#not an au btw! just a study

[re-alku]

mild painting studies of DE w my two test subjects of choice 💪💪

versions without the mild overlaid effect

[ghouljams]

Not to add another au to my pile, but...

You have lived by a very simple rule while on your "last summer" vacation: the best travel recommendations come from dudes that are down bad.

Your tinder has one sentence on it and all your best pics, "in town for the week, looking for fun." So far you've barely had to pay for anything, you've had some of the best food you've ever eaten, gone to the coolest clubs you'd never have found on trip advisor, and gotten laid more than you could've dreamed. At least half of them were pretty good too.

You hover over a profile, over the name "Ghost" and some choice shirtless pics. These types of profiles always go one of two ways: fake or fantastic. You swipe right, if it's fake you'll know quickly. Your phone lights up green. It's a match. Your fingers hesitate before typing out a quick message. He gets to you first.

"Down for some fun this weekend?" You laugh at the eggplant emoji and start typing your response before another message rolls in, "we can walk around/grab drinks before."

You smile a little wider, "what a gentleman."

"Always, gentleman in the streets, wild in the sheets"

"That line work for you?"

"You tell me."

You hate to admit it, but he's funny, and funny works for you. There's something about the way confident guys flirt that really gets you going. Not to mention this sort of confidence tells you the profile is real enough for you to send a loose itinerary of your time in London.

"Drinks on Saturday then," he tells you after a minute. You let your heart flutter a normal amount.

"Where are we going?"

"I'll send you the address, you send me your number."

Alright maybe your heart flutters a little more than normal. You like a man who knows what he wants.

Part 2

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

It's the 6 month anniversary of this blog! Check out these cool bugs I found.

(EDIT: Check out this amazing fanart by thecornermushroom!)

Part 2 - Part 3

[beanghostprincess]

Sanuso College AU but Sanji is still with his shitty family and studying something he hates (like, economy or business studies or shit like that) and Usopp does something like robotics or engineering but despite liking that field he wishes he could do something more... Art related. So they're both stuck with things they aren't that passionate about and rethinking their futures and they end up meeting on campus because they won't stop skipping classes and one thing leads to another and they're now hanging out every day not giving a fuck about failing as long as they spend their time cooking and drawing together

[becauseplot]

i feel i should preface this with saying that this relationship analysis "takes place" before qcellbit's emotional exhaustion and motivation crash---

---but i have been having SUCH crazy thoughts abt the archivists (qcellbit n qphilza). guy who needs evidence of Everything 🤝 guy who takes pictures of and hoards Everything. two-cars-passing-each-other meme whenever cellbit (practically nocturnal at this point) makes a late-night run to the Ordo to grab some notes he left there and bumps into phil (trouble sleeping ever since the birdhouse incident) who's sitting in one of the evidence rooms organizing a new backpack of photos to hand over to cellbit.

"oh. hey phil." "hi mate."

their conversations and interactions center mostly around cellbit's investigations---the ones cellbit lets the public know about, anyway---and whatever new info phil managed to scoop up since the last time they saw each other. theories are exchanged, and photos are passed between them as easily as pleasantries. "how're you doing?" "oh, doin' alright, doin' alright. you?" "eh. busy, you know?"

they don't talk about much else.

see, they both understand secrets. intimately. things you did you would much rather leave behind you, if you can, or thoughts, worries, doubts you would much rather keep to yourself for fear of speaking them into existence. sealed lips; a tight lid. they look at each other and know they're only seeing what the other wants them to see, but that's okay. they get it. sometimes, it's just easier to focus on what is directly in front of you. what you can see, what you can touch; what you know is true, what you know is real.

what you can do.

so cellbit generates and bounces his theories off of phil, and phil is more than happy to be a sounding board. phil fills up a backpack with photographs, and cellbit is more than happy to take it off his hands. they focus on The Work, on the spiderweb of red string and loose ends and grainy pictures and scrawled notes pinned to the wall, madness-incarnate sprawled out before them. they trust each other's judgement, and they trust each other's skills, and they trust each other, and neither asks too many questions. they both appreciate it.

