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#gonna do anon later for it
turned on asks here to. forgot to do that.
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miwtual · 10 months
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im so fucking tired of the disrespect gifmakers get on the gifmaker website
#kai.txt#negativity tw#(sorry these are gonna be a lot of tags. i have a lot of feelings and i dont know where else to put them)#we make gifs and nobody reblogs them#when they do get reblogged all people want to tell you is that your gifs arent good enough to them and rip it to shreds#'you're missing x' 'why didnt you do y' 'if i made this i would have abc' 'hey op ur wrong and this is why' 'i dont like this op'#reposters dont even reblog your fucking gifset but they'll save your gifs to repost later asking for how to do something#that they could have asked you how to do in the fucking first place#we reblog ourselves constantly because nobody else will and maybe to make our work look like it has more notes than it does#to make ourselves feel better about the lack of interaction we're getting#and then when we TALK about this frustration we have. people who are too afraid to say it to our faces#go on anon in our askboxes and tell us how we're somehow selfish for wanting people to interact with the sets#that we spent time on. hours. days. WEEKS in some cases#or we get anons who tell us the reason we dont have notes are because we arent good at gifmaking in the first place#but this is all on anon. because they're too scared to tell it to our faces#they're too scared for us to see that they ARENT a gifmaker and that they dont know how to do it any better either#they dont see us as people doing something we love as a hobby. they see us as content machines that dance like court jesters#im just so fucking tired of the disrespect#and this sentiment goes for more than just gifmakers. graphicmakers. artists. literally any creative hobby shared on this site#we get treated like shit and for what? literally for fucking what.
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canon-gabriel-quotes · 4 months
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wear headphones :)
Wasn't expecting another one of these so soon huh.
Transcript and context under the cut
Transcription: Fuck. Goddammit. K-Ugh. *whimper* Come on...
Context: An inside joke between some people on twitter resulted in them commissioning artists to draw gabe failing at pottery and it became a trend for a bit. This is him voicing that specific scenario
Audio source (Yeah I edited it a little to make it worse. I will not apologize.)
Link to a thread of the pottery fan art. This isn't all of it but this is the only collection I can find to link to. -> Link
If anyone has more that wasn't included here feel free to drop a link in the replies :0
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starflungwaddledee · 2 months
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Oooo starstruck dee has little stars at the bottom of her feet! Are they just aesthetic or would they make imprints into the ground? (like pawprints)
exactly like that! though she's not the only one...
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edit: might need to add some additional dialogue to this to make it more clear, but a clarification in the interim; he knows about his own footprints. he's just surprised to see something similar already there when he knows he's only just landed. he lifts his own shoe to confirm that they're not identical (and also to reveal this to the viewer). seems his stoicism beat off the clarity in this one, sorry 😭
#meta knight#starstruck dee#have had this one sitting around for *months* while i bit my nails on posting it#and then i thought maybe i *shouldn't* during the shipaganza bc it's not a direct prompt; though i do think you can read it that way#and for ~Reasons~ i needed to post this one sooner rather than later so i had to bite the bullet.#though meta knight has understandably been the second most prompted. they do indeed have the Funnest Possible Dynamic for it#stoic guy and the bug eyed little Creature he doesn't really trust as far as he could throw her (long long way)#so just to clarify this one is NOT for the shipaganza but you can read it that way if you want to#this is just a canon scene between them from her storyline. this is just something they canonically share. starry eyed idiots.#also fwiw i think i probably picked up the shoe-patterns for the knights from postitnotes7#been a headcanon in the back of my mind for a long while but i'm pretty sure i osmosis'd it from their work#especially after drawing post's designs so much for the hnkss. i temporarily forgot how i used to draw their armour ngl#and also btw starstruck deetectives psspsps#i'm planning a much better post about this later (probably in march) but i'm going to start using this tag for Important Posts for y'all#🎀🔍#<- for the starstruck deetectives when there's something significant in the post.#i worry about making it 'too easy' but also want stuff to be accessible. it's just for fun? the OC lore game! ARG but it's just my oc.#that would be fun right? maybe? is that too indulgent? i could probably pull it off if folks were actually interested enough to participate#anyway!! go to bed starflung#also if you read this far: anon is open again! still open for shipaganza prompts but i'm not gonna be finished them in february 😂
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familyvideostevie · 2 years
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Hi there! Have you done #7 with Eddie?
i have not! and now here i am turning this into smut (fem!reader) :) so, 18+ please!
forehead against forehead __ "You okay?" Eddie asks, voice cracking a bit. He presses his forehead to yours as you both breathe. His room smells like cigarettes and popcorn and sex.
