#and yes i do have wips

[choccy-milky]

omianne wip from over a year ago that ill never properly finish (redraw of 'the other father' by mac conner)

[araneapeixes]

Yoo im really liking how the colors are coming out in this style actually<33

[skunkes]

that white boy needs to stop touching all the god damn food

[sandflakedraws]

blessed day of days i remembered that i can post wips

pictured: a man having a good time

[pinacoladamatata]

sorry about long solas. here he is pining at the winter palace

[almondpiglet]

(wips) who here likes serijose or joserei!!! *exactly three ppl in the crowd cheer*

[kindahoping4forever]

⭐ 🐍

[buddie-buddie]

it could be love (we could be the way forward)

Buck was in the shower when they got the call. 

He’s always been a little afraid of showering on shift– afraid of hearing the klaxons ring while there’s still conditioner in his hair, afraid of having to towel off and dress at the speed of light, and all the awfulness that comes with wrestling clothes over still-damp skin. He’s afraid of the extra minute it takes him to get himself dressed and on the engine being the difference between someone else’s life and death. 

He avoids it at all costs, only does it when they first get back from a call and Bobby puts them out of service for a half hour to give everyone time to clean up and grab a bite. 

They’d just come back from a three-alarm fire at an office building downtown, a beast of a thing that took three stations four hours to put down. As they pulled back into the station, Buck’s bones ached and his stomach growled and there was soot covering every inch of him. He could feel it in his sweat-damp hair, could smell it every time he breathed. He figured it was clinging to the tiny hairs in his nose, was pretty certain if he blew his nose the tissue would come back tinged in gray. 

He was on autopilot as he clambered out of the back of the engine, tucking his gear away and stumbling for the showers on tired legs. His bad leg was killing him. He’d woken up with a dull ache in his knee, and figured it was due to the dark, heavy clouds in the sky and the fact that the temperature had plummeted about fifteen degrees in as many hours. 

He’d done his stretches and taken some ibuprofen in hopes of getting ahead of the worst of it, but it was no match for a tough shift with an unrelenting fire. The ache was bone-deep now, radiating up and down his leg with a fierceness that had Buck gritting his teeth and biting back a wince as he stepped into the shower. 

He needed the fancy massage gun Maddie had gotten him for Christmas. And maybe some deep heat. The one that Eddie’s Abuela gave him, made from capsaicin from chili peppers grown in her hometown in Mexico. And maybe a nap, too. 

But all of that would have to wait another three hours until shift change. For now, a shower was the best he could do. 

The only thing better than peeling off his sweaty, sooty clothes was the feel of the warm spray on his back, the heat of it soothing the ache beneath his skin. He tipped his head back and let the water wash away the last few hours, all of the soot and the ash and the sweat and the grime of a job well done and a fire knocked down. It took him three rounds of shampoo until the water ran clear.

He was rinsing out the last of it when the alarm rang and he remembered. 

Remembered that Bobby wasn’t here, that gone were the days of a thoughtful captain. Gone were the days of a leader who looked out for his own, a leader who cared enough about the people under his command to afford them a basic respite after all they’d just seen and done. 

Gerrard was no Bobby. 

It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes since they arrived back, and yet the alarm was already ringing out with another call. Buck hurried out of the shower, toweling off and pulling a clean shirt over his still-wet head as he listened for the details. 

STATION 118. HELICOPTER CRASH. 101 SOUTHBOUND. LAFD AIR SUPPORT PILOT DOWN.

His stomach dropped, his heart tripping over itself in his chest. 

No. No. Please no. 

He shoved down the panic rising in his throat and finished dressing, running towards the bay. 

Eddie ran up alongside him. “Is Tommy–” 

“–Out on air support."

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[floweroflaurelin]

"The lands they created became home to people who would seek to emulate and even to surpass that act of creation."

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"Hey Sabira so in order to graduate we need you to do a Big Project over the summer and it has to be a subject you're so passionate about you can work on it for months unsupervised, okay?" – School

Yeah you know what, I think I can hack that 👀🕯️

[rekikiri]

a special thank you to aaron and katelyn in the future because I just know if they’re living in the same state as andrew and neil, they’re going to be the ones getting stuck with them as a patient for injuries

[theokusgallery]

I am always ready to drop the biggest bangers of my career at 2am. Anyway look at his ear I'm so proud of it

[tamelee]

Panel redraw (sorta). Based on this ask, hope you and the one who suggested this panel- 🫣💕 like it. I'm not sure if it turned out well..

Bridge scene ⃩/Naruto's resolve

[artscheese]

My concept of negati balan,,,, I wanted him to have wings~

[sqwdkllr]

Heya,,, hello,,, Just wanted to say I'm in LOVE with the art you make Squid. Your style and designs always manage to hit so nicely and its so unique to me <3 Your QSMP art and ESPECIALLY ones of miss Baribal are some of my FAVORITES and drives me (and a friend) bonkers over her and I thought I'd show appreciation for the content you provide of she-bear Baribal 🫡 I always look forward to seeing more of your art posted on here <3 Other than that, I wish you a good day, Squid! ^^

THIS IS SUCH AN OLD ASK BUT I DONT CARE IM ANSWERING THEM NOW

I’m so so glad you and ur friend like em !! THE FEM BARIBAL PROPAGANDA IS STRONG !! Do you really love a character if you haven’t evolved far from canon and changed their design hundreds of times ?

[gurathins]

oughhh one and a half days, 85+ layers and too many ikea pages later i present to you..... klara & toby's apartment('s floorplan). it's like, 56 m^2 if i counted right (65 m^2 if u count the balcony) :^)

we have.... - east (bedroom & living room) & south (kitchen) facing windows + 9 m^2 balcony w windows - a bath :^) - too many soft places to lay on - tons of closed cupboards/bookshelves (reason: cat) - a cat - a bass guitar (klara's, don't touch)

klara inherited it from her aunt. which is probably the only way they could afford getting an apartment in a city centre JJFBFBCCNCKCK

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