 2025

↳ Day 5: how they celebrate on Endor

[remderance]

happy xb monday!!

i am OBSESSED with keralis' new skin

[oldweb-h]

back making team blinkies Here’s the artfight 2025 ones !! (please use with credit to my artfight )

GO TEAM CRYSTALS (pink and blue crystal blinkie recolor under the cut but as long as you credit properly you can go wild with recoloring)