#wip shout-out

[ethosiab]

can he stop building so i can finish my drawings before they're outdated

[friendcrumbs]

.​.​.​BECAUSE I’M YOUNG ARROGANT AND HATE EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR – Machine Girl (x)

[tiny-vermin]

women should be sweaty in the garden and also touching each other. like if u agree 👍

‼️ cottage wives for @chernozemm ‼️

my commissions are open too !! <3

OKAY the vision for this was initially like this ^^ really cropped image of just their torsos so you couldnt see their faces and her Hand. but then i got carried away and its all there now!

i also got a lot of help for this from my artist besties (blows all of u a kiss) because i love second guessing myself. 7 + 9 = 14 yaknow. but sometimes this is good cus i did fix a lot of things. eg crowleys braids did NOT look this pretty until i redid it like 4 times. lmfao.

[meanbossart]

[agentravensong]

characters who see themselves as more of a Force or an abstract concept acting in the world than as a person. characters who prioritize their role as a cog in some greater mechanism over their own personhood. characters who get their hands dirty, who run themselves ragged, who take on an unbearable weight, who hurt or neglect or give up or straight-up betray the people and things they once held close, because they believe in doing so they are fulfilling their Purpose, the thing they exist in this world to do (and no one else will do it, *can* do it, so it has to be them). characters who've determined that they are constructs bound to preprogrammed code, to a script already written for them by someone/something else, and have been operating under that mindset for so long that they don't know how to live on their own terms. characters who uphold the fate that is smothering them. can anyone hear me

[artuurle]

just take this i dont have anythin to say

[pixlatedvampire]

i killed myself with a phonograph like 6 times in a row.

perfect game no notes 🫶💗✨

[melioristicbeast]

Now it's 10 o'clock and the meal is done But the conversation's just begun You're fascinating, I feel blessed But I have to be honest I don't know what we're talking about And I haven't for a while

I think Stiles would jam out to most of NSP's songs but especially I Don’t Know What We’re Talking About (And I Haven’t For A While)

Hope you're not tired of silly music headcanon art because i have many more up my sleeve babyyy ( 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 )

Song under cut

[sinagingan]

Mr Unserious

[funsizedcrow]

When the youngest sibling becomes the oldest :)

Q&A (as asked by my sister and me to myself)

Q: Why is Time wearing his kokiri clothes while everyone else is just in smaller versions of their regular outfits?

A: Time came prepared for a situation exactly like this. shrunken or not child him is not wearing that armor (i didnt want to draw it)

Q: Why is Wind lecturing Legend?

A: He tried to grab a fire rod

Q: Why are they all children except for Wind?

A: I thought it would be funny. Maybe a wizzrobe did it. Maybe blue stalfos from oracle of ages showed up. Maybe there was an incident with Purah's de-aging rune. Who knows I'm just the artist here

[powdertz]

second fave joseph pic has hit the second tower

pls forgive the quality i made the canvas way too small : -(

[twisting-in-wonderland]

Ace has a front row seat to the soon-to-be greatest event in NRC history-

based on this pic--

the energy this exudes will always crack me up-

heres a wip btw >_>

fun fact! originally grim was gonna be O_O at Jamil too, but then i remembered that grim doesnt have an ounce of awareness in him rip

[starflungwaddledee]

from: @starflungwaddledee to: @post-it-notes7

message from santa: "happy holidays post-it-notes! 🎄🥳 i know you very politely only wished for a few modest things- characters high fiving, or struggling in christmas attire- but i hope you'll still enjoy this given that i kinda went the opposite direction entirely! i'm an enormous fan of your work and most times you post anything i wind up browsing your art tag from tip-to-tail in enraptured delight. as such, i thought it was only fair i give back something a little more significant in gratitude for all the joy your work has given me. i knew i wanted to do a comic, so i was thrilled you already had a whole storyverse for me to work from!! this scene seemed the most obvious choice (chapter 8 of "wishful thinking" on ao3) given that i enjoy a dramatic fight scene 😂 i tried to stick as beat-by-beat to the writing as i could and worked in as many details as possible; i hope it'll be fun to see it envisioned this way! merry christmas! ~starflung 🎀🔔 "

