#always kind of imagined that

[uncreative-cryptid]

❝ Oh lord, oh lord, what have I done? I've fallen in love with a man on the run. Oh lord, oh lord, I'm begging you please, Don't take that sinner from me. ❞

[ some more ideas .. a brief writing ]

The Rustfort Gang [ part I. ]

Deep in the heart of the Western desert lay the little county of Rustfort; a collection of little towns and farms who relied on the wells and the oil rigs to keep them alive.

It wasn't abnormal for gangs and bandits to find their way through Rustfort's old gates, down their winding roads. Rustfort was as old as the desert, and the skeletons in their closets had been there just as long.

Although there was always a debate about where they came from, only one record survives detailing one of the first appearances of the Rustfort Gang.

Originally, it was only two men. A silent and strong man, who often seemed to get into brawls at the local saloons, and a more sleight man who loved to try his bets at the card tables.

No one knew who these men really were, but some who listened close caught wind that the taller man was of a rather wealthy family somewhere in the East, and the shorter man had been a tag-along farmer's son.

❝ Vallie, ❞ The dark haired man would grumble to his companion, ❝ You're going to get us in trouble. ❞

❝ We already are, my dear. I'm just - ❞ A gloved hand waved slightly in front of him, as though to gesture to the minimal space they had between the wall, themselves, and the current safe Valerian was listening to, ❝ enriching our experience. ❞

❝ And if someone comes in? ❞

❝ Then you were blowing my back out. With how close you're looming over my shoulder, it won't be too unbelievable. ❞

Andre cleared his throat, stepping back a bit and allowing room for Valerian to work, those warm brown eyes looking away from his companion.

The distant sounds of the saloon kept Andre from fully spacing out, focusing on any sound that may be a little too close, before he heard Valerian click his tongue as the groan of metal and internal gears caught his attention.

❝ Jackpot. ❞ Valerian glanced towards Andre with that charming smile, that ever burning gaze.

If there was one thing Andre could say about Valerian, was he never even needed to speak to make him feel drawn. That smile, those eyes.. if Valerian asked, he would have already done it before the words left his companion's lips.

Valerian had damned himself long before they even started doing these things, and Andre was damned the moment they met.

❝ Flawless, as always. ❞ Andre shifted his weight as his arms crossed under his chest.

Valerian was like snake venom, Andre knew it. Valerian was charming, witty, clever; he was everything that Andre was not, and Andre craved to keep it to himself .. but Valerian would be the death of him.

When it came down to it, Andre accepted long ago that he would die with Valerian or because of Valerian. Loving a man so beautiful, so wonderful, was like kissing a rattlesnake. All the same, Andre would glance Valerian, a small smile tugging at his lips, ❝ Let's get out of here before they catch on. ❞

[tillydouspart]

mannerisms

[rapidhighway]

sally again :3c

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I know those eyes.

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[the-borgias]

People need to relearn tumblr etiquette so badly. You can’t reblog a gifset/edit/fic with complaints in the tags about how you didn’t like x, y, z about that media and then expect OP not to be mad.

Some of us have been in this site for years even though we get less and less notes everyday and you know why? Because we’re passionate about the stuff we’re creating fanart for and we want other people who are also into that stuff to have content to reblog.

I feel like non-creators don’t understand how discouraging it is to see that somebody has reblogged your art and it’s just full of negativity. You people need to learn how not to be weirdos and don’t be surprised when creators block your ass for being annoying in their creations.

And while we’re at it, y’all need to learn how to interact with media. If you hate something so much that you need to express your feelings towards it make! your! own! post! Us creators don’t care about your opinions and most importantly we don’t want to hear your opinions. If you feel the need to shit talk in strangers’ posts about how much you hate a piece of media maybe you need to take a step back.

[slavhew]

do you ever get reminded of a ship, remember a piece of fanart of it that you loved, then after a day long search realize that you just imagined it? and then try to draw it yourself?

prllb btbtt ALT VERISONS

[sweetmapple]

What a dashing group, sure hope nothing bad happens to them💞

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Supplemental:

[beddybites]

quick obashinomitsu doodle in-between commissions… mitsuri and her girlfriends

[no-resolution]

Honestly I've never seen a good argument for Buffy not loving Spike.

[yourfatherjustinmcelroy]

Fucked up my shottttttttt thought it looked kinda cool though. Idk why my first thought is always make a forcemasc post about this…. ripe market I suppose.

An alternate version:

[wormzandpastaz]

some old Jeff and Nina art from June

[o-sunny-day]

“Don’t… don’t tell him you think dingbat fonts are cool.”

AUGH @forgettable-au fanart :3 been on another roll with it (in agony constantly)

theres some untranslated wingdings cause i love translating it myself, hope others do too :D

not confident on how “canon” or in-character this is but- I HAD FUN this AU has really got me in the rendering spirit, I really enjoy taking inspiration but also adding mu own silly twists on it and AAA everything looks even more tasty now

I view this as them in New Home after getting something to eat (after the last page update) and heading back the same way since Alphys’ place is on the way to The Lab. The font convo comes back up again and then yeah

Alsoooo if youre interested in behind the scenes stuff heres the speedpaint :3

also i never poster about this- but i had another forgettable dream. it didn’t make any godamn sense. I woke up and drew the only scene I could remember:

Wingdings and Sans had a fight and ig wingdings killed Sans 😭😭😭 in a stairwell for some reason

and current Sans, Papyrus brother Sans, is like watching all of this and was brought here by Lancer like a Ghost Of Christmas Past type situation. Idk why. I choose not to attempt to make sense of this anymore. But i swear this is an actual dream i had 😭

[ruporas]

being a little petty (ID in alt)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Sorry for not having a Year of the Dragon MDZS artwork; Unfortunately, I can only picture Dragon LWJ in this particular flavour.

[mentalmeles]

There needs to be more fanart of them as kids, ngl

[corsairspade]

you are a god's best friend. the world is young still, and you are yet younger. he rides with you and hunts with you, and teaches you how to speak to birds and beasts. you are a god's student. you ride in his train and care for a hound that he gifted to you. gods have taught others before. gods have been kindly to others before. your god is your best friend. he gifts you something of his self, a hound of his own hunt.

you are your father's son. your grandfather is dead. no one has ever called you wise, and you are, above all else, your father's son. he swears a terrible oath. you swear a terrible oath. you don't know if you really mean it, but your mother named you well- you are hasty to rise, hasty to run into things. the hunt teaches you patience but you cannot outrun yourself. you are your father's son.

you are a god's best friend and you have sworn a terrible oath, but it is an oath that you hope that your friend can understand. to hunt the murderer of your grandfather, is something that the god of the hunt can understand.

you are your father's son. the blood of elves on your hands does not feel different than the blood of a deer, except in the tight feeling of your throat. except in the thunderous beating of your heart. you tell your brother, who is trying not to throw up, that you need to think of them like deer. he looks at you like he's never seen you before. you are forever doomed.

you are a god's best friend. he does not say goodbye, but your dog comes with you. surely you can fix this, then, surely you are still a god's friend.

you are your father's son. he dies. he dies but before he does, he tells you to burn the boats. you do. you are your father's son. your father dies and, he tells you to swear that oath once more. it is a terrible oath. you have sworn it once. you swore to your best friend once. surely it will not tip the scales to swear once more, if in your mind, you dedicate this hunt to him.

you were a god's best friend, and it is not enough. you are your father's son, and you speak your father's oath. it proceeds to eat you alive.