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Drew this while listening to creepypastas.
A project by both Kris and Kora.
La noche se acerca
Night is coming, I sit at the cabin door to wait, wait for them to come after me, I am prepared, I have weapons and ammunition to survive for years, armed to the teeth, remembering my duty while I carry my arsenal.Â
I've been here for six years now, I was tasked with keeping forest creatures at bay, I'm what they call a ranger, a special one, born, raised and trained within the military with special outdoor survival training.Â
They called me after gaining combat experience, my orders, living in the forest and surviving, surviving until my body could no longer cope, and eliminating any possible threat that crossed my path. A mission that I was not allowed to refuse, however, they let me ask the questions I wanted, anyway, it was going to be sent directly, I would not have time to contact anyone, so I started asking for details.Â
We were in a difficult situation, we reached the time limit, there was something sleeping in the forest threatening to return, to stop it, a single man had to be sent, the best of the best, and here I am, I must survive, until my body do not hold and the last breath of life escapes from me, only then can everything be contained again, humanity will have more time ... It begins, the last rays of the sun are hiding, I can already hear them, they are coming, but I cannot falter, everyone depends on me ... this can't be my last night.
The sun rises again, my chargers, all empty, one night less ... I feel like this becomes more difficult as I get older, I look for something quick to eat in my kitchen before going to bed, I have one more night in which think once I wake up.
Version one of a logo I designed.
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Sam’s Musings
    Today, I watched myself die.     It's been months since I've seen a honeybee; years, perhaps. They're a dying species, the result of the carelessness and indifference of today's society; as much talk as there is about how much we need them, how much they matter, how important they are in our lives, are we really doing all we can to show that and to preserve their lives? Can we be doing more, showing our words in our actions and making that effort to consciously stop murdering something we claim to love so much little by little?    I watched a honeybee land on the pavement. There was no flora around, just the hot pavement and the clusters of people walking around the station, waiting for their various buses, purchasing tickets, meeting friends. I watched as the bee walked around in circles, looking for something, but wasn't sure for what. The thought crossed my mind, that if it stayed here, it would die. I was sure of it, I was positive that being in this place that it didn't belong, it would perish.    It wasn't long before a man with a bike came strolling by. Before it even happened, I knew. I knew he was going to trample it, and sure enough the tire ran right over it. I watched it struggle, watched it twitch and slowly die. I was the only one that even noticed; I was the only one that saw this defenseless creature perish, and just like people do when they see someone else struggling, dying, fading away because they're in a place they don't belong, struggling to adapt and survive, I sat there and watched. I didn't move, didn't blink. I thought about how sorry I felt for the bee, about how I wished I could help it; but I didn't move an inch. And as I watched the light fade from this creature, I realized that I am the monster that kills me; in that moment, I began to see myself in the people who tell me it's fine, who watch me suffer when I cry, and walk away. I saw myself in the eyes of those who look at me in pity, but say nothing, because they can't be bothered to get involved.    I watched myself in that bee, dying, and also saw myself as the hideous creature that stands by and does nothing.
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A titleless short story Gabe wrote
I
Darkness… Cold… Hunger… It’s been three months since I locked myself in this refuge, there’s no safe place left outside…
I kept contact with other people around me, all locked in their own refuges; at least 20 more people...I lost communication slowly with more and more, I guess their energy generators died, like mine just did.Â
I ran out of food a week ago, but still have enough water for a month, that’s what’s been keeping me alive. I just hope that everything gets better outside.Â
II
It’s been three weeks, I’m finally running out of water, I’m starting to fall into madness; all I’ve seen this whole month is my walls, I have no one to talk to, I’m completely alone… I wonder how the others are doing, if they’re as desperate as I am… Going outside is starting to seem like the best option. If I manage to find something, I’ll survive, but if I don’t… my suffering will end.Â
III
Three days have passed. I still have water for two days, it’s all in a small bag with my medical supplies, which I have almost run out of as well. I’m next to my door, looking at my digital clock; it’s 18 hours, I’ll go out in two more hours when the sun’s completely gone, I don’t want them to find me and the darkness will make it easier for me to escape…Â
Two hours later, I take a deep breath and a last look at the refuge that kept me alive for this last four months. I open the door and take the first step… back to reality
My partner and I together.
Art I did of my World of Warcraft Main, Kristar Mistomer.
My favorite unicorn drawing.
Tilly and Star.
Sharing my fanart for La Frequencia Kirlian.
My partner and I, looking a bit more androgynous than I’d hoped.
Created through an app on the Google playstore called Couple Avatar