#idk i'm just procrastinating

[littlecrittereli]

I am not who I was

Alt Version:

It's been a while since I drew Chris prior to Decoded... Also this rendering is ass, I am not good at shaDING ASJDAKDS

[the-shrimp-alchemist]

Anyone else think Ed and Ling should've been a little more. I dunno. Drenched in blood during this arc? :)c (for the sake of the blood showing up on their dark clothing let's just say there's So Much Of It)

I didn't draw this for October 3rd btw, but now's as good a day to post as any!

Bonus, by the time they emerge:

dramatic reveal ruined, more at 11

[causeimanartist]

Another birthday = another meet the artist

[wisteriagoesvroom]

HI LOVE!!!💖💖💖

pathetic + carcar <3

Oscar sits. The bed is firm beneath his palms. Carlos is on his knees.

The other man’s mouth is parted, gently pliant in a way he never is anywhere else. He's usually this way, crawling to Oscar in his need. Demanding with his touch, on edge after a race, after one of their racing incidents.

If Oscar were unkind, he might think Carlos, still bereft of a seat for '25, was starting to cause on track run-ins with him deliberately. For what reason, Oscar doesn't know, and Oscar doesn't wish to entertain that train of thought because it was a nonstop bullet to nowhere good.

Unfortunately though, he has always enjoyed driving on the limit.

"Is this how you like it? How you need me?” Carlos says, acrid with disgust. With Oscar, with this, with himself — who’s to say.

“I don’t need anything from you.” Oscar replies.

Carlos’s laugh is hollow. “That is a lie. I think you find a strange happiness in leaving me unsatisfied."

Oscar doesn't respond. Just peers at Carlos with his most neutral expression, mind turning. Piecing together the puppet that is Carlos. Heart too big. Talent overshadowed by others. The obvious and barely concealed inferiority issues that might as well leave the man bleeding openly on the side of the track.

Alpine 2022 means Oscar has had too close a brush to irrelevance, and he knows a little something about being unwanted. He has broken his ribs. Understands plenty about silent injury. How to push through pain. It's just the way it is, kid. Mark had said once. Luck of the draw. The words ring in his ears, in the silence.

Perhaps they have more in common than he wants to believe. Perhaps this is why he and Carlos compel each other.

"You are so quiet. I don't know who are you are fooling with your act." Carlos says, under his breath, perhaps more to himself than to anyone else. Trying to bait Oscar, twisting the nail with hope that it hurts.

Carlos clambers up from the floor, bringing himself eye to eye with oscar. "If they only knew what you are like in here, the way you beg me to let you come, the way you look when I–"

Oscar finds himself bored of this. The excessive verbiage, the posturing, when they could just call this what it is. A bad habit. A need.

Besides, Carlos’s arousal is evident the strain of his boxers, the deep maw of his eyes.

So Oscar peers steadily up at Carlos, and spits into his open mouth.

Carlos looks as if he's been slapped. There's a flash of danger in his expression.

Oscar counts upwards. The room is so silent that Oscar thinks there’s an element of truth to that saying about a pin being dropped. Oppenheimer could rise from the dead and remake his bomb, and neither man would probably move.

Then Carlos lunges at Oscar. Kisses him, shoves Oscar so hard back onto the bed that Oscar can barely breathe.

If it's destruction that Carlos wants, then Oscar can be charitable, just this once. He lets Carlos take what he needs, lets Carlos push and push with his tongue and his hands and his body. Lets Carlos take from him until Oscar's own mouth swells with the ache of it. And still, Oscar does not cede, and never does.

Carlos gasps when he breaks the kiss. It’s the surprising noise of concession, of defeat. But Oscar lets Carlos cage him in, hands at the side of his head, and he lies perfectly still. He doesn’t feel the need to posture all the time, to prove his power.

"Are you done?" Oscar says.

Carlos hovers, muscles tensed with anticipation, waiting for the gunshot. The next move from Oscar to push them over the edge, or end it all.

You're pathetic, Oscar thinks.

