#Too tired to care RN

[eilistraaee]

It is calming to see something familiar in another

inspo x x

[protectorcraft]

made the first one in an effort to beat everyone else to the punch for ironic reasons, in case that post i made took off like i feared it might, and then the rest appeared spontaneously on my computer

[angelpuns]

Leo going through the horrors but the horrors are just that he had a shitt day and no one bothered to save him any cookies :/

[thwackk]

HAL DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[koroart]

I realized I never shared this here — but this is the piece I did for the DMCL Exchange that happened a few months back! Did this for … shit I forgot who I did this for.

[lovecoredeity]

my half of a lil art trade of sorts with @mythologiquill where we both design each other characters! I had a lot of fun working on this! <3 my other porcelain cat doll character design can be found here

♡ if you like my art please consider buying me a kofi ♡

[blackfilmmakers]

Wow these sure are boring

[084392]

thought about my future pmd2 hero and partner family hcs again...

(jswc im not implying manaphy died or anything and also no that is not grovyle as a treecko(maybe an ancestor. but not him))

[coridallasmultipass]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BESTEST WIDDLE SNAKEY WAKEY.

I can't believe my son is 18!! I estimated a birth date for him to be about a month before I got him in fall of 2006, since he was such a widdle month-old baby sneky. I always try to get a good birthday pic of him - especially after he eats and gets the good yawns in.

Pretty soon, he'll be off to snake college, for snakes. Dunno how we're gonna afford those ssssnudent loans.

Image description below the cut:

First photo is an albino corn snake (species name: Pantherophis guttatus) peeking out from behind a fake flower on a rocky hide (a house inside the tank where reptiles can feel secure and hidden). The snake is flicking his tongue out. Only his head is visible in the photo. Caption on the photo reads: Demo's 18th birthday. August 9, 2024.

Next photo is the same snake, but in a clear, close-up, detail photo. Each scale is clearly defined. He has red eyes and pink cheeks, and pale white patterns on an off-white body. The scales on his head are shaped to follow the different planes of his face. The scales on his neck (and body, not shown) are uniform and scallop-shaped.

The next three photos are sequential. The same snake appears with his mouth barely open. Then, his mouth is wide open in a yawn. His cheeks look so smooshy. His head is shaped the way a snap hairclip opens, curved upwards, and it's funny and cute. His mouth has ridges inside, but no teeth or fangs are visible (because his teeth are too tiny to be photographed politely, and he does not have any fangs). The last photo in the sequence has the snake with his mouth still open, but the top of his head is a normal shape again as he begins to end the yawn.

[doubldeckkr]

Posting something before bed (I have no idea what I was going for)

Just a couple of gal pals I guess lol :)

[screamingcrows]

I thought about it and decided @mrskreideprinz gets both, so here is prompt 28. "Please help me"

Il Dottore x reader below. Uhh comfort?

How long you'd been standing in the doorway was a mystery rivalling the ones lining the heavy wooden desk across the room. Or perhaps that was your own mind playing tricks again.

Today had simply been too much.

The room was dimly lit as usual, a far less sterile appearance than his treasured laboratories and workshops.

Scattered papers no doubt equivalent to an entire forest lay scattered across the unforgiving floor, deemed less important than the numerous others carefully arranged in folders lining countless shelves. The ones unoccupied by his personal collection of books and records of various forms least.

Dottore had remained hunched over his desk at an odd angle for the entirety of your impromptu visit. His desk had been arranged so he would face away from the door, he did not receive guests nor hold any meetings in his sanctuary.

Visitors were not taken to kindly, and certainly not when the door had been locked and his beaked mask discarded for the night, sharp visage peering towards any potential intruders.

Guilt weighed about as heavily upon your heart as the key did in your palm.

Outside, the aurora danced across the sky, countless stars shining through the coloured ribbons. His shadowy figure appeared almost surreal with the shifting outline.

It made you want to throw up. You knew this was unreasonable, there was nothing to do nor was your current state in any shape his fault. It simply happened from time to time.

The world too much and you too little for it was what your mind would whisper in the dark hours spent in solitude.

'Please help me' was what you wished you could say.

A sigh left him in time with the shrill protests of old wood as he straightened, 'if it creaks it holds', a silly proverb a few of the younger segments favoured whenever their mechanical creations would sound a second from death.

"At least come in and close the door."

The steady scratch of graphite never ceased, every move of his hand accompanied by a nervous twitch of yours.

Dottore hadn't asked you to leave, that was the important part. Except a part of you wished he had. The gnawing feeling eating away behind your ribs would have an explanation then.

As would the dull throb of your head and the shake of your hands and-

A singular word emphasised the deafening emptiness as his pen stopped moving, "Sit."

Head lowered in defeat; utterly uncertain what battle you'd even lost, you followed the simple instruction and stepped closer. In a familiar exchange, your body halted for further direction, eyes flickering to the stool tucked away in a corner.

Dottore pushed away from the desk, turning his body a fraction towards you in a silent call. Gladly, you obliged with relief dampening your lashes as you settled.

Nothing chased away the cold quite like his delicate warmth. If you couldn't feel the telltale heartbeat against your back, perhaps it'd been easy to mistake him for artificial with how he always seemed to run just a little warmer than expected.

But there were no wires beneath the hand that snaked around your wrist, wholly organic as crooked fingers sunk into your flesh, a single thumb peeking under the fabric.

Testing. Asking.

The touch didn't burn, nor did it tear at your skin, so you remained silent, letting out a shaky breath as more of his palm met with your skin.

Although you knew he commanded the will of many, the deliberate way he forced your attention to his touch only never ceased to stun you.

He could've said his hand was covered in analgesic salve and you'd have believed it, relishing the calm that slowly crept along your nerves.

Perhaps you'd dozed, fallen victim to the steady breathing, deep scent of coffee, and the safety of his arms, at least you couldn't quite recall when he'd pushed away the papers and reached for a book instead.

The weight of his chin upon your shoulder was grounding, a stark contrast to the erratic flutter brought on by his lips carefully pressing to your neck.

"It will be a while before I finish," his voice was coarse, from disuse or overuse was impossible to know without inquiring about his day.

Regardless, you'd make a pot of tea before he could rise tomorrow, white tea with sumeru rose buds and dried zaytun peaches being a favourite method of awakening he'd never admitted to.

But that was the beauty of it all, you realised, words were far from necessary.

Perhaps today was enough and tomorrow would be fine.

[angelpuns]

CW FOR EYE CONTACT, EYES, SOMEWHAT EYESTRAIN

Lemme know if this needs any other warnings

I had an actual caption but it was sad and it was too poetic for art that didn't even make me feel better

[angryplebianart]

noodle doodle :)

[professional-termite]

life of luxury!!!!! im sooosososo normal about this series i swear

[mystical-one]

WARNING IM GOING TO BE HONEST AND EARNEST HERE. i really unironically unconditionally liked now and then

[dalloneveryday]

hi im 12 hours late but we ignore that have a dallon. day 177 :)