#not my finest work

[emry-stars-art]

Hiii emryy I saw your absolutely adorable chibis and only after a while did I realise that people could ask for prompts because I was so fixated on how cute they are!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Sooo I've looked at the prompts and I immediately thought about andrew kissing neils scars in number 6 (possibly royal au? 👀✨) I wish u a lovely day :)

You were so nice about the chibis and then I went and did my usual style for this one, Im so sorry 😭 but hear me out:

(That’s it, this is my argument)

Requests are open until the end of Dec’ 23 💕

#treat to me #I wanted to draw soft andreil moments and at first I was focused on the mers #but then I remembered this request #thank you you’re always so sweet #🥰 #I’ll admit #not my finest work #but I don’t totally dislike it #so yayyy #fan art #my art #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #asks #royal au #mistletoe ask #requests

[sailormoonsub]

Twitter X just reminded me that my first post was NINE YEARS AGO brb crumbling into dust!!

#not my finest work

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

I have a headache and Ive got to say, Im not being very brave about it

#not my finest work #not turtles

[therummonster]

Your move Rum got anymore memes :>

this time it took a bit longer to find some

Sterling {or silvia}

{notes: i was trying to find a specific meme of a wizard casting trans ray on some poor unsuspecting fool. if you find it, let me know.}

Alexis

Dresden

Ulitus

#popcrossstudios #sterling engeal #alexis jones #dresden oakland #ulitus #not my finest work #maybe i'll update this some time.

[ask-azurearts]

Skytober Days 7 + 8 - Sky Kids and Tea Party

I had many ideas drawn for day 7 but none really clicked and before I knew it I had to draw for day 8..so I just mashed 'em together.

#skytober2022 #skytober sky kids #skytober tea party #sky children of the light #sky cotl #not my finest work #it's a bit rushed and messy since so many wips were made in the effort for one day #hweugh

[w1tchcr4ftt]

Im thinking abt what to do w/ all my low effort regretevator sketches... i might make actually well mare lineart designs with all my in tact head canons and better made characters idk what do you think guys?

#I really wanna redesign some of them like spud and bive #not my finest work #i can do better #regretevator #i can use the wheel of regret for it #did yall like the wheel? #regretevator art #w1tch.txt

[6amsnst]

This year too I'm participating in Nodevember! Days 1-2 / Gorgeous Garden Made with Geometry nodes in Blender

#not my finest work #but it was taking too much time #so this'll do #nodevember #nodevember2023 #nodevember23 #proceduralart #b3d #blender3d #geometrynodes

[moleshow]

ah luv u metro-north railroad~

wheeeeeeeee--gllk?

...express?...

#not my finest work

[factorialsotherfandoms]

Had to quickly adjust this when I checked the stream and they didn’t go where I remembered, but shhh. A splurge of words I guess one can call a ficlet, set like half an hour after the Tazercraft stream with the prison break.

Disclaimer: I don’t speak any portuguese at all, and have watched like... the one stream from them, a couple of others, then skim read their wiki pages. So. Suffering. But so was the stream and I wanted to let them hug some more at very least.

Also I know in a lot of art Richars has a prosthetic leg and I know Pac’s is fucked up somehow so... I gave him a prosthetic too. I like to think its opposite legs but designed to match.

Anyway more than enough rambling - ficlet under cut. There’s no warnings beyond spoilers for the prison break stream and general angst.  It’s like... 500 words.

"Should we go?"

It was Pac who had finally broken the silence that had followed the screaminf, wringing his hands back and forth. He and Mike were both sat beside the pool, Pac looking nervously about while Mike pressed close and held his head in his hands.

"They know where we are," Pac shuddered as he spoke, shifting to cling to Mike's arm instead.

Mike, in turn, grabbed the corner of his shirt, "they'll know wherever we go."

"Still..." Pac reached for his communicator, only to remember that it had been stolen from him as he was arrested. "We could go to Forever or Felps? We have their waystones."

"We can't loose them too," Mike took a deep breath, his grip on Pac's shirt tightening a little. "We can just stay in one of these houses for now."