"Gimme a second," you pant. Your hands are shoved into his hair, curls tugging beneath your fingers and your ankles rest on the small of his back. One of his ringed hands grips your thigh, hiking your leg up as he settles against you, inside you.
"Just a bit more." He breathes out carefully, trying not to shift much. His bare chest is sweaty against yours, guitar pick settling on your clavicle. "If you can take it."
"I can take it, Eddie," you groan, squeezing his hips with your knees. The pressure makes him hiss. "Don't be annoying."
"I'm always annoying, baby." He rubs your noses together before dipping down to kiss you gently, almost too sweet for someone whose thumb runs across one of your pebbled nipples at the same time. You give his hair a tug and he takes that as a sign to keep going, pushing into you all the way. The stretch rips a sound from you that's somewhere between a keen and a sob.
"Fuck," he moans into your mouth. "Doin' so good. Took it all."
You tug on his hair again. "Now fuck me, pretty boy." You clench around him and he practically growls, the hand on your breast moving to your hip with a bruising intensity as he starts to pull out and push back into you, the sound of your skin slapping filling the room. Your back arches and you close your eyes, the fullness almost too much.
"Hey," Eddie grunts. "Eyes open, baby, remember?" You crack your lids as he leans down again, sweaty forehead moving against yours with every thrust. You're not so much kissing as panting into each other's mouths. It's all spit and teeth, slick lips and wild tongues.
"Eddie," you pant. "I need--"
"Gonna take care of you," he says, hand already releasing your hip and traveling up your body roughly until he presents you with his thumb. You practically lunge for it, tongue swirling desperately before he pulls it away with a pop and a curse. "How do you look so hot doing that?" You laugh but his cock brushes the spot inside of you that makes all coherent thought a thing of the past.
"Almost there, sweetheart," Eddie says. "You gonna come for me?" He uses his spit-slick thumb to rub at your clit mercilessly, sloppily, but it does the trick. You've been close for ages from his fingers, his mouth, and his punishing pace is taking you right to the edge.
"I'm--" Eddie silences your moans with his mouth, swallowing them as he fucks you through your climax. His hips stutter, the rhythm lost to lust as he finishes while you pulse around him.
"Fuck me," Eddie moans, barely holding himself above you as you both pant. You can still feel him inside you.
"If you ask nicely," you reply, brain fuzzy and skin hot all over. Eddie just laughs and plants a kiss on your forehead.
"That's my girl."
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floweroflaurelin · 6 months
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wait you said you did an animatic on your main blog! is that for traffic series’s, is it posted here?
Oh right yes I was meaning to mention this here!! Thank you ahaha
Okay so YES! I did do an animatic, it’s for Empires SMP! No it’s not posted here yet because I am kind of unsure about what do with it… Let me explain.
Over the summer I had to do a big project for school, and it was entirely self-directed with no supervision. That meant it had to be about something I’m Really Passionate About to make sure that it would actually get done. So naturally I chose Empires! I got in touch with Pixlriffs and got his permission to use his audio for a school project (he said yes, thank you Pix <3) and then, audio in hand, went nuts and roughly storyboarded out 8min of an animatic in a single night.
When getting the project approved I told the professor, “hi I am going to do an 8 minute full colour animatic in two months while taking a full course load of classes” and he said
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So the plan became to begrudgingly take a 2-3 minute excerpt of the audio and just do that for the class. And I did! And it slapped!! Full colour, rendered paintings you know and love from floweroflaurelin, except they’re moving a little bit. And Pixlriffs is there talking.
I figured at the time that once the semester was over I would paint the other 6 minutes of the animatic on my own time!! How hard could that be, right?? Except Things Kept Happening With School, and once it was over I was moving to a new place and getting sick and Tango’s desk mat took priority, and suddenly it’s over a month later with Do Those Other Six Minutes still on my to-do list.
The real kicker was that one of the Things That Happened With School resulted in me not getting feedback on the project—the teacher wasn’t able to really look at it. I got a grade, but a series of ridiculous circumstances meant that all that work was only briefly glanced at and a grade hastily entered, which was frustrating and resulted in me resenting the project a bit, since I worked hard on something I loved and it got no appreciation at all.
