#I gotta get back to drawing every day

[cartoonsbyandie]

[luck-of-the-drawings]

"And soda; runs off into the street..." "...and soda... is totally okay!"

[feymarche]

hey. guyss. anyone. please. from anything

[sleepinglionhearts]

You bring me so much joy

And then you bring me more joy

You bring me so much joy

And then you bring me more joy

[kirisclangen]

Ashenpaw

He/him, 9 moons, cis tom

[herssian]

draw what you want bro!! be free!!!!!!!!!! not your warrior of light from the hit mmorpg final fantasy xiv again bro please!!!!!!!!!!!! nnb bbsns s snsn!!!!! b

[ilonacho]

it hit me what makes me the most miserable abt my work week is how it’s just school all over again. just hanging in there until the weekend. repeat. repeat. repeat

[risingsunresistance]

lost a follower, you will not survive the winter

[worldsquietestjojosfan]

there are 2 roommates

"is that incest? yuck. well actually theyre only half brothers so its less yuck and more hot. btw did you watch that dog-fucking anime? its so weird who let this exist. i watched the entire thing. its not bad if you ignore the dog. you should watch it"

"you watch anime too? beware of pixiv. i heard theres anime csem on it. "

[todayisafridaynight]

there's normal thought exercise questions to be had about fave charas like 'what would your fave do in X situation' or 'does your fave like Y why or why not' but the most important question to me i could ever answer about my faves is 'do they like shadow the hedgehog and is it purely ironic or do they have all 326 route titles memorized'

[zillyeh]

if i said i were opening comms for realsies and actually would that mean anything 2 u

[rosielav]

Was having a thought that morphed into a scene featuring a character of mine, Al the vampire. He's wearing a very deep V shirt and dark, slim pants, his hair slicked back loosely, a few pieces falling unto his face. A man approaches him makes a remark about modesty, clearly in jest. He lightly touches the deepest part of the 'v' with his fingers, and Al noticeably exhales sharply. The man smiles and looks Al in the eyes, silently remarking at how his stormy gray eyes glint in the dark lighting of the bar. He introduces himself as Frederick Barstock, and he reaches out his hand to shake Al's. Al instead places a hand gently across his own chest, and bows slightly. He softly, and perhaps somewhat amusedly, tells Frederick he is at his service. Frederick chuckles and asks for this suave, strange man's name, and is surprised that he is only answered by the name 'Al'. No surname, no full first name. How strange to introduce yourself to a stranger with only a nickname. When he opens his mouth to ask what 'Al' is short for, as if on cue, the bartender arrives with two drinks. Rum and coke, he remarks, and Al chuckles. Well of course, it reminds me that I enjoy the taste of rum, which leads to stronger drinks, which leads to a good night. Frederick blinks and smiles, trying to hide his growing confusion. But there's just something about him, this... Al...that makes that confusion desolve into the background, the last dregs of it left in the short glasses on the bar, readily replaced by full glasses of rum runners and double shots of apple infused whiskey. After who knows how many drinks, Frederick's confusion is completely gone, and his confidence bloomed up to take its place. When he thought he saw a mark on Al's neck, instead of slurring out some comment about it, he simply reached out with his right hand, his thumb catching Al's jaw and adjusting it slightly, trying to catch the light better. Frederick was too distracted to look at any mark that may or may not be there, as Al made a small sound right as he did this. The sound was completely unexpected, a similar sound to before, an exhale that carried just the smallest hint of a sound. But it carried enough that Frederick was able to make it out through the noise of the bar. He doesn't remember what happened after that.

[keeps-ache]

Hey How Many Commas Are Appropriate For This Tiny Sliver Of Text Haha [dies]

[thedreadvampy]

having a meeting with my boss. ended up just traumadumping the story of My Pregnancy And How Much It Sucked

she asked. it wasn't out of the blue. I mentioned back a few weeks ago when she was complaining about her nausea like how it had been for me and she was like oh you've been pregnant? ok. and then today I was talking about how bad my back was in the 2nd trimester because she was saying her lower back was killing, and she was like hey. not trying to pry and you don't need to answer this but how old were you when this was happening? so I told her yeah I was 19 I was in the middle of uni it was a whole thing. and we chatted for a bit about the situation and after a bit she was like RUTH. CANNOT BELIEVE YOU JUST ASKED ME HOW I HAD SO MUCH ENERGY TO DO THINGS THEN YOU TELL ME ABOUT WHEN YOU WERE PREGNANT AND A TEEN.

and I'm like yeah didn't even tell you yet that I got all my assignments in at a 2:1 or higher, made several pieces of commercial art, acted as a full time carer for two suicidal friends and sat on the committee of 3 societies, all in a year when I couldn't get out of bed about 50% of the time and threw up convulsively for half an hour every morning. in retrospect. that's some badass (stupid) shit.

[protoformx]

I haven't been feeling good enough to do much in general for weeks and I've been drawing on and off but not finishing anything to the point of wanting to post it but SOON hopefully I'll have something bc I have a lot of half done things and a huge need to sit and draw w my colored pencils for hours ndkjsfdkjs

[cosmosis]

MOVED TO @seratopia

miguel o’hara x reader (fluff) - jealousy

miguel gets jealous possessive after a new intern flirts with you this is part of the same universe as my call oneshot!

Being 2nd in charge of the multiverse is... honestly not that hard for you. It’s mostly just co-leading, and being a secretary. Lyla helps out a bunch, but sometimes, a sassy AI can only do so much. 

Jess informed you of a new intern she recruited. Apparently, he’s having his first day today, which means you’ll probably have to do a quick run-through of things with him later. 