"Up house?"

It was not the most defended, nor the easiest to escape from, but it was the hardest to access, better than the one they had gone to, but still close. Pac could likely not manage further, not after chasing Mike across the venue, and they both knew it. Mike's nod was shaky, and the due helped each other up.

Mike's grip slipped to Pac's hand, and they both clung tight as they stood.

Pac tested his leg, then nervously shook his head; all of the running in the prison, escaping the guards, falling and nearly dying, just trying to get out get out get out get out- the remains of his ruined leg were suffering for it, struggling to take his weight at all. Maybe... Maybe just going back inside and crashing on the sofa would have been wiser.

Mike cursed under his breath as he realised the problem, moving once more to take Pac's weight more fully, "we'll stay here then."

It took longer than either of them wanted to get to the master bedroom; the path was clear and flat, but with the adrenaline gone both were waning in strength. Mike helped Pac up first, before tearing the prison uniform from himself. Pac did not bother - he did not even remove his prosthetic, against all advice - merely allowed himself to fall onto the bed. It took him a few moments to get under the cover, before lifting it and offering it to Mike.

Mike did not question it; he left his shoes and his underwear on, and crawled to his place at Pac's side, reaching for him and being reached for in return.

Neither spoke of what had happened, nor of their new friend now stolen from them. Instead they just clung to one another, too scared to let go, too frightened to sleep, too desperate for each other's company to ever consider letting go.

Even pressed so close that they nearly merged into one being, it was not quite enough. Not with the lingering dread. Not with having watched someone dear be ripped from them. Not... Not when their screams still echoed in each other's ears.

"Pac?" Mike whispered.

"Mike?" He replied.

"... You still there?"

Pac squeezed Mike tighter, "I'm here."

"What if-?"

"I'm /here/."

"But what if-"

"I'm /right here/."

Silence reigned for a moment, before Mike burrowed his face into Pac's shoulder, and began to sob.

Pac turned his face into Mike's hair, and began to cry just the same.

#fanfic by op #qsmp fanfic #q!pactw #q!mikethelink #q!tazercraft #hurt/comfort #angst #post prison break stream #writer speaks no portuguese so um good luck #also scribbled this out in like 40 minutes soooo #not my finest work #but it needed writing #mostly so they could hug and cry #i hope I tagged that right I have no idea of the conventions in this fandom yet #qsmp pac #qsmp mike #why don't they take their shoes off/pac not take off the prosthetic despite the risk of hurting himself more? #incase they have to get up and run #its absolutely so they can run away

[memes-saved-me]

Christmas pfp 👍

#not my finest work #doesn't match my header colour wise properly but its for the month so I'll live lol

[noriceprincessemilla]

i've been thinking of how to start a dennorice dynamic in a human au and–

den and nor are dating, and everything's going well between them. well, you know, in the dennor sense. but one day den catches his beloved boyfriend cheating, and that changes everything.

naturally, he starts freaking out, but nor's confused. it was just his little brother, how is that cheating? it quickly becomes clear that what they were doing was completely normal for them, and den can't help finding that extremely hot.

he doesn't want to try and stop them (not that he could anyway). but he's still not comfortable with his boyfriend fucking someone outside of their relationship. after much thought, they realize there's a solution: date ice too.

so they ask him, and surprisingly, he agrees to date them (though he's extremely embarrassed about it). it turns out he's had a thing for his brother's boyfriend for a while, so it's perfect for all of them.

the new arrangement sets den at ease, and it turns out, having ice around makes things much more fun~

#dennorice #dennor #norice #denice #wrote this while sleep deprived #aph norway #hws norway #aph iceland #hws iceland #aph denmark #hws denmark #not my finest work #ot3 idea

[penname-tbd]

college is really just like "this is the worst essay i've ever written" *submits it anyway*

#they speak #not my finest work #but i must turn it in

[dailyink]

1/14/24

#not my finest work #but the beauty of doing this daily blog for long enough means I do have finer works to point at! #the power of archives #for this one I do still like how the shape of the shoes comes through without too much detail #dailyink #1-24

