#this inaccurate but oh well

[beabees]

arthur fans: i love arthur, he is sensitive and caring and he writes and draws in his little journal and hums little melodies from time to time, his story is incredible and his moral evolution shows how people can change despite everything🥺

john fans: look at his scrawny bitch ass, he’s a SLUT and he takes it UP the ASS, i hope he fucking drowns

[tacit-semantics]

Fuck it. Crochet cartilaginous stingray skeleton

[actualori]

in honour of flower husbands winning i drew my favourite fh au created by @thetomorrowshow

[toastwithahat]

More doodles cause these are actually really fun

Anyways, I’m also thinking about posting on Twitter aswell but I’m unsure cause so many cool SC artists are there

[peonycats]

pov: the two most annoying people ever argue in front of you

[reineydraws]

wanted: marine hunter takanome mihawk

[velosoraptor94]

In which Ringo finds another family of tanuki and introduces them to Mizu.

[jeeaark]

do you have any screenshots of greyg ingame? it's rlly fun to see how tavs look vs. how they're drawn :o

You're in luck! Had to grab some armor refs a short time ago, so ye!

(Always wondered if anyone was curious about Greyg's actual appearance, ahaha)

So Here's Greygold in all their Grey and Gold Glory~

Have some micro-expressions of Greygold too.

Furrowed-Frowny-Face Greygold (90% their expression):

Lae'zel got drenched in blood due to fighting a few (not nice) people to get dat sweet crisp lighting for the picture (surprisingly a lot of bad lighting around here).

Pondering-Pout Greygold:

Talking-to-Lae'zel Face:

And Up Close Faces~:

[free-moon-delivery]

firefly doodle

[legally-allowed-to-slime]

It was damp.

The wind blew her stomach into a hollow carcass, rib cage like thin and lonely bones in the desert. A limp, dead glow from the anglerfish took the place of any twinkling stars, and two fish circled her lighthouse in a silent and eternal dance.

Gem shivered and allowed a fixed smile to materialise.

She could feel it, tingling in her bones every time she stepped on a dock or flicked out a rod, running through her in unsteady cracks that spread into flashes.

Electricity and water didn’t mix. Rather, they mixed too well, and she had a feeling she was the conductor of this jumbled orchestra.

Her skin felt numb, night air stinging her. Even Grian had advised her against staying up for nights on end, at least not to the point where her flesh felt like ice even in broad daylight. And the man himself had casted his rod thousands of times in just weeks.

She had to admit it was taking its toll on her.

Trembling, Gem grabbed her rod, moving methodically, like she was the dead left alive. Her heart rumbled around, refusing to give her relief. She felt suffocated. Need air.

Need water.

She gasped, and clung onto the railing to stabilise herself, lungs twisting in pain. Gem grabbed the canteen at her side and exhaled in frustration after finding it empty.

Something lurking inside, spurring her on made her lean over the side of the boat and scoop up the seawater, bringing the canteen to her mouth in one fluid motion, before gulping the whole thing down. It didn’t taste salty. Just refreshing.

Um. Okay.

The air was cold.

Gem forced herself to relax and began to pull up the net, the seawater that dampened the ropes warming her hands. The water sloshed and creaked around the hull.

There was a sudden splash a few feet away, and she startled, watching the spot carefully. A purposefully moving shade rippled in the waves and disappeared.

She’d been seeing more of those recently, though she wasn’t sure if it was just sleep deprivation-induced hallucinations, or a trick of the dark. Maybe it was both.

Gem gripped the sword at her waist, waiting for any signs of disturbance.

The clouds creeped across the horizon.

Silence. Nothing but the ocean glinting under the muted moonlight.

A minute passed, then another. She started to relax. Maybe the fishing really was just getting to her head—

—was what she was thinking, as something, some thing’s gaping jaw revealed too many teeth growing from slimy gums, grey and green and every other colour on the spectrum and beyond fading into an abyss that threatened to consume. She couldn’t see anything, blindness taking over her, erasing everything that ever existed.

Gem bit her tongue so hard she tasted iron. Hands shaking, she barely managed to fumble her sword out and blindly swung it, shutting her eyes so she wouldn’t have to see anything as she died.

The thing growled, and Gem’s feet were glued to the deck.

Silence hung in the air, time agonisingly ticking.

Then there was a low swish, a shake, a splash, and then nothing.

A soft drizzle started, pattering onto the water’s surface and settling on her shoulders.

Gem forced herself to pry her eyes open. The water crinkled innocently at her, and somehow, she had the feeling she’d been let go.

(For now.)

The ocean rocked beneath her, and not too far away, lightning struck.

[peace-sells-but-im-buying]

*Shuffles in and drops these off*

[stanpinesfan0410]

forgor to post some of these on here,..,,,,

eat up, barely-existant tuyy fandom 😋

[ego-osbourne]

Sleepy Reading

Daedra don’t need to sleep. Many find the concept terrifying, and never do; it’s too close of a feeling to being mortally wounded and being dormant as your body reforms in Oblivion. Because of this, most Daedra have nightmares when trying to sleep. However, if one can push past the first few attempts, they might find sleeping to be very beneficial and even fun, in a relaxing sort of way.

Rakell is one of these Daedra. In fact, he encourages sleeping so much that he’s developed his own sleeping schedule, much like a mortal would. He can go three days without sleep comfortably, and rests for 10 hours at a time.

Velehk is not as much of a sleep connoisseur as his partner. He has been able to get past the nightmares and take a few cat naps in the past, but never developed any sort of schedule, and prefers to go without sleep. However, the closer Rakell and Velehk get, the more appealing snuggling up and snoozing for a while sounds. While working up to that process, Velehk instead finds himself reading while Rakell snores away, finding it to be a great time to catch up on his favorite series when a busy mind would have normally kept him away from the pages.

So, with a beloved book in hand, laying comfortably in bed, with a soft furnace of a man at his side, the night seems rather perfect for Velehk… if only this text didn’t leave off on a cliffhanger! How will Clarice discover who her sister is now??

[awweshuuks]

Me just relaxing(I'm not) with the thought that Steves mom died by getting shot when he was near or with her as a kid and that's the reason why after dally got shot he put his hands up and sobbed. (ofc he and Dally were friends but yk)

Oh and that Soda and Evie are the only ones who ACTUALLY know about it :3

[answerguiltygear]

nsfw

[wildwood-faun]

more spring walkies! feat. some adorable piggies.