#i tried-

[a-silly-alterhuman]

yaelokre masks!! perrire and clementine!

@yaelokre (sorry if u dont like being tagged) so ive been making these masks of perrire and clementine from yaelokres songs/story(?) because i thought they were very cool and convinced my bf to wear one of the masks with me and he picked perrires/the mooses and i choose clementines! they arent fully done ofc as i need to paper mache a lot more and paint and stuff but i think they look pretty good!! (yes im aware i look young but i am of age requirements)

clementines!

perrires!

[burnt-breadtoast]

could you draw Anxiety crying and Joy comfort her?

"I'm here for you, Anxy"

[stories-from-the-shaded-moon]

To Feed the Bird

Fic inspired by @isasan347 art!

And somewhat my Captivity whumptober from last year-

This wasn’t supposed to happen, right? Like, the real heroes were supposed to be going through these portals! Like Mr. Hero! He was supposed to be seeing this giant purple-gold rift and walk through.

But Ravio was with the big guy’s wife, the buff one’s probable boyfriend, the scarred one’s nephew, the short one’s grandpa, the pirate’s uncle, Impa, and the chosen’s best friend.

It wasn’t like he’d never gone through an era-bending portal before. But, there was no way everyone here had battle experience.

They found themselves in the woods, fog swaying across the ground. The short one’s grandpa, Smith, recognized it as Minish Woods.

Groose, with the approval of Malon, asked Tulin to scout the area. Now they were all sitting around a fire, waiting for the young Rito to return.

Impa handed out the rations to everyone soon enough. Just a pack of a few crackers. Ravio stared at the pack feeling as if he would cry. Usually Linebeck voiced Ravio’s thoughts, but he was quiet tonight.

Ravio ripped open the pack and ate one out of six crackers. He was lucky that each one was the size of his palm.

Ravio winced as he felt a sharp scratch on his head. He brought his hand up and, sure enough, his faithful companion took a spot perched on his outstretched finger. Sheerow had been hanging around Groose for some time, but Ravio thought it better not to question it.

Sheerow chiros were squeaky and short, but Ravio felt a comfort in them. Sheerow’s chiros never changed no matter what they’d been through together.

He wondered if this is how Link felt. Going to all of these random different countries, for the only constant to be that dumb hat he held onto.

Goddesses he missed Link.

The fire went out and a puff of air blasted in Ravio’s face.

“Up, up! They’re coming!” Ravio felt his ears perk upward. Link was coming!

“Who’s coming?” Everyone was on their feet at the arrival of the Rito child.

“Monsters!” Ravio’s ears flattened. Of course. Ravio turned around and grabbed his hammer, bringing it up to place its weight on his shoulder.

That was when the shuffling became easy to hear. Looking around, almost no one was armed. Impa still had her sword, Tulin had his bow, Shad had given Groose his dagger, and that was it.

“Tulin, stay back and protect the others as best as you can,” Impa ordered, her once light voice turning cold.

The hairs on the back of Ravio’s neck stood as the first bokoblin breached the tree line. He rushed in, his hammer whistling in the wind. He caught a boko’s stomach and it flew into the one next to it.

Ravio knew, with the letters Link used to send him, that they wouldn’t go down that easy, but he swung at the next bunch.

His arms were starting to grow tired. Impa told him to fall back, to help Tulin protect the others. This wasn’t working. Impa and Groose had cuts all over, so did he, but he wasn’t doing anything back here!

Some years ago, he’d be cowering in fear, begging Hilda to save him.

“Ravio,” he jolted at the tap on his back. Her hand grabbed his hammer before he could protest. “Let me ‘ave a try at the mallet, yeah?”

Ravio pressed his lips into a thin line before letting Malon take his weapon. She twirled it in her hands before looking onto the onslaught of monsters with a look Ravio could only describe as whimsy on her face before she dashed forward.

She bashed a monster, it turned into dust before it hit the ground. He heard Impa laugh as Malon began to clear more and more monsters with his mallet.

Ravio told Malon to keep the mallet. She was more useful than he was with it.

Ravio ate another cracker, his stomach begged for it, but his head begged him not to. Impa’s eyes told him that his mind was far smarter than his mouth. Most of him didn’t care anymore.

“You know those are rations, right?” Ravio’s eye twitched at Groose’s words.

“Yes, but I’m hungry.”

“You haven’t done anything to be hungry.” Ravio’s hand stilled mid-bite.

“Groose,” Malon said, her voice quizzical.

“You got tired so fast that Malon had to take your place, and she did better than you!” Ravio threw his cracker at Groose and stood up.

Behind Ravio’s eyes, he saw the blood and bones of monsters and Hylians alike. Unlike what society would say, they all bleed the same. No matter what color, no matter what race. They all bleed red.

Ravio stood in front of Groose, his eyes wide. “Shut up.”

“Boys,” Smith stood from across the fire they remade.

Groose’s eyebrows furrowed. “I dare-“

Ravio yanked Groose’s collar so their faces were only inches apart. “My name might not be Link, but I am his counterpart, or do I need to prove it?”

“That is enough!” Ravio felt a spike of pain in his ear and quickly let go of Groose.

“Ow! Let me- oof!” He was thrown back next to his bag, Malon standing over him. “Eat your food, Ravio.”

“Well-“

“You’re not angry hun, you’re hungry. Eat,” Malon sat beside Ravio. “That goes for him too.” She nodded to Groose who was being scolded by Smith.

Ravio sighed, aggressively chomping on his remaining crackers.

“You know, he has been feeding your bird lately.” Malon hummed.

