#not very good

[saturncoyote]

how would shope papilloma virus work in your rabbit world? (search it up, its,,,,not great,so warning you know for horns in weird places,,,,)

That's actually a pretty interesting question that got me thinking for quite some time, there are very few asks in my inbox that would cause me to look up and read an entire page of information about a rabbit disease so i applaud you for that (and don't worry, i already know what shope pappilloma looks like)

As for how it would work, i imagine it would work the same way it does irl (a DNA virus transmitted by biting arthropods) however, since we're working with anthromorphic animals specifically set in a short-of wild west setting i imagine the "solution" for papilloma would be to avoid getting bit in the first place with either the use of clothing or home made repellents

For those who have already contracted the virus the best solution would be to surgically remove the growths, however it's not easy to find a doctor who has both the resources AND knowledge to perform such treatment, so most resort to manual removal, which i imagine would not be very pleasant

#saturn speaks #my ocs #leporidae cowboys #body horror #<- tagging just in case #saturn art #i also imagine that in this universe calling someone with this virus a “jackalope” would be #not very good #nor nice

[whismann]

Help I have been working on this for like almost 3 days straight and there’s something off about it

It’s kind of annoying but also this is probably one of the best things I’ve done in a while

#hilda netflix #hilda the series #digital art #artwork #johanna hilda #hilda season 3 #art #i swear a have a hunchback now or sum #I have been hunched for the majority of a couple days #not very good #Johanna is becoming that one character that I draw and no one else #not mad but #idk #this is so messy #I am that stupid that I did ALL of the colour on the same layer #this took way too long #I give up on life #it’s so green

[malivwh0res]

plug! jordan li who uses selling weed as a side hustle once they’re out of college

plug! jordan li who see’s your fine ass working as a bottle girl and chooses to shoot their shot. after all they’ve never missed

plug! jordan li who pays you to only serve their table for the rest of the night.

plug! jordan li who has you bent over a couch, in a private room, fingers deep into your cunt 30 minutes later

“f-fuck jordan-“ you pant out, gripping the sofa for dear life. Your hips buck back into their fingers.

“yeah, just like that. Fuck yourself on my fingers, ma” they say from behind you, meeting your thrusts.

You already feel sweat on your brow, and your wig lifting as they make you see god with just their fingers.

Your legs shake as you squirt all over the couch, mewls of jordan’s name leaving your lips.

“Think you can do that at my place?” they ask pulling their fingers out.

#jordan li #gen v #the boys #jordan li x reader #jordan li smut #not very good

[chaoslatte]

First digital art that I posted

For @magicmike5000 @thefunniestturtlepurple @neon-leonardo @wrecking-it-raphie

That episode in a nutshell

Based off of this image

#tmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt fanart #rottmnt #not very good #rottmnt fanart #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph

[absurdistkiwi]

I'm not the anon who asked it, but here's a FiddleFish @tazmiilly

#not very good #but I'm also very tired #and had no idea how else to reach you #you can feel free to ignore this #gravity falls #fiddleford mcgucket #or should I say #fiddlefish mcbucket #I don't know #I'm tired #I forgot to put my art #my art

[axolotlclown]

I have a lot of followers that don't give a shit about MCYT and especially anyone related to the DSMP.

But I do hope that you might take the time to hear Shubble's story all the same. She talks about domestic abuse that may seem more subtle. She also discusses warning signs and manipulation. I feel that she has a very important story to share, and there is a lot of value in hearing it.

Here's the vod on YouTube. She begins talking at 1:45. I unfortunately could not find it on Twitch, but here is her Twitch in case you wanted to support her.

#i also want to post this as a credible source #if anyone has access to the twitch vod if you could reply with that id cry #thank you #anyway #there are two segments cut on accident in the youtube vod but i found that the comments fill it in #the vod is 33 minutes #please take some time out to listen if you can #thoughts of dante #shubble #wilbur soot #oh btw #she doesnt name the abuser in her stream for her own safety #but wilbur soot did come forward and confirm it was him #his reply is somewhere on my blog but its everywhere in his tag as well #its uh #not very good #but its there if youd like to read it #do watch shubbles full stream first though

[teadrinkingcornsnake]

Fractured Amulets and Fractured Time AU Art

Terrible at drawing people, but here it is anyways.