For now, it’s your fated duty to sit with Miguel at his desk so he doesn’t get all pouty later. He starts huffing and puffing when you aren’t near, takes it out on the kids sometimes. 

Thanks to your suggestion, Miguel invested in a nice desk and swivel chair for the office, so now it looks more like an actual workspace instead of a maniac’s plot room. (either way, he his one lmao)

Since Lyla’s gone for the time being, you’re standing up on the office platform, tapping away at a multitude of screens. Miguel lays lazily in the office chair, swiveled up behind you to rub his face into your upper back, as well as run his hands along your tummy. 

“Hun, you gotta let go. I needa tour the intern.” You mutter, closing in on an ID photo of the recruit.

“No.“

“Well, if I don’t do it, then who will?“ You ask. 

“Jess.“

“She’s busy on her break. Pregnant women need breaks, you know.“

“Ugh. I don’t want you to leave.“ He whines. squeezing you tighter. 

You start squirming out of his grip, pulling his pinky off of your stomach. Inching away, you push Miguel away by his head. Reluctantly, he starts letting you go, lazily running his hands onto the skin of your hips and lower thighs before letting go. 

“I’ll see you in a bit, baby.“ You say, scuffing up his hair with your palm. Gracefully, you leap down from the platform, somersaulting onto the floor and skating out the exit. You hop over a few stray cardboard boxes. 

Miguel watches you stroll away, and fixes his hair back into place. 

Lyla magically appears, phasing in and out with a different sly look each time. She snickers, flickering all around Miguel’s head. 

“Whipped.“

“Shut the fuck up.“

. . .

Miguel’s blood starts to boil as soon as you roll in with that stupid, bastard of an intern. He’s too close to you for comfort, so close to his arm nudging yours... Miguel’s teeth start to clench, his fangs close to drawing blood from his mouth. He’s paying too much attention to you, there’s a vibe he gets that he hates to his core. 

Everything about him is aggravating; the blonde hair, the snarky smirk, all of it.  

“...and this is Miguel’s office!“ You say, gesturing your hand to the majority of the area. 

“Sweet, nice to meet the bossman.“

Bossman, his ass. Miguel would only ever let you call him bossman. 

“Miguel! Come down!“ You yell, and his heart warms in his chest. He turns around from his standing form on the office platform, eyeing the intern in order to scare him a bit. 

“Hey, what’s up man! Glad to finally meet the man behind the slaughter!“ The intern exclaims, his hands rested on his hips. 

Miguel fights every urge to both roll his eyes and tackle the recruit, keeping a somewhat straight face on. He chuckles a little, not a single trace of a smile on his face. 

“Heh, yeah? Excited to meet the bossman?“ Miguel taunts, but it looks like the intern can’t tell he is. 

“Heck yeah dude! Where do I start?“

Miguel starts nodding a little, plastering on a face smile, chuckling a bit...

Before he throws the entire office chair at the recruit. Not to hit you, though. He’d never, ever hit you. 

Instantly, the intern turns away, shielding his body with his hands. In the nick of time, though, you latch your webbing onto the chair, slinging it away to side before it could harm anyone. You cross your arms. 

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry about tha- MIGUEL!“ You scream. 

And he throws a literal file cabinet at the man. Again, you latch it out of way without problem. 

“What th'heck, man?! What’s your fuckin’ problem?!“ The intern yells, spreading his arms out. 

“My fuckin’ problem is you nagging my wife!“ He roars. 

“Wait a sec- she’s your wife?“

Miguel then  leaps down from the platform, chin held up high in a sinister glare. Slowly, he steps over towards the both of you, fixing his eyes on the intern the entire time. 

Miguel’s tall, really tall compared to the newbie. He pokes his finger to the recruit, leaning in real close. 

“Stay at least 5 feet away from my wife at all times.“ Miguel utters, and you kinda feel bad for the new guy. 

You cross your arms. “C’mon, Miguel. He’s literally new, take it easy on him!” You say back, and Miguel pouts, whines. Possessively, he reaches over to you, pulling in you in by the hip to try to soothe you. It doesn’t work, and you present yourself from giving into his needy touches.  

And then, you turn around back to the newbie. “Gosh, I’m so sorry about that! He’s usually not like this-”

“Man, fuck this.“ The intern exclaims, taking a few steps back in agitation. “Take me back home, I ain’t dealin’ with this shit!“

He storms off, kicking a stray cardboard box on the way out. 

“Aw, crap.“

“Finally.“

You swerve back around, hands on your hips. “Miguel, that was uncalled for.”

“Yes it was! He was smothering all over you!“ He yells, throwing his hands up in the air like it was the most obvious thing ever. 

“Well, now thanks to you, we lost a recruit.“

“One of literally thousands!“

“And now, there’s papers everywhere on the floor!“

“Shhh, honey, I’ll clean it up later.“

Ignoring your frown, Miguel finally pulls you into him, pressing your lower back into his own with a nose into your hair.

“I saw the way he put his arm around you. He was flirting with you too. Hated it.“ Miguel utters. 

“When?“ You ask.

“On the surveillance.“ He says, and you sigh. He’s right, the guy was flirting with you for a bit, but you chose to ignore it so you could get over with the tour faster. 

“Eh, he gave me the heebie jeebies from the beginning.“ You say, and Miguel automatically squeezes you tighter into him, a deep grumble bellowing from his inner throat.

“I’m never letting you tour anyone ever again.“ Miguel admits.

“After that? Go ahead.“ You scoff, and finally, he sighs in relief. 

He tries drags you back to the office platform again, but then forgets that he threw the chair, grumbling in regret. Instead, he just hovers behind you for the rest of the day, occasionally pressing a smooch to your head.