I’d love to share it with people who would appreciate it, which is to say, other fans!! But the thing is—as much as I want it to be Done the way I intended when I storyboarded it out initially, I won’t have the time to paint those six minutes any time soon: Huevember is in a couple weeks, and that’s a big commitment! But in my mind it’s not a complete project unless it’s a Complete Project. So I’ll put the question to you:
So yeah let me know! I’m still pretty busy but either way I want to revisit the animatic, either to paint more frames or to get it prepped for posting (something I’m not sure how to do yet).
(Also good news about Things Happening With School: I graduated yesterday!! Bachelors degree with honours, baby! Maybe now that school is behind me I can turn a new page where that project gets shared 😆)
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oifaaa · 1 year
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It’s a shame Tim isn’t going to be in the baby Damian au. Because Tim competing and losing to a 6 year old who is everyone’s favorite is really funny. Imagine being Robin, thinking you’re the coolest kid every and Nightwing like 7 year old better then you. The elementary schooler has high security clearance then most of the batfamily.
You say this like canon wasn't a 16 year old boy losing constantly to a 9 year old child isn't that embarrassing enough for Tim
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definitelynotshouting · 4 months
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It's 2am in the airport and im bored how's ur day been? :D
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Omg hello sun anon!!! I hope the airport is tolerable for you, gods thats early 😭😭😭😭 dont look at my hypocritical sleep schedule when i say this tho lol
Its about 9am for me rn and im about to wake up ye residents evil™ for presents, also last night i managed to write a 1.5k scarian fluff fic so if all goes well i'll be posting that tomorrow for yall >:]
A crumb of dialogue for your boredom woes, my friend:
Grian sighs; it's Scar's point, now, and they both know it. "Can we at least move closer to the fire?" he complains. "Well, I don't know, we'll have to ask Queen Jellie over there for her opinion." Scar politely directs his next question to her, projecting his voice so it curls around the chair like smoke. "Miss Jellie, can we come sit by the fire?" Jellie's tail flicks, an idle, irritated motion. After a moment, she yawns again, then tucks her head under her paws. "I think that's rather conclusive, don't you?" Scar asks Grian. "I think you're being ridiculous," Grian replies dryly, "and I'm shocked you aren't taking this opportunity to pet your cat." The gasp Scar sucks in is one of sheer, mock horror. "I do believe you're right, Grian! I can't believe that slipped my mind. I can't let my sweet baby Jellie go unpet— let's move, come on, up you go."
Other than that tho i have nothing going on, just a chill day :] my household is very relaxed abt holidays generally; our tradition is that we have a charcuterie board every xmas, so we've got a good spread of cheeses for that this year, including a bellavitano espresso that im VERY fond of. No red dragon tho, which is my favorite 😔😔😔😔 (can u tell i love cheese skdbskdnns) but we preserve<3 /silly
But yeah!! Relaxed day, chill vibes, and i hope i can send some of that your way to the airport!!! May your flight go smoothly and your travels remain easy, i hope u have a good day today and that the boredom abates!!!
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skyloftian-nutcase · 11 months
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I sort of work in healthcare (not medically certified but I have a position in a nursing home) and idk what code this would be for a hospital (if there even is one) but how would the healthcare boys handle a code being called for a missing patient?
(@hermitdrabbles56)
Legend sighed, blowing some stray hair out of his face as he tapped his fingers on the desk. It was a fairly slow night in the ED, a pleasant surprise, though it made time practically crawl.
Legend had helped the tech restock all the supply carts in his pod, had reread all the notes in his patient’s charts, and still found himself with four hours of his shift left. He had two patients, one of whom was just waiting on lab results and the other was getting admitted and was waiting on a bed. He had absolutely nothing to do.
So when an alert popped up on the computer screen, he perked up with interest. He wondered if there was a fire alarm in a nearby building that has been activated. Instead, he saw security walking briskly, and he looked back at the screen with a little unease.
“Elopement?” He read out loud.
“Looks like,” Warriors commented as he came up beside him. “Came from 6 central, male in his twenties, brown hair, facial tattoos—”
Warriors stopped mid sentence, frowning. The realization dawned on him just as Legend jumped to his feet.
“That’s Twilight!”
The pair nearly tore out of the ED, asking a fellow nurse to watch their patients and making their way to the elevators. Legend was texting Twilight furiously while Wars updated everyone else who was at work.
Wild answered first. Wait the elopement is Twi?? Wth??? I’ll search the basement
“What is he thinking? It’s three in the damn morning!” Legend muttered to himself before yelping as he rounded a corner and slammed right into someone.
