a tiny drawing of a pig


Hey so about a week ago I was all “OK I’m gonna start drawing NSFW shit, I should make a real quick character to be my guinea pig” and with that, Hansem, the half elf half orc boy came to be.

I intended to essentially have him as a throwaway character but now I’m accidentally deeply invested in him and now he has two best friends, a tiny halfling girl and a giant bird boy. I have a friend writing up a script for Hansems story PURELY BECAUSE HE WANTED TO and have another friends own orc boy, Stainton, also joining the fray (as a CANOODLER of Hansem)


What a time to be alive.

Doodled another much tinier Set. One fun thing about Set is that nobody is really quite sure what the fuck animal he’s supposed to be. People have guessed anything from a giraffe to an okapi to an extinct type of wild dog or even wild pig or aardvark but the reigning conclusion is that the “Set animal” (or “sha”) is a fanciful amalgam of several different creatures.

Despite Set’s reputation for being an exceedingly violent and dangerous individual, it also seems that he’s a vegetarian, and consumes mostly (only?) Lettuce. Here we have the chaotic figure in a rare moment of peace, eating shoots in a lettuce garden. This tiny little drawing is for sale but I’m too lazy to post it to Etsy at the moment so if you like it and have a spare twenty it’s yours.

anonymous asked:

the first time frisk appears on fontgrumps (theyre a special guest bc who wouldn't invite frisk), they pass the control between the three. whenever frisk takes the controller there's a notable difference between sans' lazy but slightly adept playing and papyrus' clumsy (but he tries really hard) playing. frisk is better at all of their games - theyre the master. there's a brief moment where they show their faces and papyrus is on the ground, lamenting about his loss. cheerfully.

Frisk is the best gamer ever all u monsters are mere scrubssssss against their tiny human mlg pro skillz.

get rekt.


Mako lives relatively nearby the Fawkes’ home and used to babysit Jamie when he was little. They’re unlikely friends now, and Jamie runs over to his place when he has trouble with his dad or just wants to hide for a little

Mako has a few chickens in his backyard, a tiny pond and a pet pig named Francis Bacon that Jamie bonded with when he was a little tater tot

He’s also pretty much Jamie’s only real life friend and even though he’s annoying, he loves the little shit. Jamie also helps out with the animals sometimes!

part of this au!

ALRIGHTY. so, it’s my bae jenna’s birthday today and she asked for: hazel, jason, and lots of tiny pigs. i realized very late that i can’t draw pigs :c but, here’s your present, piggy queen!! have a great birthday <3

“Uh, Cas?” Dean stares at the cage. “What the hell are those?”

Cas’ grin is wide and joyful. “Guinea pigs!”

Dean pinches the bridge of his nose. “And…why are they…on our table?”

The whole main room of the bunker smells like wood chips now, and not necessarily in a way Dean enjoys.

Cas smiles even wider. “Because they’re ours! Aren’t they cute?”

Dean watches as Cas reaches down into the cage to draw one out, cuddling it to his chest and stroking its head. The creature looks a tiny bit nervous at first, but then settles into the touch.

It’s definitely not cute. It’s a rodent. A smelly, twitchy little rodent that will get loose and run wild, chewing everything in sight and leaving “presents” behind.

But Dean looks at Cas’ shining eyes as he stares at the thing happily, cooing at it, and only heaves a sigh. He’s lost this fight already, and he knows it.

“Fine. But they stay out here. They are not coming into our room.”

Sam, who has been watching them with amusement, suddenly makes a petulant, irritated sound. “Fine?! He gets to keep them just because you’re together now? Then I’m getting a dog.”

Dean wearily shakes his head in defeat and heads for his critter-free bedroom.

The Signs as Drawings My 3 Year Old and I Drew


Puppy with a big big tail and big ears that sits and has stripes.


A zebra with stripes that cant walk on the lobster because its sharp.


This pig


This sharp lobster with eyes


Lizard with 6 tails and tiny tiny hands.


Triangle with Walkin Legs


Santa Claus with 2 handles and a wheel

Spider with dangerous legs


Shark with hurt mouth and tummy hurt.


A snake with lips on its tongue, in water with a pink neck.


Fish with 3 eyes and 2 tails and 6 people riding him.


