I’m Back To This Style!! I Just Love The Expressiveness Of The Faces!!

Anybody else remember that scene where Hunter teared up as Hemlock took Omega in season 2?

may 4th, 2025. five years later.

celebrating the five-year anniversary of the clone wars, comes TALES OF THE CLONE WARS: A STAR WARS ZINE. interest check opens AUGUST 17th.

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He's the best to draw angsty stuff :)c

I’m so sorry you’re feeling bad today! I hope you feel better soon <3

Some days are good. Some days aren't. Today is one of those days when I'm glad to have extra people around on the holonet.

@nahoney22 , feel absolutely free to take as much time as you need. We can wait. We’ll still be here when you’ve taken the break you need. The internet isn’t going anywhere, and those in your audience who love your work love it because you put passion, enthusiasm, joy, and real care into your work. And it shows! That takes time. That takes effort and thought and hard work, and we understand that. What’s most important is that you get the same enjoyment out of making your stuff that your audience gets out of reading it <333

As for anon, who the H E L L thinks they’re entitled to free fan content?? What idiot woke up today and thought “hmmm today feels like a good day to tell that author I really like how much they suck!”

Look, I get it. Waiting for someone to write things, or make fanart, or update the next chapter of their AO3 fic is hard. Sometimes you really, really want new material because life is overwhelming; you’re in too deep and you need a comfort and an escape. I’ve been there myself! But it is never okay to tell a person who makes art, be it writing or fanart or music or edits or any other form of art that they are moving too slow. Think before you speak. Is this something I would want my audience to say to me when I’m having trouble making my stuff? This person pours their soul into their craft and all you have to say to them is: you took too long???

Anon, you should be ashamed. Shame on you for telling an artist that they’re efforts aren’t good enough. Shame on you for hiding behind the barrier that is the internet.

sorry but did I see your newest post and see the request being made around New Year’s Day? And you have only just dne it? your a joke I don’t see how you could wait so long to do it

… yeah 😕

I’m curious…

Reblog if you want a shitty summary of your blog in your inbox.

Always

GET ‘IM OMEGA!!!

gonna bite

OP I saw your vision. I hope I’ve lived up to it! I’d love to hear more of this au!! Ghost is an absolutely massive shire boy, and I made Soap a Clydesdale because that breed originated in Scotland, which I did not know. And I made reader an akhal-teke because unicorn legends first originated in the Middle East. If you’ve never seen one of these horses, look it up. They look like irl unicorns!!

Hear me out, my dudes/my gals/my stars

Unicorn!Reader x Shire!Simon x Kelpie!Soap

Reader who’s the prettiest fucking thing Simon has ever seen — eyes shining, the glossiest hair he has ever encountered and he knows that such pretty things are not for the likes of him.

But he can’t help but stop his work, coming closer to the fence — all heavy bulk and rolling muscles, deceptively soft steps as he watches you.

“A bit lost, luv?”, he hums out, licking his cracked lips when you turn to him, his breath stalling because well, fuck him, that’s an actual unicorn. Not just a pretty thing, are you?

You don’t come close, watching him out of the woods, even your skin glowing and god, he can bet his left arm you are soft as a cloud to the touch.

He can bet you will look so so good under him. With him.

Simon tilts his heavy head to the side, huffing out air, splintered lips curling upwards. Skittish. It’s good that you are careful, would want to make it too easy for him, would ya?

And then there’s Soap — unruly power and raw hunger and no fucking manners whatsoever, surfacing out of the lakes and streams, always a little too close for your comfort, always ready to invade your space.

Getting you closer and closer to the water, his carefree demeanour just as deceptive as Simon’s softness.

“Ye wound me, bonnie. Ah never would’ve done anythin’”, he swears when you bristle and step back into safety of the woods, his eyes on you so fucking hungry, his eyes never leaving you.

Soap can smell you a mile away, can feel you coming with a sixth sense, always there whenever you need to drink. Or wash, for that matter.

Soap who can also smell someone else’s scent mingling with yours, brows furrowing. Who’s there trying to take what’s his? Not fair, he was here first, he saw you first, he’s getting you first.

But Simon is bigger and Simon is heavier and Simon is older — glare as heavy as his kick is.

Soap just might be in love.

Might continue later

We love us a clean-cut man ;3

He was crying.

You guys, Crosshair was actually crying.