#hopeless at art

[amomorii]

Draco's first Christmas at the burrow 🍏⚡

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

Neighborhood residents rescue stray kitten (cr: 雨夜夜)

[may12324]

Lae'zel - her Queen's vengence

[soracities]

we NEED more cleaners and bricklayers and scaffolders and delivery drivers in MFA poetry programs. like. immediately.

[pastelpaperplanes]

Arguing 3 hrs

Sparring 2 hrs

Traveling 1 hr

Passionately Snogging Sloppy Style 14 hrs

Sleeping 4 hrs

someone who is good at time management please help them properly schedule their days. this Quest is dying

template here!

[sheikfangirl]

"There's nothing wrong with you." ❄️💔

-Pre-Calamity drama- Zelda was straight up dying of hypothermia in the damn Spring of Wisdom. Having to stay on guard duty while she was freezing to death was obviously not as painful as what Zelda was experiencing, but it was torture for him.

After one too many whimper, Link couldn't stand it anymore! No way Link was gonna let the woman he secretly loved die, under HIS WATCH, on her BIRTHDAY!

Link jumped in the spring and scooped Zelda up in is arms. She really tried to resist but she was so weak and frozen, he just ignored her protests... The rest of the night was tense and heavy...their convo too. But I'm actually considering eventually making an animatic of the whole scene, so I'm not gonna spoil the rest of the HC. Cheers PS: I might not be as prolific for the next month, i am in a professional rush. I'll try to keep posting rough sketches but i have so many Zelink plans for the mid summer and after, my idea backlog exploded.

[awetfrog]

dam he's a lil weird, a lil freaky but kinda into that

[jesuistrestriste]

fwb!art starts to get attached to you so quick. it only takes a few weeks before he’s dreaming about just kissing you and holding you and making dinner with you.

you’d both agreed to keep things simple by only having sex and not developing feelings for one another, but you should have expected that art wouldn’t be able to keep the promise.

one evening, when you’re getting up from his bed to leave, he sits up and swallows thickly before speaking up; his covers pulled up over his lap to hide his nakedness.

“would you, i mean… w-would you wanna stay the night tonight?”

and you immediately know what’s going on. art’s the total package; he’s cute, and he’s sweet, and he’s smart, and he’s talented, but you don’t want to be tied down to a relationship right now. your stomach drops a little.

“Art,” you start, but this makes him instantly shift to sit up further with this look on his face like he knows you’re about to crush his heart.

“it’s just one night,” he says gently, almost bargaining, “it’s like, basically midnight. wouldn’t it just be easier to stay over?”

but its art. you know him. you can’t. if you give him an inch, he’ll beg for a mile.

you can’t stay.

so you grab your clothes, and you make him watch you get dressed silently, before you walk back over to his bed and sit down. you sigh and cup his cheek, “we said we weren’t gonna—“

but his face instantly crumples and it halts your words from spilling out any further. it’s subtle, the way his face changes, but you know he’s on the verge of an emotional breakdown. you frown and move your thumb to stroke his cheekbone before he hangs his head and leans into you. his forehead pushes into your shoulder.

“i can’t do this anymore.”

his voice comes out quiet and whispered and broken against your skin, his hands resting over his sheets. he shakes against you, and then you realize he’s—

“i don’t know why im crying—i dont—i’m sorry—“

tears rush down his cheeks in the next moment, and he sniffles wetly before a stifled sob gets stuck in his throat and he wraps his arms around you pleadingly.

“it just… i can’t do it. it hurts letting you go—it hurts watching you leave,” he trembles.

you move to place one of your hands on the back of his blonde curls and the other over his upper back, before his lips brush your neck and he whispers warmly into you with the desperation of a million lovers combined

“please…

just don’t go tonight.”

[stil-lindigo]

an aro-ace's love letter to love.

(the title "Laozi's bowl" is in reference to the famous quote by Chinese philosopher Laozi who said "It is the empty space which makes the bowl useful.")

[sunlit-mess]

if it’s not too personal, why would you prefer staying with at your mother’s? Is it cause you get along well with your sisters?

[lupucs]

Grrr-friend 🦖

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Y'all miss these two? Yea me too 😭

During her survival in Las Almas from the Shadows, Jade bumped with Ghost on the way to the church. (idk man)

It's not much, but it's all that I can muster up after coming home from work. Anyway hope y'all love this little sketch! (❁´◡`❁)

Tip Jar ✨🏺

[crabsnpersimmons]

Yes actually, I do want something off the menu.

That would be moon, please.

Moon: no no no!! i can’t! i-i-it’s too soon! i’m not ready! t-take me to dinner first! n-not yet tho! i need to prepare! i--

Eclipse: (pushes the flustered Moon to the side) Looks like our little mooncake isn’t ready to be served yet, might I interest you in one of our other offerings? I make an unforgettable amuse-bouche.

Sun: (calls from the kitchen) Please refrain from eating the employees.

[canisalbus]

the anon saying they wish vaschete were plushies inspired me

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[fudgelling-away]

[lopsaii]

When I saw the original I had to klapollo-fy it

(Original under the cut)