Twilight stumbled back unsteadily, throwing a hand out to catch himself. Warriors hastily jumped forward, catching their friend by the hand and guiding him to the floor. Legend reoriented and immmediately opened his mouth to snap at the tech-turned-patient when he got a good look at him.
Twilight was in a pair of pajama bottoms and his hospital gown, eyes glazed with confusion and bags sitting heavily underneath them. Legend knew his friend hadn’t been sleeping well during his hospital stay after his emergent appendectomy, but—
“Need to go home,” Twilight muttered.
“He’s freaking delirious,” the travel nurse groaned as Warriors put a steadying hand on Twi’s shoulder.
“We’ll help you, okay?” the war veteran said gently with a smile. “Let’s get up.”
As Warriors tried to help Twilight to stand, the tech jerked all of a sudden, landing a solid punch right to the nurse’s jaw. Warriors grunted, falling backwards as Legend yelled.
“What the hell Twi, calm down! It’s us!”
Twilight’s eyes were crazed now, and his breathing picked up exponentially before he stood and started to back away. Legend crouched by Warriors to check on him, and the latter waved him off with a groan.
“I’m okay,” he slurred as he rubbed his jaw. “Good grief he can throw a punch.”
“Twilight, you’re safe,” Legend tried to appease their friend as he hovered near Warriors protectively. “It’s us, Legend and Wars, your friends. You’re in the hospital.”
“Need to go home,” Twilight insisted.
“Twilight?”
Legend and Warriors looked behind their confused brother to see Time paused by the elevator.
“He’s delirious,” Warriors said before flinching.
“Shut your trap until I can get some ice on it,” Legend hushed him before continuing, “He’s confused and ran out of his unit and he hit Wars.”
Time stared at Twilight for a moment as the latter started to stumble in another direction, not noticing them anymore. The surgeon slipped easily into his path without touching him.
“Hey Link,” he greeted gently. “You want to go home?”
“Home,” Twilight insisted anxiously.
“Okay,” Time appeased. “Let’s take you home. Can you follow me home?”
When Legend rose to help, Time shook his head. “Look after Warriors.”
Warriors rolled his eyes. “He only punched me once. I’m fine.”
“How is it we get abused so much that we say stuff like that?” Legend moaned, rubbing his face in frustration. “I’ll take care of him, old man. Just don’t let Twi land a hit on you.”
As Legend helped Warriors stand, Time coaxed Twilight into an elevator. The young man paced the confined space uneasily, sometimes rounding on Time as if he had just noticed him. Time gave a reassuring smile and a gentle reminder each time. When they reached the sixth floor, the surgeon carefully guided the younger man down the hallway.
Twilight stopped just short of the doors. “I need to go home.”
“I’ll take you there,” Time reminded him for the eighth time. “It’s okay. You’re safe, Link.”
Twilight shifted uncomfortably before he looked at Time closely.
And then he randomly burst into tears, catching the surgeon off guard.
“Twilight—”
“Pa,” Twilight called pathetically, his voice shaking. “I—home—they said—where—”
Time stood there awkwardly for a moment, unsure what to do. He was nervous to get too close given what had happened to Warriors, and his interactions with patients was never when they were so delirious.
Maybe he should have let the nurses come along. They were better suited to handle this.
The surgeon shook his head. He could handle a delirious patient, especially Twilight.
Most especially because of the title he’d just called him.
Taking a breath and feeling his heart flutter with both warmth and anxiety, he stepped forward and held out a hand. “It’s okay, Link, I’m here.”
Twilight sniffled, stumbling into Time and disregarding his hand entirely. Time caught the boy with sharp reflexes and a surprised grunt before settling into a hug, whispering, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here.”
They stood there together a moment, Time gently rocking them both as he spoke reassurances into his boy’s hair. Then, Twilight abruptly stumbled away, his tear stained face and puffy cheeks twisting in fright.
“There’s—he said to—someone’s in the corner—”
“Nobody’s in the corner, Link,” Time assured him. “It’s just you and me.”
After pointing out that no one else was nearby, and reminding him that they were going to bed at least twice, Time finally managed to convince Twilight to enter into the unit where his room was. His nurse immediately came forward alongside the charge nurse.
“I think he could use a sedative,” Time said with a smile.
“No kidding,” the frazzled looking nurse muttered. “LIP already put in for one. We’re working on getting a sitter but nobody’s available.”
Time shrugged as everyone coaxed Twilight back to bed. “I can stay with him.”