[crossbackpoke-check]

the deweys photos are from this video: https://youtu.be/5xTwJho44ao?si=bPw8MZZ327lCogVZ aren’t they just everything

kissing you and the minnesota wild official media team (with consent) full on the mouth, THANK YOU THIS VIDEO IS EVERYTHING 🥰🥰 i have seen pieces of it before i think (connor petting a shark 🥹) but the entire video start to finish is such a delight, 10/10 would recommend

[redpenship]

almost wrote an essay about my hc about mobian child raising practices and then realized i can write a fic about it instead. rip

[triplehearts]

Drawing scarian isn't enough I need to learn how to write them.

[venomgaia]

Gee, you're quibbling over this and that, one thing or another--

How very cute of you!

[bluebrrytea]

I’m working on designing Dr. Hooves (aka time turner aka dr whooves) into @bixels ‘s 1920’s AU!

I heavily based the design on David Tennant as the 11th doctor, which I think is the one mlp takes inspiration from. In this AU he’s Turkish (bixels’ idea) which I made a really complex background for that I probably will completely scrap.

But! I think he would be from Izmir (because I said so) and his Turkish name would be Dr Ahmed Zaman (in reference to time turner being his earlier name) and when he moves to America, Dr. David Turner or Dr Hoover. He has a PhD in Quantum Physics and is trying to make time travel possible. He moves to Ponyville because it’s easier to track the results of his experiments without disrupting the whole world’s timeline. Meanwhile he will stay under the guise of the local watch repairmen/inventor/general mechanic. Anyway yeah! Just wanted to share what I got so far

[zetsubobu]

I have such a good idea for an au but aaaaa that means actually drawing it which will take so long

being creative with limited motivation/time to draw can be such a curse sometimes

[squonkinaswamp]

childhood best friends to lovers

[novasics]

baseball newt au inspired by the newman prompt fic by @hermannsthumb

[artekai]

Modern AU Dailah ❤️

[themintman]

Petra! I feel kinda like she looks like a fox but.. maned wolves just look like someone tried to draw a fox from memory and fucked up so it fits

She gives of the vibe to me that she was one of those kids who thought she was a werewolf in primary school. Same girlie, same 🫤

[chikoyama]

continued from this | @opalchoi

The corners of her mouth remained uplifted in her usual gentle smile once Chiyori observed Opal-chan reanimate after her display of affection. Chiyori was aware that Opal-chan had a tendency to disconnect from the world, so seeing her zap back to reality like that wasn’t exactly novel, but watching her become flustered was cute regardless. “Oh, I- okay..” she returned, smiling still, though couldn't help but feel a little rejected once the other turned down her offer to help.

When the pinkette proceeded to tumble down — clumsy as usual — Chiyori instinctively took a step backward to not get tangled in her friend’s fall. Her brows arched in half surprise, half concern, and she was about to extend her hand toward her friend, but Opal-chan seemed to be up on her feet again before Chiyori could actually offer her her assistance.

Luckily, though, Opal-chan didn’t seem to be badly hurt, and with a smile of relief, Chiyori mirrored the finger heart gesture. "You know, I'm always here to help you, Opal-chan," she returned before her hand fell back to its natural rest at her side.

Casting her eyes downward, Chiyori considered the question about her day for a moment. “It was… okay,” she shrugged, not sure if there was anything new to bring up. Her day had been as per usual — not really bad, but not amazing either. Studying to become a nurse wasn’t exactly a struggleless journey. Like most things in life, it had its own ups and downs.

Amber eyes landed back on the pinkette once Chiyori remembered why she’d come to visit her friend at the coffee bar today. “Ah, Opal-chan, I saw they offered a good deal on clothes at the mall this week." With both hands holding onto the strap of her bag, Chiyori tilted her head sideways. "Would you have time to go shopping with me one of the coming days?”