This is Jim with Toby when he woke up as a goblin in one of his multiple lives in my fractured AU

Maybe one day I'll write that story. Especially since goblins are easier to draw than humans 😩

#tales of arcadia #trollhunters #Goblin jim #toby domzalski #jim lake jr #Jim lake jr not human #not very good #for my fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 author

[bingbongbugtime]

Sir. That is not a nest.

#pkmn irl #rotomblr #Art :3 #Not very good #I'm still learning how to draw people but lookit applin.

[justiceforfoxface]

Rock Singer!Eddie Munson x Actress!Reader Social Media AU

*no specific Faceclaim, several faces and back of heads used*

#just pictures #Social media au #eddie munson #eddie Munson x reader #got bored and made this :/ #Not very good #but oh well it was fun #I realize this is very short

[endotoxic]

she’s so babygirl. fuck risk management!!!! milf!!!!

#not very good #lesbian #misty quigley #christina ricci #yellowjackets #mistynat

[charlescausewhynot]

The requirement of an Ace Attorney fan.

#wright anything agency #phoenix wright #trucy wright #athena cykes #apollo justice #miles edgeworth #wrightworth #ace attorney #christmas #xmas #holidays #Almost Christmas means it wasn't Christmas #turnabout goodbyes #not very good #improving

[helyannis]

When they turned again, Goldberry stood in the door behind, framed in light. She held a candle, shielding its flame from the draught with her hand; and the light flowed through it, like sunlight through a white shell.

#goldberry #tolkien #lord of the rings #not very good #but I made something

[emerald-emerlad]

My first art post!!!!!!

I'm very proud of this one! Michael from TMA is such a vibe <3

"I am not a Who, Archivist, I am a What. A "who" requires a degree of identity I can't ever attain." - Michael (the Distortion)

#tma #michael the distortion #the magnus archives #themagnusarchives #the distortion #my art #not very good #magnus archives #first art post #why do i like this man so much- #eyestrain #michael shelly #emerald's stuff

[kirushe4ka]

My second job is more or less sweet. This is Karl from Law of Talos, he sooo bad. I was in a hurry when I was drawing this art:_)

#karl law of talos #law of talos #art #not very good #my art #digital art

[laqueus]

that one programmer hiding the pink fairy figment in waterloo world

#Psychonauts #n0t seri0us #apologies for another figment post but also no #I'm playing the PS2 port of the game atm #(having previously played the PC version) #and I would gently describe this port as #er #not very good #audio glitches - framerate issues - lighting/texture problems #don't get me wrong I'm still having fun ofc! it's just 'hmm'

[antlermoss]

@softandwigglybones Here's a rough first draft of my Actaeon! I might go back to it, might not. Have pity on me. It goes with this picture!

Violence, mentioned intimacy (nothing graphic), mild gore

It had been an accident, I had never meant any harm. Artemis was a dear friend of mine, the hand that guided my arrow as I hunted the wild beasts surrounding us.

It's easier to condemn a predator, I felt little pity for the wolves I'd slain. I assume those who hear my legend feel the same. They think the gods fickle, angry. I thought differently.

I came across while wandering the forest seeking time to myself. I suppose we have that in common, the forest is a fine place to seek peace. I had no bow, my dogs were at home. All I carried was the shattered remains of my heart.

Love is more fickle than any god, and lust so easily confused. I had been wrong, again. I should have expected as much, while it's fine for a man to take a male consort, a wife was expected. One wouldn't marry another man, so why love one?

Her arrow had pierced my chest before I even realized what I’d seen. I cried apologies as my fingers turned to hooves, pained tears staining my pelt. I shook as I groveled, my head heavy with an antler crown as a bowed to her, my eyes shut tight. I didn't open them until I felt her hand against my head, stroking between my antlers.

“I mistook you for someone else.” She said, but she never did apologize. Even then I kept my eyes shut tight until he raised my head and told me to open them.

She was beautiful as she always was, unashamed of her naked form and unafraid of a beast such as myself. She held my face with all the care I held my dogs, gentle and loving.

“You’ve hurt yourself again, Actaeon.” She told me. I sobbed as I looked up at her, my body changed, but my heart the same.

“You deserve to be wild, to be free. To love without care for what mankind thinks.” She told me. I thought perhaps then she had given me a gift.

“You’ll forget to be human with time.” She promised me. “I cannot give you the love you so crave, but I'll guard you until you find it. I will keep you from Hades, and I will push every arrow that aims towards you away. That I swear to you, my friend.” She smiled at me, and I felt my horns turn to gold.