As the nurse brought him some supplies to keep himself occupied, he watched Twilight attempt to get out of bed again, setting off the bed’s alarm. He stood quickly as the nurse rushed in after having just left, and he coaxed the young man to settle once more.
After finally getting some ramelteon and seroquel, Time watched Twilight twist and turn in the bed and gently redirected his hands when he picked precariously at an IV.
Twilight glanced at him, and for a moment he looked like he recognized him. Then he reached out towards the surgeon, about to get up and set off the alarm again. Time stepped forward hastily, taking Twilight's outstretched hands in his own.
“You’re okay,” he said softly, stroking his boy’s fingers with his thumbs.
“W’nna go home,” Twilight whined sleepily.
Time watched him a moment longer and then sighed, bringing down the side rail of the bed so he could slip into it. Twilight moved over for a moment and then dazedly settled halfway on top of the surgeon, making him chuckle. After raising the railing once more, Time wrapped them both in blankets, holding Twilight close.
To think the kid could have gotten worse, to think his appendix could have burst, he could have gotten septic and died, all because he was too stubborn to come in until Wild called for help because he couldn’t carry him to a car.
Couldn’t carry him out of that hell hole the pair currently lived in.
“W’nna… home…” Twilight muttered sleepily, his breath tickling Time’s neck.
“Don’t worry,” Time soothed, rubbing his back. “I’ll take you home.”
To a real home, one without roaches, one without safety concerns, one with warm soft beds and food and animals that he loved so dearly. Twilight and Wild and their puppy were never going back to that motel.
“I’ll take you home,” he repeated as Twilight finally settled to sleep.
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tangledinink · 9 months
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Are you ok after the newest Cass update??
aw jeez.
.... im gonna finish the silly thing im drawing nad post that. and THEN ill... read it....
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percabeth4life · 6 months
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Percy reads up on Thanatos, just goes better safe than sorry ig, idk how he feels about my weekly-at-best near death experiences, while Thanatos is absolutely delighted about his adorable demigodly friend, who keeps giving him offerings for literally no reason but is rather consistent in them, meanwhile Poseidon is 100% sure Percy is sassing DEATH, Son WHYY and Hades finally gets some damn entertainment over Thanatos&Poseidon both ranting to him, about percy, in very different understandings of the situation at hand
Percy is carefully studying the beliefs and myths of Thanatos, Thanatos is delighted. He has a new best friend. Poseidon is so stressed, he needs a drink.
Poseidon is this close to outright threatening Thanatos and Hades is just getting both of these sides and actually investigating and trying not to cackle, he clears nothing up.
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ask-mark-stuff · 2 months
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I once left 23+ asks in this box and I haven’t seen them all
Sorry kids! Me and Mark are a little busy with our lessons and activities sometimes, so we don't really get to answer everything quickly!
Yeah..we love every ask though! :}
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mariatesstruther · 7 months
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When Joel’s settled in and he and Maria are on their way to becoming best friends, they dedicate their free time to teasing Tommy whenever they can. Joel tells her all the embarrassing stories from when Tommy was younger that he was too embarrassed to tell his wife, and Maria tells him stories from more recent, like how he embarrassed himself when he started flirting with her.
Also, Joel totally makes joking comments like ‘Tommy, you’re just lucky you met her first’
okay anon. bestie. i literally screamed at this it is 7 am and i at squealing like a pig in my bedroom rn because YES. JOEL FLIRTING WITH MARIA TO BOTHER TOMMY?? FUCK YES. so so so funny to me
i tried to write a little fic to show how similar and funny joel and maria would be together regarding teasing or chewing out tommy, and anon because this gave me joy, i hope i can return the favor with this!
this is what i’d imagine it would be like if both joel and maria had to deal with an injured tommy:
“Tommy goddamn Miller!” Joel bellows, because of fuckin’ course he does. Goddamn drama queen.
“Oh, here we go.”
“Did I not tell you five times, you stupid goddamn idiot, that the Davis’s fuckin’ roof was too unstable for us to fix?”
“Joel, I know. I got a broken fuckin’ leg here already. You really don’t need to—“
“And did I not repeat myself three times when I said I think we should wait on fixing the leak until we can find a way to reinforce the structure?”
“…”
“Well?”
“…”
“Did I not say that three fuckin’ times, Tommy?”
“Apparently you did, Joel.”
“Then why don’t you go on and explain to me, God, and all the nurses in here why in the hell you would decide to just mosey on up there anyways?”
