#if I do finish it

[milkylot]

Why did I decide to render this instead of doing flat colors

[penpenpencil]

Minish cap headcannons go brrrrrrrr

[spitblaze]

[guy who doesnt watch shows voice] yeah ive been meaning to watch that show

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[mangozic]

my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity

[hoofpeet]

14 year old artists listen to me right now (gripping you by the shoulders) STOP caring about your "internet presence" right naow. Draw slower and stop trying to boil your art down to an acceptable marketable brand

[morningsaidthemoon]

might continue work on this one,, ✨✨

[diornies]

letter to theo by vincent van gogh

[dr11ft]

chicana miku 🤎

[greykolla-art]

It’s healthy to step out of our comfort zone’s a little!😜

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[swimmingtrunks]

Area Man With No Self Worth Somehow Still Needs To Be Taken Down About A Peg Or Twenty

[crashstanding]

Reblog to give the person you reblogged from the ability to finish their WIPs

[northernfireart]

read the whole story> here by @clarionglass :)

[tojisun]

call it bad porno plot but blue collar simon coming to your house cuz you rang, saying you needed some plumbing done, and you, well, you didn’t expect this hulking mass of a man to come greet you with an accent so thick you can feel yourself getting wet :(

he calls you maam and missus—you say “just miss,” with a little cough because you’re not married, and he pauses and goes, “oh, is that so?” with this little pleased smile tugging at his lips.

he checks whatever’s going on in your kitchen sink and says it might take a while, and you can barely reply to him when he begins to shrug his jacket off, leaving him in this skin-tight black shirt that literally looks so beat up with overuse but unbelievably hot on him.

“reckon little ol’ me can have somethin’ to drink, maam?” he asks, crossing those thick arms over his chest, and you can barely rasp out your reply before you’re turning around to rummage around the fridge.

you don’t notice the way simon eyes you down, tracing your body and barely biting a pleased hum at the sight you make, all doll and pretty, so easy to read with your blown wide eyes staring up at him with such palpable desire.

you haven’t been fucked right, huh darling? probably never had a real man treat you well—fold you over the counter, make you squirt with only fingers, yeah?

well, he thinks, rolling his shoulders and grunting his thanks to you when you give him a glass of OJ, maybe i can be that man for you, isn’t that right petal?

(it takes a purposeful hit at the pipes for things to pick up—you came running back to the kitchen with a confused yelp, and the next he’s got you on your kitchen table, legs thrown over his shoulders, and his head buried in your cunt.)

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[sangrefae]

wheezes and collapses into a pile of bones and dust