Two tiny whales

osmicturquois  asked:

sooo ive been following you for a few days (great junker content!) and happened to search hell pigs in google images and saw you had already drawn some... now have you considered... roadhog with hell pigs? i know he is usually drawn with tiny baby teacup piggies but i think this would be an interesting idea ^^

AUGH YES. I LOVE HELL PIGS. enteledonts are one of my fave prehistoric animals. they are also called ‘terminator pigs’ and i fucking love that. like that is a term people decided on lmao and they have the coolest skulls holy shit

look at them CHOMPERS GODDD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. idc they’re more closely related to whales or hippos or whatever they are perfect terrifying demon pigs and i now wanna draw roadhog with like 3

also thank you omg <3 

Early Morning Rituals

Adam POV

The pitter patter of little feet against the hardwood floor that was accompanied by childish giggles awoke me from my slumber. This was a morning routine that I both loved and hated. The only part that I hated was the fact that it was 6:24am and it should be illegal to be awake this early. It was like this child couldn’t ever sleep past 7am, but even that is too early. As the noises get louder, I pretend to still be asleep, knowing that she loves waking me up, even though I am already awake. I am going to need to teach her to quieten down her approach, or just sleep longer, probably the latter. 

“I turn my back and whip my hair and just shake it off.” A smirk appears on my face as I hear as the bedroom door opens and my favourite little girl walks in. Knowing she would be by my bedside in a matter of seconds, the smirk disappears and I “sleep”.

I soon feel a tiny little finger poking my cheek, attempting to wake me up. Keeping my eyes closed and not moving, I tell her “10 more minutes, baby.” Following the usual script we have in the morning. 

As if on cue she says her line “Dada, pleeeease.” Drawing out the ‘e’ and knowing that I couldn’t resist when she called me Dada. I open my eye that currently wasn’t pressed against the mattress. All I saw was a mini version of her mother. Her hair in two little pig-tails on either side of her head, wearing a cat pyjama top and just a diaper with her red sippy cup in her hands. A small pout was upon her face and her eyebrows crinkled. 

“You know Hannah, you’re exactly like you’re mother when she wants to get her own way.”  I sigh, knowing that Taylor pulls exactly the same face when she wants something. A small giggle escapes her lips and she leans against the mattress to start poking my face again. Although, this time, just as she was about to touch my face, I grabbed her quickly and pulled her onto the bed, her sippy cup being dropped in the process. 

She let out a loud squeal at the sudden movement and when she was safely on the bed, I started to tickle her. Her laugh was something that I would never get tired of hearing, even at 6:26am. “Daddy, stop! Stop!” Hannah managed to squeeze out inbetween her giggles and gasping for breath, a huge smile on her face. Once I could see that she was going to pee herself if I carried on, I stopped. I positioned myself so that I was leaning against the headboard. My legs were stretched out in front of me, and Hannah was laying back against them, recovering from the tickling session we just had. 

After around 5 minutes of recovery time, I bent my knees and brought my legs up towards my body, Hannah now inbetween my torso and legs. I looked into her eyes. They were probably the only physical trait she had of me. Once I saw her looking back at me, I raise my left eyebrow at her and a smirk grew on my face. She knew what was coming because she started to squirm against my legs. I took a deep breath in and quickly lifted up her pyjama shirt to reveal her stomach. I then proceeded to blow consecutive raspberries against her skin. I could feel her little hands against my head trying to push me away from her, but her attempts were useless against my adult strength, her giggles echoing throughout the house. 

Once I was finished blowing the raspberries, I leant back against the headboard again. “Can we please do it now, Daddy?” Her innocent voice asks as she tries to climb off of my lap to get down to the floor. When I could see that she was struggling with the task I helped her down as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet hitting the wooden floor. “Anything for you, my sweet-pea.” I tell her, knowing that she is rapped around my little finger. 

She steps closer to me, standing inbetween my legs. I move my hands up towards her pig-tails to let them out. She winces slightly at the pulling “Sorry baby, but its done now.” I reassure her, giving her a gentle kiss on her forehead. When her hair fell down against her shoulders she stepped back slightly. 

Seeing that she was ready for our morning ritual, I put my hands over my head and start to pull my white t-shirt over my head, stopping just before it all came off, making it look like I had hair. I look back at Hannah and give her a look, asking if she was ready. She bit her bottom lip and nodded her head. 

“I whip my hair back and forth, I whip my hair back and forth!” We both sing at the top of our lungs. At the same time Hannah was whipping her hair around and I was whipping around my t-shirt that I was holding onto my head with my hands. 

The routine carried on for around 2 minutes when we both had to stop because we wouldn’t control our giggles and due to the fact that my ‘hair’ had fallen off. Hannah rested her head on my thigh, tired from the early morning and the dance session. I started to run my hand through her hair, knowing that it calmed her down, a trick that I used with Taylor as well. 

Thinking about it, there is nothing in this world that could replace these moments that I shared with my baby girl. No matter how much I hated the early wake ups, I would give everything to be able to do this with her morning, it was something that I really missed when I was away because of gigs. 

When the bedroom door opened, both Hannah and I’s head whipped over to look at it. “Well, look who it is,” I continued, “My favourite girl and my favourite boy” I spoke towards Taylor who had just walked into our bedroom, holding our 4 month old baby boy, Jake. “Hey Daddy, I thought I was your favourite girl?!” I hear the little voice in front of me ask. I turned around to look at her, she had the same look on her face she did when I told her I wanted ten more minutes sleep. Except this time, her arms were folded in front of her, showing me that she wasn’t impressed with what I had just said. 

