Y'know, Since Everybody's Talking About It, I Might As Well Address This.

Its Not Finish jet

What R6 character you guys wanna see me draw? Just asking

This excellent visual representation of that old scam, “trickle down economics”, has been all over Twitter recently.

She looks so cute 😍

Merry Christmas everyone ❤️ 🎁 here are some doodles just for you because I had no time to make something better

Finish

"The wounds of battle can be healed, but never hidden"

😍😍😍❤❤❤

I don't have good wips at the moment, just concepts and they look very messy, but I'll post any as soon as I have some

WIP Day!

I was tagged by the always lovely @simonxriley several weeks in a row, and I finally have a WIP again to share! Thanks 💜

Tagging @painfulstitches17 @tauruscookie @todragonsart @luxonmain @sadmoonling and anyone else, writer or artist, that has a wip they’d like to share!!!

I.. uhm, a little nervous about this wip tbh… but well, let’s rip the bandaid: it’s omegaverse. That’s it, I said it. Enjoy? 😂

“What now?” Glaz asked, only panting a little. “The sandstorm is getting worse, even if we reach the designated exfil point…”

“So what, you wanna give up?” Tachanka scoffed, breathing harshly. “It’s better we keep going.”

A small argument broke out about whether they should try to find a safe spot to wait for the storm to pass, or if to push forward until they reached an extraction area where the helo could land. Kapkan grunted annoyed and tuned them out. Typical of alphas, they would get into an argument at the worst times, both insisting they were right and trying to make the other bow down. Usually, it ended with Kapkan acting as the irritated peacemaker and deciding on which option he thought was better. Which oftentimes was an idea of his own and not one of theirs. However, today he wasn’t in the mood to handle their posturing. He was unreasonably tired, his skin itched like his own clothes were full of sand on the inside, and all he wanted was some peace and quiet. 

He realised something was wrong when both his teammates suddenly shut up, and Kapkan grabbed his weapon tightly, readying for a fight. They must have seen something coming. Except, they were both looking at him, Glaz in shock and Tachanka with a frown. Then it hit him, the cloying sweet smell laced with something that resembled lavender.

It had been years since Kapkan smelled that, and at first he didn’t recognize it was him.