#not drawing hurts me physically

[revitalizationrat]

For the ReviSplinter AU: Are we ever gonna see the babies... well... not as babies? All grown up?

Ah- yes, yes absolutely! I actually plan to divide ReviSplinter au into 2 categories: the turtle tots part and turtle teens part,

(Maybe later even some comics with fully grown, adult turtles?)

Both will be going in parallel to each other, If I have any idea for a teen shenanigans, then I'll draw it. If I want to come back to some turtle tots ideas, then so be it

(But first I must think of the designs for the older turtles c:<)

Also if you have any ideas or what you're curious about, feel free to ask,

I'm freestyling this whole idea, so all your sugestions are always welcome :> <33

[tapeworrmart]

Have art block and been playing gta iv so. Niko.

[flowery-laser-blasts]

"Shego, what do you think of my ne--" "No." "..."

This man has been practising his artistic skills ever since 'sick day', only to be called a 'weeb' by his wife. I say he's doing great. 😔

[om0000]

in this household we stand for the flag n kneel for the peeper

static pic ver

[v3nuskae]

What do you guys think they're talking about?

[jubilantmedusa]

Untitled Zukka Hurt/Comfort Ficlet #1 (because practicing drawing means I need to write little mini fics I guess...)

“You’re sick.” Sokka’s voice was as calm as the surface of water on a still night. Not a hint of accusation or contempt. No softness, no sting. Only observation. Reflection.

Zuko took a breath, deep to sooth his limbs that were threatening to shake. “I’m fine.”

Sokka frowned, and Zuko felt a knot form instantly in his stomach. His shivered, vision swimming as he saw the flash of another frown, superimposed. A different frown. Harsh. Sharp.

Sokka’s movements were calm. Fluid. Gentle as he raised his hand to Zuko’s forehead and pressed with just the right amount of pressure. “You have a fever.” Zuko felt his heartbeat pick up as Sokka’s lip began to curl, but as his expression settled Zuko realized that Sokka wasn’t angry, just concerned.

Zuko breathed deeply, pinning his arms to his sides before the other boy could notice that he was shaking now. Only, he must not have been fast enough because Sokka dropped his hand from Zuko’s forehead to grab Zuko’s trembling fingers. 

“Your hands are freezing.” Sokka hand tightened around Zuko’s as he pulled it upwards, pressing it against his mouth. Zuko couldn’t stop his hands from shaking even harder as Sokka’s breath warmed his skin.

—

“I can do that.” Zuko reached to grab his sleeping bag. “I’m fine.” Sokka lifted it over his head like they were kids playing keep away. Zuko huffed, crossing his arms, but let Sokka keep it.

“You’re not fine.” Sokka spread of the blanket. “How long have you been feeling sick?”

“Ugg.” Sokka paused. He looked up, holding  Zuko’s gaze until Zuko finally drawled, two days? maybe three.”

“Three days?!” Zuko felt his pulse quickening again, his shoulders bracing. “Why didn’t you say anything!” Even though Sokka’s voice voice was high he didn’t sound angry. In fact… Sokka’s eyebrows were scrunched, lips pressed thin. “You were training Aang this morning. Zuko, you shouldn’t be bending like that if you’re sick “ Sokka was worried.

“I’m fine.” How many times had Zuko said that now? “It’s just a fever. It’ll go away.”

“I mean, sure it will, if you rest. Can you, uh…” He gestured towards the sleeping bag, laid out and waiting.

“Oh.” It felt awkward to lower himself down when his legs felt so much like jelly, Zuko was sure it wasn’t graceful. But Sokka didn’t say anything, just stood there, eyebrow raised. Waiting. Zuko realized, then, that he was supposed to lay all the way down. So he did, somehow feeling boneless now that he wasn’t holding himself up. 

He blinked as Sokka settled a blanket over to his shoulders. It took Zuko and absurd number of seconds to realize that it was a blue blanket, one of Sokka’s own. Woven. Thick. Soft.

“Comfortable?” Sokka asked. When Zuko met his eyes he smiled.

It was nice, seeing Sokka smile. Zuko wanted to smile back, but he… there was a quivering in his stomach. Not sickness, just… waiting. “I’m fine,” Zukp said. When Sokka raised an eyebrow, he added, “I… feel fine.”

