Emmy

Nerd. I do creative things sometimes. I realllly like cats.

[nanaluvsyappping]

I COMPLETED IT, i’m so happy, really just my baby 💗💗.

I think it’s just a lot of me as a person, and me as a lesbian in one piece and i love it, love how crowded it is too. I love that it is kinda subtle but when you know its not so subtle, i love the bugs, the little doodles, the flowers, and love the strap and the little bush i tried to hint, yesyes.

[samanthalanetextiles]

'What's the best that could happen?' positive affirmation cross stitch pattern 💖🧡✨

This pattern is super beginner friendly and only uses 4 colours! You can find the pattern on my Etsy page here > (also linked in my bio) if you're interested :)

[dragonfliier]

What if the humans (minds) if chibified? Everybody else because I had too much fun with chibis.

[sunny-sourzii]

TADC has horror potential. Don't even deny it (+ human design?)

Closeups because Tumblr eats quality for breakfast

[gingerpines]

human gooble zangle doodles

full designs here !

[kalpeavaris]

god i wish yuri was real i love you tcas abstragedy

[yurikaur]

Abstragedy in matching outfits <3

[th3ink]

Zooble and Gangle in My Style

[casual-darkness]

[bunsenator]

go zooble hell yeah

[marmiama-a-a]

Я делаю для себя эмодзи в TG (правда они больше на стикеры тянут....). В любом случае! Если вдруг кому-нибудь понадобится - берите! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[lovehaleylo]

King of the Circus 🦋👑🎪

[norithelord]

Gangle and Zooble post 👇

those artists and their weird stuff 🤨

[erebusvincent]

[dappermouth]

And then you had that dream again.

[hatchedgiraffe]

Heinous and horrendous are just such fun words. You get that full mouth feel to express disgust and I really appreciate that.

[tiramisioux]

13 days of witches: the bedeviled Puritan

What suffering, to leave behind thine home and brave the seas to settle a strange and hostile new world. Thou hast lost so much. Thine sibling, curdled in thy mother's womb; thine betrothed, injured by his own hunting trap, infection blackening his blood; thine child sister, to fever on the journey here. Thy days are long and hard and grey. Thou scrapest and strain for a crust of bread, a bit of rabbit. And what for? God? Thy family's pride? Thou couldst sit down and be served, drink of good wine, sup on tender calf-meat and sugared cakes, thy beauty praised and preserved, wrapped in silks and furs. Thou needst never lose a thing again. Pray, tell me... wouldst thou like to live deliciously?

the roaring wind, the rushing streams, the howling beasts, and every other voice of the unconverted wilderness, were mingling and according with the voice of guilty man . . .