“I wasn’t trying to—! I thought I coul—,”
“You thought you could? You thought you could, right, okay. Do you remember when you thought you could jump off of the Dillon’s roof, drunk off your ass at your graduation party?”
“It was into their pool!”
“It was stupid, is what is was. You had three compound fractures, Tommy. You got a fuckin’ concussion —I’m not arguing about that again, for fuck’s sake.”
“You brought it up.”
“Tommy.”
“What?”
“Tommy.”
“Okay, okay! M’Sorry, sorry, geez! I thought I could at least get high enough to see what needed repairing from the top without getting too close to the weak spot, okay? How was I supposed to know the whole goddamn roof would come down?”
“I fuckin’ told you I thought the roof might come down yesterday, Tommy.”
“Oh, really? You did? How many times?”
Joel gave him a flat look. “You’re not funny.”
“My niece would beg to differ. Where is she, anyway?”
“Still out cleanin’ the stables with Jesse and Dina. Should be here soon, though. I asked a nurse to find her and tell her to meet us here.”
“Oh, come on, Joel, don’t! That’s just gonna worry her! I’m fine!”
“You’re in an infirmary bed, Tommy, with a broken goddamn leg. You ain’t fuckin’ fine.”
“Yeah, well, the Dillon’s pool was way worse.”
“Wha—No it wasn’t! Either way, you shouldn’t have fuckin’—I am not gonna argue with you about that again—,”
“Tommy Miller!” Maria’s voice, a dangerous mixed of urgently worried and pissed off, interrupts Joel’s ranting.
“Shit,” Tommy mumbles once, just before she comes in. Joel smirks pointedly at him, which he chooses to ignore. He tries his best to give her a charming smile, the one that usually works to at least soften her up a bit. “Uh, hey Hone—“
“Don’t fucking hey Honey me, you fuckin’ Miller! You fell through a goddamn roof?”
“No! Or, er—not really. Kind of.”
“What the fuck do you mean, kind of?”
“Well, first off, I’m completely oka—“
“You have a broken leg, Tommy.”
“Shut up, Joel, I’m mostly fine—,”
“What happened?” Maria interrupts them again.
“Well. Technically, uh—,”
“Technically he fell off the roof, ma’am. Piece he was usin’ to climb up wasn’t stable, so he slipped. Slid straight off it, I heard—,”
“Fuck off, Joel.”
“Which is actually worse for you than falling straight down, I think. Technically.”
“I swear to God, Joel, you better shut your stupid mouth, or I’ll—,”
“Or you’ll what? What’re you gonna do, roundhouse kick me on one leg?”
“I’ll kick you somewhere, that’s for fuckin’ sure—,”
“Boys,” Maria stopped them.
“Sorry,” they both mumbled sheepishly.
Maria just closed her eyes, heaving out a sigh and putting her face in her hands.
Tommy grimaced at her rare show of stress. She often didn’t like letting anyone see her worry, not even him and Joel, despite how close the three have become. “Really, baby. It’s okay. I’m just fine.”
“It’s okay, I’m just fine,” she mocks sarcastically, accent at all. It makes Joel laugh, as always, which at least brings a small smile to her fact. “Tommy. You’re in a hospital bed with a broken leg, and Esther just told me you might have a concussion. You’re not fine.”
Joel gives him a pointed look at the repeat of his own words from earlier, and Tommy has to resist sticking out his tounge. Still, he can’t quite bring himself to complain about their smothering—not in the face of this much love. He shuts up and accepts it.
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buwheal · 2 hours
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I'm sorry, Spamton. I know you won't believe me, but I'm sorry we hurt you.
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itty-bitty-sunshine · 1 month
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I know this is random but reading your blog and seeing your art made me so motivated I made my 1st animation ever (not counting pixel art ones), after not drawing digitally in months and it looks kinda basic and it isn't colored but I made it and I'm really happy with it so I guess what I'm trying to say is thank you for motivating me to make digital art again! I hope you have a wonderful day/night :)
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MKJSJWJW HI!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TELLING ME THATS GREAT!!! Animatics need time and patience so the fact you went straight for it is so cool!!!! I bet it looks lovely!
Hope you have the greatest day/night too!
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ftm-udders · 1 month
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Oh no, they'll break you? That'd be sooo bad for an empty-headed cow like you! Just rub your tits and I'll help you take them, don't worry <3
hehe yeah it'd just be so terrible if the eggs ruined my boycunt. but okay! i trust you, i'll rub my tits like a good cow so i can take them <3
i'll probably end up mooing a lot when it starts stretching me out though hehe
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