“With what? I wasn’t-“ Ravio suddenly stopped his chewing, a sinking feeling filling his chest. “Oh…”

“Yeah. I should’ve told him to stop, but he just…” she glanced over at Groose who also begrudgingly gnawed at his crackers. “He looked his age, you know? He says that he’s only twenty-two, but he always looks like he’s twenty-seven or twenty-eight. When he fed your bird, he looked twenty-two.”

Ravio glared at the grass under him.

“Your bird sits next to him even now, see?” Ravio looked over and saw exactly that. Sheerow jumped around Groose’s hand that held the cracker. Groose looked down at Sheerow with such a regretful look, Ravio felt it in his soul.

Ravio’s shoulders unknowingly untensed at the sight. “Sheerow!” He called, his companion flew over. Ravio didn’t miss how Groose’s eyes followed Sheerow.

Ravio broke off a quarter of his cracker. “Ravio,” Malon protested, but the quarter was in Sheerow’s beak before his name fully came out.

Ravio glanced up and saw Groose’s eyes relax as he took his bites out of his own crackers.

“He’s my friend. I should’ve paid more attention to him.” Ravio sighed. “Maybe I should apologize…”

[lindawashere]

Trying to draw the turtles🥲

I think is better then the last time I draw them:D

[acapellax]

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HEE HEE

[instantfoxdonut]

no jester???

(my shaking hands struggled SO MUCH trying to draw @rabid-mercenary16 's new sona-)

[always-smileing]

I can’t remember what he looks like so this is off memory 🥲

The monster ive become belongs to: @thealphavoidofficial

I need to reread the book to get an actual grasp of what he actually looks like-

[averagetmntfan]

GUESS MY NAME

IT BEGINS WITH A

GUES THE WINNER GETS FANART ! :)

GOOD LUCK

OOO OO UHHH..

UHHHHHHH

ARIA...? IDK MAN-

[thesaddestjoysandthesmallestlies]

At a pool party but my body is currently reminding me that I (an asexual virgin) am not pregnant, so I can’t swim. :[

[cloudyartboi]

Golb VS Super Dimentio Art

I tried-

[thatoneandlonelyemo2005]

having thoughts about race, kid blink and albert's very very chaotic slightly pyromaniac-ish friendship and you feel like a person who might encourage these

too many thoughts for me to write down rn but I can later if you want to hear them

sorry ive been at work and had to eat super! anyways thoughts you say >:)

Oh they so have a vibe, I feel like they would be the type to cause chaos and run away laughing, like stealing a random item and making a dash for it

Or pulling pranks but maybe some of them can get to serious

Half of the time they DON'T cause chaos and adults just hate them, a few times they come running home with panic faces and rapid breathing

When they don't cause destruction you can find them smoking under a tree or walking along the road pointing out the small things that make them happy, like the all-black cat that follows them, Blink so wants to take home it home...his name is Mr. Midnight(if you get the reference i stan you now)

There just besties trying to live their lives and while yes they may just play pranks and mess around but their just trying to have fun

For what if they almost brunt a small portion of David's house, their lucky David didn't kill them, after all they did hide it for the longest time with the help of moving the couch

[cwarscars-a]

✍️ Hojo 0.0

Send me ✍️ + a muse, and I’ll try my hand at writing as them | hojo.

it isn't as if he needs the glasses - his vision, all-too-clear, without. but if there is a benefit to adorning his features with such a thing ( something aside from twisted fashion ) - it's the magnification that they give. a focus in on the smaller details; the finer things. as he mulls through documents and scrolls through screens - he wishes to see as much as he can. every nook and cranny; everything - good and bad.

the light before his eyes shows him her. her body. her form - every shape twisted together to make an amalgamation, he can't quite find the words to describe. a man as smart as him - deprived of a voice in sight of her power! and all he can muster - a hand on his screen, the slow stroke of fingers atop the gentle hum of the lights before him.

"jenova-" he hisses; the room surrounding him, a flicker of blue and green. how he misses her ; how he pines for her. the mother of his child - the object of his desire. never had her vessel done her justice - lucrecia - as weak as any other. her only blessing, the child she'd bore. for now, he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose - watches the specimen on his screen. admires the face and body, so beautiful - the appendages, the twist of limbs - more-so.

how he'd yearn to feel her form once more; entwine hands amidst her flesh, examine her insides.

oh - how a man can dream. ( but a scientist can live it ).

[loafyall]

Shit drawing post.

The last one, the hu Tao drawing is shit as fuck. But I tried-

I luv the freminet and Scara + kazoo one-!!

[jadescortaurius1]

[mizz-sea-nymph]

AYOOOOO PANINI!!!

I have a challenge for you :>

The challenge is that I will show you images of objects and typical foods from Mexico, you will have to list those objects or dishes and you will have to write them in Spanish, it does not matter if you do not remember the name, the first thing that comes to mind you have what to write it EN ESPA��OL >:)

so here we go

Ok, these are all the objects and food, I wish you luck!! <33

Just so you know- I’m horribly dumb-so I’m so sorry for my stupidity also I don’t know Spanish I literally abandoned my dolingo so 🏃🏻‍♀️😭

(Feel free to laugh at my dumbass)

Corn ice cream or like the corn with the ketchup and mayo on it? I think that’s the one??

Resin bowl (with legs???)

Is it a poncho?

Handhoven bags?

I have no idea what these two called so bare with me-

Tamale

Oh god- aaaaaaaa a coin!

In Spanish (I tried-)

Mairon y mai y salsa

Resino colano

Poncho

Hande os

Tamale

Choineda

[snowbafeld]

Some uhhhhhhh- art of my OC Melinda-