“I doubt that,” Sokka said.

“I do,” Zuko insisted. Yes, his body felt suddenly heavy. And his skin buzzed strange sensitivity that made event he gentlest touch feel like a scratch. But he was lying on his side, on something soft, and he was warm. “I… thank you.”

Sokka shrugged. “I didn’t do much,” he said. “Do you need anything else?”

Zuko thought for a moment. “Water?” He croaked.

“Coming right up, bud.”

Zuko let his eyes close for a moment, just listening to the sound of Sokka’s footsteps as he went back to the packs, the rustling of fabric as he was digging through something. Then there was a feeling, something hard brushing his fingers. Zuko opened his eyes to see a small, green glass. “A Ba Sing Se souvenir cup?”

“It was on sale,” Sokka said, chuckling. “Drink it. It’s medicine.”

“For what?” Zuko asked.

“The fever?” Sokka reminded him. “Do they… umm… not treat fevers in the Fire Nation or something?”

“Of course they do.” Zuko propped himself up just enough to tip the bitter liquid into his mouth before settling down again.

More sounds of shuffling as Sokka lowered himself, and then Zuko felt weight on his back as Sokka pressed into him, a hand settling itself onto his arm. Sokka’s touch was firm, but quiet. Soft. Sweet. “But not yours?” Sokka sounded sad.

Zuko swallowed. He remembered that feeling, tossing and turning as his skin crawled and his stomach churned. Waking up with a sweat drenched face but father still expected Zuko to do his katas. Run through his katas, go to school, sit up straight. There was punishment for slouching, even if he only slouched because he was shivering so hard he couldn’t mind his posture. “We were being trained to rule, Azula and I. Countries don’t stop because you have a cold.”

Sokka didn’t say anything, just started rubbing his arm. 

“You can rest now,” Sokka said after a while. “I can take care of you.”

Take care of him? Zuko tried to remember the last time someone had taken care of him. His Uncle had tried, of course, but Zuko had always pushed him away. He couldn’t let himself be seen that way - weak, sick. So he ignored the quiver in his Uncle’s voice when Iroh spoke to him from the other side of a metal door. And before that… before that his mother would, when father would let her. When Zuko was so sick that she’d block his bed with her body to keep father away, even if it cost her. Then sit with him and fuss his hair back with slender fingers.

“I’ll take good care of you,” Sokka said.

Zuko took a deep breath in. Not a sigh, just a breath, one to fill him up. He could feel his heart starting to race again, but... nicer this time, with Sokka so warm and solid against his back. He let the breath out. Slow. Controlled. Eyes still closed, he whispered, “Okay.”

[nyaskitten]

Heyyyyyy guysssssssies !!!! These are my new Jay and Cole designs I headcanon Cole as black btw which is why I put extra effort into his design and also Jay is the shortest ninja by a lot I headcanon Cole as 5'7 and Jay as 4'7 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

[zrllosyn-art]

I do hope she at least managed to drop by afterwards.

[ressioo]

We need to retake the sunstone tag i think /j

This is also not an attempt to keep adding to your ask pile idk what your talking about

So correct bestie

Here's my contribution <3 <3 <3 <3

[nexadarling]

How it must feel having lived through traumas your body doesn’t show…

My piece for @wwwhumpweek ‘Scars’ This concept was so fun to play with!

[sharkdays]

"That despite having experienced inhuman suffering, she has nonetheless been able to gain the strength to face life."

[zhombiez]

zest fest

(school is getting me busy so enjoy this starscream art for now)

[hagofbolding]

a fun sketch for a ballet-themed draw jam in the Screen Tones @screentonescast Discord! I just wanted to draw these fun poses hehehhhg

[cath-piws]

iiiiiiiiii don’t know what to say except,,, spare me,,,,

(I love them ok)

[ultrabananapudding]

Farm!AU | Clarachel Edition

In which the Marines own a Farm and Rachel, the owner, develops a (very obvious) crush on the local Vet.

Bonus:

[sadghostman]

rick playing on a pink DS Lite <3

ur art style is so good btw!!

yay tysm !!

alt vers cuz im crazy :-)