#wip hoard

[boyslit]

more wip. I'm tired and my arms are going to regret this tomorrow.... but babygirl is getting miniskirted 😚👌

[pemprika]

the beginning

[flowerprintundies]

Here it is Ladies and germs, my RE-ANIMATOR itabag update♡♡♡

I am normal about this movie...

detail shots under the cut!!!:

(All reani/herbert except for a secret d-day and Ratchet🤭)

If you have any questions about any of the fanmerch lmk

[meowmeowriley]

Rabbit shifter Ghost likes to be stuff on Soap's hoodie pocket even if he won't fit. Soap ends up getting one of jumpers with a cat pocket to accommodate this.

Maybe a clear bag some cats travel in to keep Ghost contained when needed.

Ghost, being a Flemish Giant, does not fit in Soap's hoodie pocket, to his own dismay. However, when Soap steals a hoodie from Ghost, one that's oversized even on Ghost himself, and has just a huge front pocket, Ghost can't help himself. He shifts mid sprint, after having spotted his favorite hoodie on his favorite Sergeant across the training field. Goes from running full tilt to hopping at the speed of light. A grey streak, cutting the field in half. A missile, lazer guided and target locked. The target: the pocket of that hoodie.

Soap barely has time to brace himself after spotting the gray blur approaching out of the corner of his eye at mach Jesus.

Ghost's aim is true, he leaps, front paws catching the hem of the pocket and pushing it out of the way enough to stuff himself into. His head pops out the far side, ass, and feet stopping him from shooting straight through because he's a thick boy. His momentum, being a 20 pound (10 kilo) ball hurtling towards Soap like a meteor, yanks Soap off balance and he fails wildly and careens forward whilst trying to catch his balance again, so as to not squash his damn Lieutenant.

The soldiers Soap had been lecturing were stunned silent.

Soap had no way of knowing the hoodie he'd stolen was Ghost's designated digging and tunneling hoodie, that he owned it specifically so that he could stuff himself into the pocket. What he did know, now at least, was that he would be stealing this particular hoodie every chance he got.

Soap did not address what had just happened. He straightened back up, cleared his throat, and went back to instructing. Ignoring the rabbit chinning the hem of the pocket, or his hand when he went to pet him.

The soldiers, to their credit, also remained silent about the bunny butt, feet stuck out backwards and tail flashed high, sticking out the other end.

Soap later found himself on Amazon looking at the hoodies designed to carry cats in, desperately checking reviews to make sure they could handle an extra large cat (or in this case, rabbit). He may have ordered himself several of them.

[magnusbae]

The first time they share a bed, actually share, not collapsed after a feverish fucking or exhausted into nothingness after an endless battle, but a real get ready for sleep, bedtime routine and all—Anakin cannot stop moving.

Restless and uncomfortable, he is hyper aware of every dent in the mattress, every ruffle of the sheets. His mind is not numbed by an orgasm or a complete fatigue, instead it's left to boil with awareness, with unrest.

"Anakin." Obi-Wan sounds only a little annoyed. The man is exhausted, Anakin doesn't need their bond to hear that. He is tired and in need for sleep. "What is the matter?" he still finds it within himself to ask, sounding genuine enough, concerned enough.

"Noth—" Anakin begins, and thinks better of it when Obi-Wan's silhouette tenses up, a barely there shift in the shoulders. Tonight is not the night in which he wishes to test his Master's patience, not when they both are so clearly not up for bickering.

Anakin sighs, admitting, with no small amount of embarrassment in his hushed voice "—I usually sleep on the right side…" It's close enough to the truth, he thinks, cheeks warming.

A moment of silence is broken by a muffled and genuinely amused snort. His Master doesn't even pretend it was a cough. He just laughs.

"Oh Anakin." Obi-Wan sighs once his shoulders stop shaking with his silent mirth, sounding painfully affectionate.

"Master! You—" Anakin's protests are cut short by a pair of strong hands, maneuvering him easily to the right side of the bed. Anakin can practically feel the huff of laughter against his neck when he is drawn closer, back pressing snugly against Obi-Wan's chest.

"Better?" his Master purrs against his ear.

Yes. Yes, better.

"Thank you, Master."

The smile in his voice is so obvious, laid bare. He sounds like a besotted fool. With how easily a mere hug could easen all of his uncertainties, lighten all of his concerns— perhaps he is.

"Good." his Master takes it for the answer that it is, pressing his nose against Anakin's nape and exhaling a gentle: "Good night, Dear One".

The wrong side of the bed was the least of Anakin's worries and even that is forgotten in the sleep that soon follows. So easily. He smiles.

[noebego]

can we see your old techno art? i saw you posted a pic of your old csp archive names and a lot of them were techno

here ya go anon these are some of my favorites!!

[squaresyll]

i kinda wanted to do more w this but i'm just callin it here

[wyvernity]

wip posting just to get something out there, and it's def a mixed bag!! the only thing more inconsistent than my posting schedule is my art style RIP

[rambunctioustoons]

[querido-eh-dump]

1/2

[boyslit]

I was a half hour early to my appointment so I sat in a government office waiting room drawing ghey YCH shit

hehe~ 💣💖

[rottentiger-art]

I swear it's a never ending cycle

[mothinflamesdoodles]

Fanart for @sophtopus for her fanfic The Golden Quiche, a very fun ride.

The story takes place on the surface after Frisk completed a pacifist run.

Basically, anime is real, we get to see how modern mages function in modern society and the impact of of monsters resurfacing on the surface world. It’s always fun to read the Undertale cast shenanigans on the surface.

Lot’s of world building, plot twists and fun action packed fights.

P.s. the cast have a lot of skeletons in their closet like multiple ossuaries full of skeletons in their closet.

[meowmeowriley]

Um.. soap bringing dandelions to bun!Ghost?👉👈

Soap would absolutely bring Ghost dandelions.

He frequently brings bundles of weeds and wildflowers, bouquets if you will, to him, or leaves them in vases in his office.

It's always a treat for them both when he brings the big bunny his flowers. Soap loves to see him perk up, he'll let his obnoxiously long ears out (they'll have modified his mask with little holes so he wouldn't have to take it off) and Soap will have to fight not to grab them, or the short fluffy tail he knows is protruding from Ghost's lower back.

Ghost loves a good meal. He's starting to enjoy being taken care of. More than anything though, he loves the faces of anyone who was present when Soap brought him flowers. Because if they don't know he's a rabbit, and he hasn't let his ears out, they're always baffled beyond believe when instead of smelling them he takes a large bite out of them.

Imagine as well, Roach, working away at a dandelion flower crown for each member of the 141, very proud of himself, only to watch on in stunned silence as Ghost removes Soap's crown and starts eating it. No one told him how much rabbits like dandelions.

[causeimanartist]

hey!! i just wanted to tell you that i really love your art! in fact, your batman/dc art was a major part of what got me into dc as a whole (if it wasn't the inciting incident on its own lol)!! i love your bruce in particular—it's hard not to when YOU clearly love him.

wishing you the best in all regards but particularly health, rest, and creativity (those can be hard to come by sometimes)

Aaah thank you so much!! It means so much to me to hear this 💙

[salamispots]

crab friend