#this was fun aaaa

[oakaiarts]

marcille’s room

[hiekka]

cleaning out my sketch closets, did this a while a go when I just wanted to draw these two in something fun

[amphibianaday]

day 1758

I HAD THE SURGERY TODAY

there's a few days of art queued but if i ahven't recovered enough to draw when it runs out we'll have a short break until i can draw again!! you'll find out in a few days when the queue runs out or doesn't :D

[artianwen]

[ devo - puppet boy ]

"living my life under this pressure ... demanding the results that you want ...

and now you're all branding me a failure?"

[pnfc]

assorted bits from historical australia au that was inspired by an old textpost. and also by 1800s naturalist lit on platypuses and other fauna

something like: charlene cajoled roger into letting heinz have a light sentence and he ultimately takes up naturalist studies. but ultimately he doesnt get credited for any of his work, and ends up unanimously blacklisted from the research community for being too much of a freak. like theyve all already figured out the secrets of the platypus but he's hung up on one particular specimen and refuses to kill him or any others to send back home for further dissection, what's up with that?

[starrypawu]

some chodark but with the faces !!!!!

[darlingwriter]

💫🎀 with Ghost? Like he gets all tipsy and lovey. I honestly see this man as a lovesick puppy once you give him a lil bit of attention

Also if you’re keeping track of anons can I be 🧃anon?

a/n: okay first of all you're absolutely correct and you should say it. secondly, i've never had to track anons before and i'm actually so honoured! you can totally be 🧃 anon! 💗

fic: gn!reader x simon "ghost" riley tags: fluff warnings: none wordcount: under 1k

Strictly speaking, you and Simon really aren’t supposed to be sharing quarters. You’re definitely violating at least a dozen regulations by spending almost every night in his bed. Then again, not many people are willing to argue with a six-foot-three man in a skull mask, so strictly speaking has never really been an issue.

No, the only issue is that it’s almost ten and he’s not back from drinks with Soap and Gaz yet and you’re deeply regretting not going with him because, as it turns out, hanging out in this apartment all by yourself is, big surprise, actually pretty fucking boring.

It feels like a millennium passes by in the confines of the white walls before you at last hear a familiar knock at the door.

Setting down your book, you unfold yourself from the nest of blankets and pillows on the couch, already mourning the loss of warmth as you shuffle across a cold hardwood floor to let the lieutenant in, one quilt still wrapped loosely around your shoulders, trailing behind you as you reach for the latch.

Simon’s pulling you into a hug almost the second you open the door, burying a fabric-covered face against your hair.

“You’re late,” you mumble into his chest, in an unsuccessful attempt to sound scolding.

“I know, ‘m sorry, lovely, cab took fuckin’ forever.” He shoves the door shut behind him. Leans back against it. “Ended up standin’ in the rain for ‘bout an hour.” He strips off a damp jacket. Pulls off his mask, revealing stubble and scars and a smile. “Missed you th’ whole time.”

“Sappy bastard.”

“Mmph.” The scent of bourbon whiskey still lingers on his skin, warm and a little smokey. He wraps the blanket — which has been slowly slipping off over the course of the exchange — back around you. “You like it.” You scoff and roll your eyes, and he cups your face with his hands and grins. “You’re cute.”

“You’re drunk,” you protest through squished cheeks.

“M’right, though.” He chuckles. Pulls you close again. Sinks down onto the couch, and you’re pulled down with him, his thick arms wrapped around you protectively as he rests his chin atop your head.

“Simon.”

“Lovely.”

“Breathing.”

“Not important,” he murmurs.

You sigh in defeat. Melt into the embrace. “You’re warm.” The words are muffled against his neck. Simon hums in acknowledgement. Presses a soft kiss against your temple.

“You too, lovely.”

[halichor]

The initial plan was to do some study sketches but whoops my hand slipped

[toucheholland23]

A proper beautiful Dawn for @head-in-the-icloud , as promised 😌💖

[blairaptor]

Crosshair and Echo acting like me with my brother

[l0nari]

tsundere blacksmith with biceps ❤️

[drippywing]

Wings of Fire in Spore - Part 1: Rainwings

[samgatinho]

I’m sorry. I’ll see you again. I think. I hope.

wearing thin by @sparxwrites

[citroncynique]

MIKU MIKU 69 LA TRIK WELCOME TO LYON MES PELOS

I hopped in on the international/regional/whatever miku trend on twt and made one for my city!!

[canisalbus]

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[2aceofspades]

Number One - Feat. Lena Wan Woods

Final piece 💙✨~

Original piece 💙✨~

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