But watching Carlos spiral, watching him fall apart in the face of Oscar's glacial indifference - Oscar wonders if he is the pathetic one too.

As the person who keeps the door open for a kicked dog.

Who unfolds his hand, and lets him stay.

[foxett]

suntan family..

Using your designs because for the life of me i couldn't design my own :3

[justsumtransdude2000]

And what if I wrote ATYD but for the Skittles? Huh? What if I write half a million words about Barty Crouch Jr. pinning over his bsf (and maybe Regulus' brother - hear me out!)?? Huh?? What if I write Regulus dying and Barty having to watch and it finally pushing him over the edge because Reggie was all he had left and he thought he was being careful??? What then??

[drawing-in-teyvat]

Kinich Vision Story - part 1

Characters in Natlan are so casual when it comes to death. Kinich mentioned almost in passing that he died during the war, but this series of events was TRAUMATIC.

[arthur-side]

This had been on my mind since forever

Situation; There's an upcoming prom and the gang wants Ben and Taylor to be prom queen/king

-Aiden asks if Taylor has any good dress, didn't wait for an answer, and immediately rushed to get supplies to make a dress. He apparently knows how to make dresses. -The gang asks for the two to go to Aiden's house even when Ben literally lives with Aiden. -The gang prepares the two for the prom. -Taylor asks why the others aren't coming, Aiden's reply is "Because Ash doesn't want to!", Ashlyn's reply was "Too loud.", Tyler and Logan replied "Too gay." The gang gives them a questionable look. -Tyler was doing his sister's hair and Aiden was using Logan as a stool to brush Ben's hair. -Tyler suggested to give Taylor makeup. -"Why? She already looks beautiful." -Ashlyn Banner -Taylor blushes at Ashlyn's statement.(I can't live without a bit of Taylyn<3) -Prom finally rolled up, and the gang surprisingly showed up still. -Ashlyn was in the corner with her noise-canceling headphones, Tyler and Logan was keeping an eye on the two, and Aiden is doing Aiden. -Ps, Taylor and Ben became prom queen/king, the gang clapped and cheered at them, Tyler and Ashlyn even having a smile on their faces.

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

A brief review of The Walking Dead

[libra-cant-just-dance]

I'm bored here's my ranking of the 2023 maps

Minus the regional exclusives cuz I forgot those existed and I've never played them

[brooklynisher]

I FOUND IT OH M,Y GODD

IDC IF SHE DIDN'T SAY YES

"IT'S POSSIBLE" IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME!

WE REJOICE

[x]

[radiantaerynsvn]

this came to me in a vision

[azmaarts]

My friend gave me micron pens yesterday! :D:D <3<3

[originallymarysue]

SOOO uhh the new fairy godparents show huh?

It's good. I made ocs based of the few episodes I pirated legally watched. I don't know much about the lore about fairies so I don't know if any of this contradicts canonical lore (it was hard to find information about the lore or anything related to the shows, screw fandom wiki)

Anyway meet Dev's new babysitter, Mike, and their Fairy Godparent (who is stuck in a jar)

[aduckwithears]

The bookshop post season 2 - Muriel has been cheerfully informing all the other shopkeepers on Whickber street that Mr. Fell has gone to Heaven. Shocked and saddened, they bring grief-appropriate gifts like fruit baskets.

That's all fine until Crowley shows up to just, you know, check on things, and Muriel tries to give him an apple because it's 'red like his hair'

[daily-ethoslab]

sorry if this is random but I just saw your most recent daily etho (594 I think?) and I wanted to say that I’m blown away by your commitment. your art style has always been lovely and distinctive but the visible evolution in how you render since the beginning of this blog is astonishing. beautiful job, thanks for making me smile whenever I see your posts ❤️

!!!!!Thank you!!!! I'm so glad you like my art. Ive been trying super hard to make my art style recognizable. As for rendering??? I have no clue????? haha. It's been a while sence I've looked back on how I've improved as an artist so maybe it's a little harder for me to see it. It means a lot to know that I my silly drawings can make someone smile :] so thank u so much :D