I watched ages pass from the forest. Men knew of my attractions, time changes and they deemed me a pervert. They must have forgotten what drove them to that conclusion, I suppose that's what twisted me into Artemis’s enemy. I care little, the forest is more of a friend than they ever were.

Artemis, my beautiful goddess, has no control over the domain of love. She told me countless times before that I mustn’t give my body so easily, that they would treat me as a tool. She was right every time.

Animals are not so manipulative, and I still found no connection. I heard them whisper about me, how I hunted them once before, how Artemis favored me. They commented how I never slept, instead staring at the moon in prayer to my friend. I tried, countless times I tried, but every herd would run from me.

I forgot my name. The deer called me Stargazer, that was fine enough. They took note of how I didn't age, of how no matter what beast spotted me they would never kill me. Immortality was not nearly as attractive as humans may find. Generations forgot my history as many, but they never forgot my nature. To them, I was as monstrous as any hydra, some god tainted beast that to speak with may be heresy.

Gods seldom tolerate heresy.

I know not how many years passed, but countless moon phases did. Finally, my prayers were answered.

I found him standing in the middle of a field, staring into the forest. He didn't run when I approached, my head lowered. He didn't leave even when I was no more than a foot away.

“I mean you no harm.” I whispered to him. He did not speak, but he didn't look away either. His black eyes were like the night, staring into mine endlessly. I cried.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” I told him, afraid he would leave. He didn't.

“I.. It’s been so long since anyone would look at me. Even if you don't speak, it means the world to me that you're here.”

He didn't move, even as I hesitantly approached him and rested my head on his back.

I began to visit him each day, my nights spent praising Artemis by running in the field and staring at the moon. The other deer were disturbed, gave me an even wider birth, but I cared not. I finally had a companion.

I named him Idol, because that's how I felt about him. He never moved while I was there, but he would listen as I spoke with him. I told him all about my travels, the places I'd seen in my years. I told him about Artemis, how she visited me in my dreams and walked with me on moonlit nights.

Every so often he would disappear, and I would find him in a new location, smelling of gunpowder. I cried the first time it happened, so relieved to see him ok that I couldn't hold back my tears.

It was many moons before he spoke to me, his tongue twisted. He must have been ashamed.

“I love you.” He told me early one morning as I slept beside him, his voice echoing from the tree line.

“I love you too.” I responded, and I thanked the moon for ten nights straight.

On the tenth, Artemis visited. She held my face like she had so many years before and smiled at me.

“I have to go for a night or so, my huntresses need me. You will be without my protection, so please, be careful.” She warned me. I told her of course, it wasn't the first time she’d left me to my own devices.

Of course, that was the night the hunters came.

He spoke a lot that night.

“Do you want to make love?” He asked me. I stiffened, the hair on my pelt rising.

“Not particularly, no. Is that ok?” I asked him, staring up from the ground below.

He didn't move, he never did. “I love you.” Was his only response, unwavering.

“I love you too… thank you.” I smiled at him, feeling more loved than I ever had. The first gunshot missed us, and I leapt to my feet.

“We must go! Now!” I cried to him, starting to run. I made it to the tree line before I realized he wasn't moving.

I couldn't leave him, of course I couldn't, so I turned around. The next bullet missed me and struck him in the side. He fell to the ground. I grabbed at his leg, trying to pull him along, but he remained still as stone.

There was nothing to do but fight.

The third bullet struck me in the shoulder, but I saw the hunter in the gunfire. I charged him. He shot once, twice more before my antlers penetrated his chest.

My pelt was stained red, my chest heaving as I collapsed beside my lover, resting my head on his shoulder. I knew I would not die, Artemis promised me that, but I would suffer.

Artemis found me some days later, laboring to breathe in a pool of my own blood. It was the first time I'd seen her cry.

“Oh Actaeon, what have you done?” She called as she ran to me. I smiled at her.

“I.. I’m sorry goddess. I couldn't let them take him from me.” I told her. She only sobbed, holding me tightly.

“You foolish, foolish boy.” She cried. “You sacrifice yourself for a ruse. He’s not alive, he’s a target.”

Her words hurt more than the wounds. Much, much more.

“But.. he spoke to me. He said he loved me.”

“He didn't speak, Actaeon. It was man, mimicking your tongue. I'm so, so sorry.”

#original writing #not very good #greek myths