you sir are a work of art


So, I bought a kind of a miniature dragon for my Dragonknight, and immediately ended up sketching like 3-4 pages worth of silly doodles about their interactions. So here: the adventures of Davius and Snek.

I can’t believe I actually took time to color and shade all these. o_o Ah well, good practice to ensure that my new system works properly.

Memoirs of Dre-sha
  • Memoirs of Dre-sha
  • Spikey Belmont and Sir the Sir (feat. that-cosplay-sans)
  • Cursetale and Blesstale Art Trades and Shitposts

“Memoirs of Dresha” art chain with audio~  Listen to the entire track for a bonus we added.  Thanks again for allowing us to dub your work @cursetale and @blesstale it was a LOT of fun. HOPE YOU ENJOY!!
Voice of Dre: @spikeybelmont
Voice of Zunde: @ehhhh-why-not-voices




Sarah and friends in the Labyrinth. 

SPECIAL COMMISSION! There are still spots available for the holidays. Everything is on sale! Please see this post for details. This is a special custom commission illustration. I am happy to work with you to get you the piece you want. 

If you can’t commission me, please consider reblogging! It would be a huge help to me. (Oh, and prints of this are available for purchase.) Thanks everybody :)

There are just so many times, I can’t tell you when they happen. Selfishly they are my moments. If I broke that moment with words, it would be lost.

For a few seconds I just have to stop, it’s an uncontrollable feeling, I just freeze. Time slows down and I just look at you, take you all in.

The adrenaline mixed with love and lust creates a powerful feeling and I see you, there before me, and the moment takes hold.

The sheer beauty never ceases to take away my heavy breath, knowing what I see is mine leaves me speechless. A few seconds where I’m vulnerable, not weak, just outside myself looking in.

You don’t realise how much you mean to me. My words don’t do my feelings justice.

I process the mental picture and store it with the thousands of others. All you. All perfect. Like a work of art…

Physical Education

New multi-part Omelia fic. AU. Owen teaches at an all girls, posh, private school in London, and the new biology teacher catches his attention…

“Sir,” a young girl called out, “I’ve finished my drawing!”

“Bring it up then Natalie,” Owen Hunt told her, barely looking up from his novel- a story involving a female serial killer. “If you’ve finished you can get on with any other homework you have girls.”

The teenagers, one by one, finished and took their drawing to the teacher’s desk. Soon, they were bored of finishing homework, and they collectively decided initiate a conversation with their teacher.

“Mr Hunt, where is Miss Roper today?”

“She’s sick Sally,” he answered about the missing art teacher. “Work.”

“Are you qualified to teach us art?”

“Well, Sophie, considering all my qualifications are in sports and physical education, what do you think?” Owen grumbled.

“Sir, are you any good at art?” Ali, a particularly chatty student asked him.

“No, but you girls all seem to be. Well done. Now, homework, go!”

“But sir, it’s the beginning of term- we’ve not really got any homework…” Ali admitted.

“OK, well, read then,” he suggested, holding his book up in mid-air to demonstrate what a book actually was.

“How long have you been in London Mr Hunt?” Millie, a clever but disruptive student asked, cottoning on to the conversation idea. The American accent had always puzzled the girls and a variety of reasons for his move to the UK had done multiple rounds of gossip amongst the students at Grace Secondary Girls’ School.

“Erm, about four years, why?”

“Why did you come here?” Millie prodded further.

“For my family,” he answered.

“But sir, you’re not English,” Ali scoffed. “Surely your family is American?”

“No, my wife was English.”

“Are you MARRIED?!” Millie gasped. “How come we never knew?! You’ve been our sports teacher for three years and you never told us!”

“Firstly, I was married. Secondly, I wasn’t aware that you were entitled to my entire private life story Millie,” he chuckled.

“So you’re not married?” Sally asked.


“Sir, have you met the new biology teacher?” Sophie wondered, sounding more interested than usual.

“No, why?” Owen frowned.

