#scarfes

[retquits]

save me winter elliott stardew valley... winter elliott stardew valley save me......

[side-eyes]

🐦

[catmask]

good morningggg 20 minute sneasel warmup

[apollos-olives]

guys. guys please listen. i am gently cupping your face as i say this.

the scarf is not "hijab". hijab is not a headscarf. hijab is modesty. it means to cover. the hijab is to cover your body. not just women wear hijab. men have their own hijab too. hijab is the concept of modesty, it does not just refer to a random scarf on your head.

do not call a headscarf a "hijab" for non muslim women who wear them, especially if they are not living a modest lifestyle. hijab is for every person who is muslim, whether it's for a man or a woman or whatever else. it does not refer to the scarf. the scarf is just a small part of what "hijab" is. hijab a concept, not an object.

[toxooz]

also been thinking abt pooki with his cunty scarf💅

if my next drawing post isnt the comic update take me out back and shoot me like a sick dog

[uhhgoodd]

Hand Knitted Crime Scene Caution Tape

[axoqiii]

ng+ doodles and royaltrio

[swiftmitsu]

i dunno about you guys,

but I don’t think they like Ink sneaking into their kitchen in the middle of the night

[zegalba]

[azehearts]

In honor of the clickbait scarf scene and artist! Zuko, WE'RE BACK, BABYYY 😎

I'm a little rusty but yey! An art!

[rann-poisoncage]

[abysmalware]

flowers.

"these were th' best I could find! I know they're a lil' messy but I figured you'd still love 'em."

screw you guys, i'm drawing happy wallmark and you cannot stop me. you fools.

[catmask]

old talk sprites vs new talk sprites

its kind of interesting to see how this guys changed in only a few months time... i like design evolution

[eefaevie]

merry ineffable christmas ❤️

[teddybeartoji]

toji being all bundled up in his winter coat with a pretty green scarf around his neck (that you gifted him btw). his nose is red and his cheeks even redder as he taps his foot on the crunchy snow. he's waiting for you.

with his hands stuffed into his pockets, he hides from the cold bite while eyeing the passersby with furrowed brows, and even though the scarf hides the lower half of his face, you know he's wearing a sort of scowl. it's closer to a pout more than anything, but you won't mention it. his ears perk up at the sound of your voice calling his name and you feel warm at the sight of his face lighting up just a bit. it's cute. it's cute that he's so excited to see you.

he meets you halfway, his hands reaching for you as you close the distance between you. it's a quiet greeting, a very simple 'hi' accompanied by his scarred lips pressing against your temple as you hug him. in his arms, you feel safe. you feel at home. when he pulls away, he takes a second to look at you – the stars in your eyes, the bashful smile on your lips. toji thinks you look pretty as ever.

but his cute little daydream doesn't last.

a gasp makes its way out of the depths of his throat the second your hands cup his face, your frozen fingers sending shivers down his back.

the look on his face makes you giggle and the sound makes him furrow his brows again in return. he clicks his tongue. "you'll freeze to death."

"you'll save me."

he shakes his head with a sigh but takes your hands into his nonetheless. while keeping his, now very determined, eyes on your fingers, he brings them up to his face and gently blows warm air on them.

you hum. "my saviour."

the tips of his ears burn – his nose, his cheeks, but surely it's just because of the cold and because of his teasing lover. surely.

you see the grin he's so desperately trying to hold back and laugh at him once more. "my hero."

he grumbles. "be quiet."

he's still holding your hands, he's still warming them up. there isn't even an inkling of thought about letting you go, about letting your poor little fingers freeze. he will hold onto you for the entirety of the walk that's ahead of you. so he can keep you warm. and not because he so desperately wants to hold your fucking hand. it's not that. no way.

you lean up your toes while intertwining your fingers with his, and with no questions asked, he bends over to close the gap between you again. this is how it works. love.

a pair of cold lips meet the tip of his nose and toji lets his eyes fall shut at the sweet touch. he lets out a relieved sigh, a content one, and savours the way you smile against him. a kiss, and then another. a haste one to his lips before pulling back with that very same grin on your face that he adores so much. the kind of playful one, the one that tells him that you're going to be throw snowballs at him very soon. he loves it.

"are you going to get hot chocolate with me today, toji?"

he lets your glued together hands fall, only for you to start swinging them side to side. he doesn't tell you to stop.

"no."

"liar."

toji rolls his eyes, tonguing at his inner cheek as he does so.

"with marshmallows."

he loves you.

"with marshmallows."

[huariqueje]

Scarf  - Rory Hutton , 2023.

Scottish , b. 1980s