what if i snapped and made an oc carrd

if I don’t draw these two for too long I literally burst into flames

journalists underestimate the magnitude of my addiction and how far i'll go for the bit

happy TWO YEAR anniversary to everyone who attended the destiel wedding!

and happy valentines day to the rest of you guys <3 click the image for a surprise!

if you’ve ever seen that one post (i’ll link it in the replies) about the parallels between the rodeo scene in 12x11 and the movie “urban cowboy” and it entirely broke your brain, then this post is for you. and also i’m kissing you on the mouth

[ID. Digital art of Dean Winchester done in black and white. He’s is laid back on top of an electric bull. One hand rests on his hip while the other hovers in mid-air, fingers slightly curled, and he seems to be looking at it. When clicked, the transparency shows Castiel standing behind him. Castiel is holding Dean’s hand to his lips, while his other hand supports the back of Dean’s head. Castiel has a visible halo and wings that he has curled protectively around Dean. End ID.]

IT'S TIME FOR SPOOKY SEASON SYCAMORE SUNDAY!!!

SPOOKY SYCAMORE TIME!!!!!!

Not going on a complete hiatus but things will be slower for anywhere between a few days to a few weeks due to work reasons 👍

// clearing my askbox out right now because there's a lot I can't respond to and eventually just need to delete...

// but here's some of my favorites from the homestuck bit that was going on. Everyone who sent these know that I was laughing so hard at these, thank you

And the one that made me scream while in a call...(/silly) (NSFW WARNING)

I need to remember to draw Bubby as a sth character so I can say he was shadows hedgehog dna donor

goodbye and so long, Patreon

I am just coming on here real quick to let you all know that I've officially closed my Patreon. it was time.

and, let's be honest, I was getting sick and tired of getting emails reminding me to submit An Official Photograph of myself to regain full access to my account. you can't even fucking change your account rating (as in, from mature to general audiences and vice versa, or so I assume) without submitting a photo first. like are you kidding me?

I'm sorry to see my account go, and hope I can find a replacement sometime next year (because I will not have time for that in December, unfortunately). here's to hoping next year will start looking up on... a lot of fronts, honestly. 2023 has not been a good year so far, and it's not looking like it's gonna end on a good note either.

If anyone is looking for new collars, I met someone at the coursing event who had all their whippets in collars from Pop of Collar and they were so beautiful! Prettier in person than in pictures and they looked like they'd age well. All Christmas themed too, it was so cute. I really like this one with the jellyfish and ruffles, but they have a bunch of others patterns too :)

i hate choices

honk mimimimizzzzzmimimiiiiii zzzhonksmiimimimimi

i keep forgetting to say - i’m finishing up my current commissions, but otherwise i’m closing comms for now so i can focus on some life stuff. i’ll probably delete the old post in a bit so there’s not outdated info floating around my account in the meantime too

How goes the time travel fic?

On hold while I may or may not have covid (probably from the holidays) and also half a gallon of epoxy resin to use before it goes bad (definitely from the holidays), but I'll put some words to paper right now just for you 🥂

Today, I made a mushroom pyramid :)

finally got up a sequel to a more literal method of compartmentalization :) roughly a year later, my AO3 profile comes full circle~

Ratings/Warnings: General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply

Pairings: Eleventh Doctor/Rose Tyler, implied Twelfth Doctor/Rose Tyler

Word Count: 5798

Series Link here

Summary:

He’s known… well, not quite from the moment they’d first found each other again, because when he’d first seen her his brain had simply stopped, grinded to a halt as his eyes drank her in, and he couldn’t have focused on a single thing other than the repeated mantra of her name (RoseRoseRose) as he held her again with arms that he thought would never get to know her touch.

But soon after that, at least. He’s known since approximately then that eventually… eventually he would have to tell her about the room on the TARDIS that was somehow both hers from him and also his from her--hers from him in the literal sense, and his from her in that her very presence managed to comfort him within those walls, despite the fact that she’d never once stepped foot through the door, not physically. He’d brought her in instead, piece by piece, gift by gift, and with each one the memories of her and all of the feelings she evoked in him seemed to saturate the shelves and the walls and the floor until he could practically bask in them all, until he could simply rest in this place that had been created for them and let the nostalgia and yearning wash over him until he all but drowned in it.