“Oh, no reason really… she’s American like you, that’s all. I thought perhaps you knew her…”

Keep reading

Bigger version of the final lineup

And so, the MSA redesign project has finally come to an end. It’s crazy to think I started this little project back in April! :U Still, this was a fun project to work on. It was kind of neat to try and figure out the MSA ghost style, and how to translate other characters in that style.In the end, I don’t think I did too bad.

Anyways, thank you all for joining me while I worked on this, both showing support and providing feedback. You guys are great! Also a big thanks to Mystery Ben and his team. If it hadn’t been for all the hard work they put into Mystery Skulls Animated, then this project probably wouldn’t even be around.

I may do another redesign project in the future, but for now I’m fine with the conclusion of this one. Cheers!

“You did well on your first patrol, sire.”

“Leon, those raiders got away!”

“Oh? Well I was under the impression that you fought them back to the border! Be proud, Prince Arthur. Your first battle wound…”

Well here’s my second piece for the head-canon I have that Leon was an older brother sort of figure to Arthur… You can check out my first piece here! This scene is perhaps 5 years since the previous. Uther has given his son more duties, and Leon (near-knighthood) does his best to help. (My Art Tag)


anonymous asked:

Can we send you nudes🌸

Certainly…. so long as you’re legal! :)

I do love submits of any kind though. Whether its naughty or nice, stuffies or just a hello… a well wish for the day, or a great work of art… send what you like, mark it appropriately. Otherwise I will use my high IQ and common sense.


“What the hell is this?”

“It’s our new inquiry board, sir. So that the residents of our fine city can ask us about the inner workings of the watch. It’s a good way to open a path of communication between us and the people.”

“I never authorized that!”

“Yes, you did sir. You signed my written request only last week, sir.”

“Oh. I did?”

“Is there a problem, sir?”

“Uh… no. No, everything’s in order, Captain. As long as I don’t have to deal with the paperwork.”


My Star Wars Traditional Art - Painted with Watercolor & Pastel

-A New Hope- Available in my Etsy Shop: Here

-Ardas, Padmé Amidala- SOLD

-Stay with me tonight- Available in my Etsy Shop: Here

-Looking for the Golden Light- SOLD

-The Force will be with you always- Work in Progress

For anon (Sorry it took so long! I hope you do some fanart someday! I would love to see it if you ever do! c: )

-So my headcanon for their first meeting is that Charles had worked at a library when he met Sir, and that Sir had tried to bribe Charles with cash so he could smoke in the building, and Charles got too distracted by the H O T seriously look at Don Johnson in his Miami Vice days like hot damn

Dean & Amara "Kiss"

So I didn’t really see anyone mention it but doesn’t anybody find it creepy that Amara tried to suck Dean’s SOUL before she kissed him but when it didn’t work she kissed him to not look stupid, and can we talk about Dean? Like what the fucking is wrong with you sir? Did you take a page out of Sam’s book during season 4/5 and trying to get it on with the enemy, like dude. If we are going to force a heterosexual relationship on Dean can we please at least make it a good functioning one, like I get it, it’s Supernatural there’s going to be a lot of angst but c'mon that shit ain’t healthy dude.

Then Amara with her bullshit that we’re bonded and stuff like just because she was the Mark and he bared it, like so what, I got stabbed by this girl in 5th grade with her pencil and the led is stuck in me, but you don’t see me trying to become one with the pencil.

Plus the comparisons trying to be made to Dean/Castiel is invalidating everything, this ain’t Oprah. You just can’t be giving out bonds, like you get a bond, you get a bond, everybody gets a bond.

harkerling  asked:



That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now; Fra Pandolf’s hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will’t please you sit and look at her?

Good shit, weird painting, showin’ people your dead girlf, talkin’ up the artist, good times good times.

“Her mantle laps
Over my lady’s wrist too much,” or “Paint
Must never hope to reproduce the faint
Half-flush that dies along her throat.”


Sir, ’twas all one! My favour at her breast,
The dropping of the daylight in the West,
The bough of cherries some officious fool
Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule
She rode with round the terrace—all and each
Would draw from her alike the approving speech,
Or blush, at least. She thanked men—good! but thanked
Somehow—I know not how—as if she ranked
My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name
With anybody’s gift.

what if she never gave a fuck about me :(