“Princess,” I say to her as I pick her up and place her on the leg that her head just lay on. “You’re,” I continue, placing my index finger under her chin, lifting her head so that she was looking me in the eyes. “You’re my favourite little girl. Mommy is my favourite big girl, okay?” I whisper to her, so only she could hear, rubbing my thumb against her soft cheek. When I had finished talking to her, she knelt up and wrapped her arms around my neck, well, as well as she could with her little arms. “You’re my favourite Daddy, Daddy.” She whispered into my ear, as I wrapped my arms around her tiny frame, squeezing her close to me. 

Jake reminded us that both him and Taylor were still in the room when he started crying. Hannah climbed onto the bed and stood up, trying to see her baby brother in her mothers arms. “Why is Jakey always crying, Mommy?” She asks. I give Hannah an answer before Taylor could say anything “He just needs some Daddy time, don’t you little man?” I ask, knowing that he couldn’t give me a proper response. I walk towards Taylor, putting my hands on either side of her face and pull her in for a long, hard kiss. When Hannah started shouting at us to stop, Taylor pulled away as I took little Jake into my arms.

I started to bounce the baby in against my shoulder as I walked around the master bedroom, knowing that this movement calmed him down. I was so engrossed at looking at Jake that I didn’t see that Taylor and Hannah had climbed back into bed and under the covers. Hannah was lying atop of Taylor, her head against her mothers chest, asleep, while Taylor leaned her back against the headboard. When Hannah was a baby, that position was the only way she would fall asleep, they tried to stop the habit very quickly when she was a baby, but even now, three years later, it still put their little girl to sleep. 

When I looked back at Jake and noticed that he too was also asleep, I slowly walked over to the king size bed and climb in. I shuffled over towards Taylor, Jake still asleep in my arms. Once I was close enough to Taylor, I moved Jake so that he was against my other shoulder, making my side closest to Taylor free. When he had settled back down I put my arm over her shoulders and pull her in towards my body. She rested her head against my shoulder, just like our son just had previously. I turned my head towards her and used my free hand to pull her head towards my lips and placed a gentle kiss in her hair. 

I broke the silence that had filled the room since the children had fallen asleep. “Thank you for giving me these two amazing kids, Tay.” I whisper against her hair, placing yet another kiss there. “You’re such an amazing Mommy to these angels. I wouldn’t be able to do it without you.” I rest my head against hers and she replies to me, my hand falling down to rub against her bare arm. 

Taylor was rubbing soothing circles on Hannahs back and she slept, her other hand resting on my thigh. “And you’re the best Daddy for my children. There is no one else in this world that I would want to have my kids. I love you, you know that?” She lifted her head off of my should and brought her lips to mine. We shared a kiss, an awkward kiss, with both kids using us as pillows, making our movement limited. “It’s a good thing that I love you too.” I whispered against her lips, kissing her again quickly. 

“Did you ever see our lives turning out like this?” She asked me after a few minutes of silence. “Six years ago, when we met at the Elle Style Awards, did you think that we would make it this far?” 

“Baby,” I say, using my free hand to lift her chin so that she was looking at me, just like I had previously done with Hannah earlier. “The minute I laid eyes on you, I could see forever. I could see us getting married and having little Adams and Taylors running around our house. I could see us growing old together and you spoiling our grandkids. I could see it all. You were my forever from day one.” I looked into her eyes for every word that I spoke, making sure that I was speaking the truth. 

“You successfully buried yourself inside my head,” She quotes back to me, teasing me by using the words that I had spoken to her just two days after I had met her. Tears had fallen down her now red cheeks during our exchange of words. Leaning forwards, I pressed gentle kisses over her tears, essentially wiping them away. 

“You’re my favourite human, Mrs Wiles.” I whispered to her, leaning in to kiss her on the lips.

“You’re my favourite human too, Mr Wiles.” She giggles as she repeats the words I just said to her, her breath hot against my lips. 

“Hey!” A little sleepy voice broke us apart, she hadn’t moved from her position or even opened her eyes, just spoke. “Don’t forget about me.” She mumbled, falling back asleep just as she finished speaking. 

Taylor and I both let out a gentle giggle, making sure not to wake our kids in the process. “How could we ever forget about you Princess?” Taylor spoke as she moved her hand to run through her daughters hair. “I love you.” She whispered against Hannahs head, placing a delicate kiss where she just spoke. 

It was in that moment that I realised that this is what I had always dreamed of. Having the love of my life by my side with our kids. Sure, we were a far from normal family but I would give up the fame and the fortune to be able to keep this. None of it mattered if my family wasn’t by my side.