[caduceuss]

@celestiafell: ❝ this isn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last. ❞ // from a meme i reblogged literally weeks ago idk

the   stretch   of   long   limbs   across   mussed   white   sheets,   coiled   fingertips   burying   along   the   used   pillow   near   his   face   with   a   steady   ache.   "   ugh.   "   it's   a   quiet   murmur,   punctuated   by   the   creak   in   his   bones   as   the   herbalist   moves   to   sit   upright.   long,   impossibly   long,   jade-green   waves   fall   about   his   naked   form   -   unbidden   in   the   early   morning   hour   -   and   it   takes   a   long,   long   time   for   baizhu's   genius   brain   to   catch   up   to   him   and   remind   him   of   where   he   is.   it's   the   discarded   plants   on   his   desk   -   some   half   corked   and   vialed   and   studied   and   others   laying   in   disarray   -   petals   and   stems   strewn   all   about   the   room   in   a   way   that   made   his   conservationist   heart   weep   a   little   in   disrespect.   those   samples   would   be   unusable...   although,   now   that   he   thought   of   it   -   baizhu   wasn't   exactly   sure   what   those   particular   plants   were   for   in   the   first   place.   

it   comes   back   to   him   in   small   waves,   the   night   prior.   baizhu   up   late,   as   always,   cataloging   specimens   before   deciding   to   retreat   from   his   complex   for   food.   prior   to   his   leaving,   the   knife   he'd   used   had   pressed   a   little   too   hard   upon   the   bud   of   a   flower   and   a   small   gust   of   pollen   had   flown   into   his   features   -   substantial,   for   such   a   small   plant,   but   baizhu   wasn't   particularly   worried.   he'd   coughed   and   moved   on   with   it.   still,   upon   his   arrival   at   the   tavern,   he   couldn't   help   but   become   particularly   feverish   and   uncomfortable   -   an   already   weak   constitution   falling   prey   to   the   effects   of   that   damned   plant   far   too   quickly   for   his   liking.   baizhu   had   made   it   halfway   through   ordering   before   he   decided   it   was   much   too   loud,   too   hot,   and   made   to   retreat   -   only   to   find   his   face   full   of   chest   and   well-

"   oh,   celestia-   "   comes   his   moan,   head   sinking   into   his   hands   and   his   brain   mercifully   shorting   out   before   recalling   the   rest.   baizhu   thinks   he   might   stay   there   -   head   aching,   shoulders   slumped,   completely   naked,   until   someone   says   those   words   and   his   head   is   whipping   around   so   fast   that   the   student   finds   himself   a   bit   dizzy.   

"   alhaitham.   "   he   rasps   -   an   obvious   statement,   given   who   he'd   run   into   at   the   tavern.   serpentine   eyes   shutter,   and   for   once...   for   once   baizhu   looks...   a   little   embarrassed,   before   he   clears   his   throat.   "   would   you   mind   passing   me   the   journal   on   my   desk   there   so   i   might   catalogue   what   i   experienced   last   night   in   case   it   ah...   happens   again?   or   i   forget?      "   truthfully,   baizhu   wasn't   completely   sure   what   'it'   was,   and   he   definitely   wasn't   sure   if   the   effect   had   been   derived   from   his   condition   or   not...   regardless,   he   holds   out   his   hand,   surprisingly   unabashed   in   his   nudity   as   he   stares   the   other   down,   that   saccharine   smile   in   place.

#celestiafell #´ ･ . ☤ ━━ answered ⧼ 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐦 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐦 ⧽ #yeets this out #IDEK LULU IT CAME TO ME IN A DREAM #not my finest work

[assassinregrets]

i think lucy lawless should be the new geralt

#the witcher #why not #critics are calling this my finest work

[zorilleerrant]

#look i said something #my edit #dick grayson #dickgraysonweek2024 #I hope that tag actually works. if it doesn't I'm going to have to @ the event instead #world's finest teen titans