#a wip

[upsidedownwithsteve]

[kyngsnake]

today I offer you… boobies.

[nihilismtrcit]

whiskerman's wharf 

[yank-a-ton]

[shelli-gator]

YEAH? So what of it?

[citylighten]

😮‍💨

[maxphilippa]

hey girl. uh. yeah. yeah? yeah.

[bexisanidiot]

Mantis wip I'll never finish

I might redo it idk

[scrunchie-87]

I hate proportions.

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

wip--letter writer

(cut inserted for implied sexual content)

Margarat straightened, using a hand on Mathye's chest to brace herself. Now she was straddling him, and she had to admit that the view was particularly nice.

"So." She said, making herself comfortable. "Tural is it? I can see why you were asking for a penpal."

"What makes you think I already don't have penpals?" Mathye countered. "I thought I'd be nice. Give you something to look forward to considering the mountain of paperwork in your office you keep shirking." He grinned as Margarat narrowed her eyes.

"You know, I've never killed a man before. Especially one that's naked and helpless in bed." This earned her a sharp smile from Mathye, all white teeth with a flash of fang.

"I'd like to see you try." Giving into temptation, he reached up to gently trace his fingers up one of Margarat's forearms.

"You are aware the moment word gets out you're on the western continent every Thomas, Dickerson and Harris will be arriving in droves." Margarat spread her fingers, feeling the steady beat of Mathye's heart beneath her palm.

"We know. Can't be helped. Just hoping we get a little time to see what's going on before the waters get muddy." Mathye grunted as Margarat shifted position.

"And you're sure this...'threat' is legitimate?" She asked, making air-quotes with her fingers.

"No, which is why we want to investigate. It wouldn't hurt to confirm. If it's naught to be concerned about that's fine. If it is something to be worried about..." Mathye trailed off. "Then we're getting as much information as possible, maybe buy some time. I don't doubt that the Grand Alliance can defend themselves when it comes to it, but the state of everyone's military..."

"Is still poor." Margarat finished. Mathye nodded.

"Ishgard was only just getting back on its feet when the Final Days struck. And we got off lightly compared to Gridania and Ala Mhigo. And then there's Garlemald--if they were attacked, the Ilsabard Contingent would probably need more support and that's enough of a political mess as is." Margarat nodded, understanding.

[leelarts]

Also hi guys i AM alive and doing art outside of comms!! I swear

[jazz-png]

I feel like I’ve been fed well with the amount of new eremin content I just re-blogged so I thought I would contribute to that and post some of my own art

(This was based off of a fanfic I read where armin is the next in line in a mafia group)

[sp1derc1der]

I bring a WIP of a dragon version of Professor Sycamore!

(Gosh i struggled with his hair eug)

To @toiletphotoshoot, I hope you like him so far!

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Coming Soon

"She drives me crazy Like no one else She drives me crazy And I can't help myself." - She Drives Me Crazy by The Fine Young Cannibals Steve was standing at your open window, hip leaning against the side of your car, arms crossed, expression smug. He grinned at you. 

“Harrington,” you greeted, a drawl that lacked any sort of warmth, tinted with annoyance instead. 

The boy tsked, sarcasm dripping from him as he leaned in, arms on the window ledge, peering into the car and peering at the pile of cassettes on your passenger seat. 

“Blondie? Really?” 

You swatted at him, brows knitted together already because you’d been at Camp Upside Down for quite literally three minutes and the boy was already doing his best to infuriate you. 

“That’s not very nice,” he told you but he was still grinning. “You didn’t miss me?”

You pushed the car door open, knocking Steve out of the way in the process and you scowled as you popped the trunk, turning to him with a glare. 

“Miss you? I saw you at the store two days ago.”

Steve watched you haul out your bags, snorting when you let them fall to the forest floor without much care. 

“Yeah, but you called me a dickhead and hit me with your cart.”

“You yelled across the store and asked me where my cauldron was.”

"It was a valid question."

[refinedstorage]

lol she will chop you