I'm Just Surprised I Finished This Before School Started Again Tbh

New sketchbook and the first thing I draw are these guys

Close-ups under the cut

Give me some more aus to draw PLEASE

GOD DAMN

“Good Luck, Babe!”

Imp and Skizzzzz!!

They’re hivewings, of course!!

Can you do a silly little Marx?

It may have taken

*checks notes*

..over a year, but here you go!

Also a gooey and Meta Knight for good measure

REQUESTS FOR KIRBY CHARACTERS ARE NOW OPEN

I'm back on my bullshit

"Hand, rise."

Martyn stays as he is, knelt at Ren's feet, forehead so low as to almost be touching the ground and leaning on the sword that he balances precariously on its edge in front of him. 

"Hand."

Ren's voice is so close, so tantalisingly near, and every inch of him craves to stand, to bask in Ren's stare and take his rightful place by his side. 

Martyn does not dare to lift his head. 

"Martyn," his king's voice cuts through the overwhelmingly tense stillness. "Look up."

Ah, a command. That he can obey, and Martyn does, slowly raising his head as his eyes stay firmly planted to the ground. 

"Oh, Hand," and a finger lovingly strokes his cheek, "what has happened to you?"

While I've been gone, goes unsaid. Finally, Martyn raises his eyes as well, meets his king's gaze, his king, his king—

And he breaks. 

Feels his face contort and shoulders start to shake as big, ugly sobs rip through his chest, soundless at first and then unbecomingly loud as he tries and fails to catch his breath. His king's image swims before him; he tries to blink past it, fails and remains gasping, shuddering, curling in on himself with the force of his love, his joy, his boundless, agonising sorrow. 

It's a shameful, pathetic display. By all rights, he should be instantly cast away; if Ren kicked at him like an unwanted puppy and bid he get out of his sight, Martyn would fall over himself and break his legs in his haste to rid the king of his despicable presence.

But Ren reaches out, instead, takes his face in his hands, wiping at the tears that stain his thumbs. He graces his skin with all the gentleness of someone who is clueless as to the things Martyn's done in his absence, what he's become—

It's presumptuous and improper, and he does not deserve to kiss the ground at his king's feet, he knows—but he stumbles and grips Ren's wrist with both his hands, holding on, begging with the drowning he does in Ren's eyes to never let go, please don't let me go. 

Ren kneels, as well, then. The hand that makes contact with his neck guides his head to rest on his shoulder; the other rubs his back. It's tender and more than anything he's ever known, more than his entire world, and Martyn is undone.

Oh, my liege, if you'd seen the things I've seen. 

Ren holds him, and in the weight of his king's hand tangled in his hair Martyn can hear only Ren's whispered words of comfort and his own choked-off sobbing. There are no voices and there is no never-ending laughter; there is only them, as they should be, as they are.

For the first time since a tear ran down his cheek when he saw the arrow go through his king's chest, everything is quiet.

All hail the Pumpkin King!

Don't you guys just love it when you're trick or treating and it SNOWS???

Couldn't you just wait another 12 hours? Please??? I love winter and this is great just, why todayyyy

I'm so clueless on things to draw, PLEASE PEOPLE

hermit fanon swap - an art game!

Reblog this to let your followers know they can send art requests to your ask box

if you are a writer you can also reblog this and make little snippets about hermits and their new traits

Vex!Grian and Avian!Mumbo as fun examples

Artless version behind the cut:

Figured out how to draw th em (:

Please click for the sake of tumblr quality

I've never done one of these before, so I hope I did it correctly. Anyways, I got ahead of my self and created a whole ass au. @liekadae

Bdubs liked to believe he was a good protector of the forest. He granted boons to those that respected nature and chased away those who would use it for themselves. He helped all animals, from wild ponies to the smallest of tree frogs, and in return, they would continue living; the greatest gift of all. Which is why, when he spotted an albino fox with red ears, who's leg was caught in a hunter's trap, he immediately bent down to let it free.

It pulled back at the sight of him, pupils slit to almost invisibility, so Bdubs took it slow. He sat down in front of the creature and began to hum. He reached out to a small fern next to the fox and allowed his energy to boost the plants’ growth. He remembered that foxes preferred hiding or blending into their surroundings, so, in order to make the small canine more comfortable, foliage sprouted all around it. Not encasing, but simply embracing.

The fox, clearly still running high on nerves flattened its ears, but not too long afterwards, let them stand tall. It tried to sit up, but failed to, and resigned to laying down in the greenery. Bdubs moved his hand closer, allowing the beast to sniff it, and after a few seconds, it pushed its muzzle into his palm. He scratched its chin for a few seconds before moving onto the trap.

It was simple yet effective, and the wire that tangled itself around the hind foot was ever so slightly cutting into the fox’s fur. Bdubs grabbed the wire and gently undid it, simply breaking the combination lock when he got there. After the wire fell to the forest floor and the pressure had been lifted the fox immediately stood up and sprinted off, away from the thicket. Before it was out of view, however, it turned to Bdubs and watched. If Bdubs knew any better, he would've said it was studying him. But he didn't, so he simply waved, and the fox stalked off.

-

It had been a bit since Bdubs freed the fox, but soon after, he began receiving gifts. Small trinkets, whether that be a silver nugget, or a red and gold ribbon, yet all were in pristine condition. He doesn't know how whatever found his home, but as whenever he slept in a different location, the gifys followed him, so they must be his. Tonight though, he decided he would return the favor.

Bdubs placed a small, handmade lantern out in front of his den for the night. It was made of pure light, which he had harvested himself, but gentle enough that it wouldn't hurt the user (whoever it may be). The small orb was encased in gold, courtesy of the mystery nuggets, and gave off a magnificent hue when the last rays of the sun hit it.

So, that night, as Bdubs shut his eyes, he could not see the visitor. He was asleep, and could not hear the paws padding over to him. Could not smell the breeze in the air as a transformation occurred. Could not taste the sudden whiff of pine and sweet berries. Could not feel the gentle hand of someone placing a note card on his mossy cloak. No, Bdubs couldn't do anything when he was asleep.

However, when he awoke and saw the lantern gone and the note in his lap, he knew he had been visited by his mystery gifter. He moved to pick up the card, but before he could read a word, he noticed something.

A small, red, fox print.

Stamping the handwritten message.

Is it okay? If you have a proper au thing I can delete it okay thank you

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