[blogwithanartdog]

Trying something, you can see wgat

[setmeatopthepyre]

iceberg (guess what i want you to write!! heehee! smooches, cam)

one iceberg for you 🫡 gonna take a stab in the dark and guess you were hoping for some antarct-fic ❄️

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The first time Tommy becomes acquainted with one of McMurdo Station’s favorite activities, he has just finished up only his second non-training flight. They’d had him start out just observing from the co-pilot seat, getting a feel for all the peculiarities of flying over this particular part of the world; the no-fly areas enforced to protect both wildlife and research, the corrections that needed to be made for altitude pressure due to the cold air, the antenna farm and fuel tanks that were to be avoided when flying the Wind-Driven Alternate Pattern - more commonly referred to as the ‘gap’ procedure, for the gap between two hills that overlooked the base and had a habit of funneling particularly strong wind gusts between them - and the procedures for waiting until any research party they dropped off had established radio contact before departure. Everything accounted for the fact that being left behind in this harsh climate without a means of contact was a death sentence.

He’d known most of it, had spent a significant chunk of his flights to Auckland and then to Christchurch poring over the air operations manual, willing the details to stick in his mind, but theory and practice were two entirely different beasts and he was well aware that repetition was key. So, he hadn’t minded being back in training wheels, though actually flying while someone was actively checking his every move again did take some getting used to. It was worth it, to be back in the pilot’s seat.

It hadn’t taken long for calling into Mac Radio to feel as natural as radioing in to Harbor Station. At one point, Roslyn had him take point on a run out to the Dry Valleys. She had stayed silent the entire way back, watching out the window as they edged closer and closer to the Peninsula, glancing Tommy’s way whenever he’d make an adjustment. After they had landed and had run through all the post-flight checklists, she had declared him ready and had him put on the roster for solo-pilot trips.

That was two days ago. Now, Tommy wraps up his post-flight procedures and heads up to McMurdo Station’s big blue main building that everyone just refers to as 155. When he arrives he finds it more abuzz than ever. There is a palpable excitement - something has gotten everyone, regardless of department, talking amongst each other. Sure, from what he can tell that isn’t completely abnormal, but usually by this time of day everyone is worn out by their long shifts and the cold, and the vibe is generally at least a little more subdued. That is, until people kick back in the bar, or there’s some event going on. Which there are a lot of, he’s noticed. The station’s residents will clearly take whatever entertainment they can get.

This… isn’t that, he decides as he joins the short line to get help himself to a tray full of dinner. Hisham, one of the other helicopter pilots, seems to have made it his personal mission to keep everyone at helo ops up to date on the goings-on at base and he would have said something if there was anything big planned.

“What’s going on?” he decides to ask the galley crew member serving up food once he makes it to the front of the line. She’s short, doesn’t even come up to his shoulder, and has her brown hair in a pony tail pulled through the back of her cap.

“Iceberg spotted in the Sound,” she says, scooping a giant heap of fried rice onto his plate. She glances up at him and either clocks that he’s new or something else inspires the interested glint in her eye. Tommy hopes it’s the first option but he’ll take either if it gets him the inside scoop. And maybe an even bigger serving of food in the future.

The crew member sets her serving spoon down, obviously undeterred by the handful of people waiting behind Tommy. “They’re pretty rare, so we like to bet on how long it’ll take for it to round Hut Point.”

“Huh,” Tommy raises his eyebrows. He had never considered betting on icebergs, but from what he can tell anything out of the ordinary passes for entertainment out here. And it’s not the first bet he’s heard of. “So how long would something like that take? Hours? Days, Weeks?” he asks, suddenly realizing how little he knows about icebergs.

He wonders, for just one moment until he shuts that thought down, if Evan would know. Surely it had come up in one of his documentaries on penguin migrations, or something.

“I’m not telling you shit,” the galley crew member grins at him. “It’s a rite of passage to be wildly wrong about these things.” She nods over at an older woman with a long silver braid who has just accepted cash from someone sitting at a table nearby. “Talk to Katie if you want in on the action. I recommend it. We track the iceberg’s process on the webcams and everything.”

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[theusernameiwantisntavailable]

I am once again not immune to cunty Tim redraws