saragrosie

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Lizards are back to the forefront of my brain I'm playing with outfits now

When the aperture shuts, too much exposure

Finally figured out how to permanently disable google assistant on phone

THE DEW... THE VALLEY...

A Haley I drew for lesbian day and some ancient sketches of my wife + a redesign of his cabin so it's more of a home

Beach Goromi 🩷

IT'S HERE!!!!!!!! LATE animatic for 1st day of Youson Week!! :) "First night" stuff. I wanted to put something special in here and make a little story (+ some wanychwilsons lore reveal????) :3333333

Audio from Corpse Bride

@mxboxlocks THANKS FOR THIS CHALLENGE!! QWQ It's been a long time since I've felt capable of such things in such a short time. I made it in a day! Just at a discount for giving my wrist a break and for an afternoon nap.

YAY >W< well be happy to hear som feedback ahahhzhzyyhah >w< i think ill make animatics for the last days of challenge as well

"Beautiful, Beautiful Is Boring"

Commission for @blutesser

Reunion

Is that contraband in my pocket or an I just happy to see goromi

Mermaid goromi bc I was doing the speargun fishing mini game in y6 and I was swimming around and thinking “sighhh I miss goromi”

She’s a star! 🌟

Stobotnik in some outfits from "No Problems" by ONICKS and Marquis Jordan

I don’t listen to podcasts, but I would if these three had one. Honestly would love to have a girls brunch with them. Bitching with these three would heal me of everything.

I insert butch Stone into everything I can 🧍‍♀️✨️

quick sketch of this pic I saw on pinterest but I'm not sure where it's from originally

Doing Sisko in the style of an Eastern Orthodox Icon painting because recent events have got me thinking about that type of thing

Details under the cut

The crash was sudden. Instinct brought him to his feet and took his eyes to the corners, the shadows--all empty. The world sharpened, every sound and movement painted across his senses in sudden vibrant color. Not an explosive. Ever since Ab-Tzenketh that was the first, quivering question his mind asked. Not an explosive. No steps, no voices. The walls were whole, and the silence remained undisturbed save for the quiet scrape of chair as the doctor stood. They stared suspiciously at one another across the stretch of table. “What was that?” Bashir asked finally. “You tell me, Doctor.” “You can’t seriously think it has something to do with me?” Oh, I can, Doctor. But in this case, he didn’t. The taut alertness in the doctor’s body was entirely unfeigned. “No, merely that you have the better hearing.” “It—it came from the kitchen. Sounded like crashing…or falling.” Garak’s fingers found the grip of the disruptor tucked at his hip and pushed through into the kitchen. The room stood as placid as he’d left it, a few dishes sitting innocent on the counter, a half-drunk bottle of kanar decanted and casting a long, still shadow in the moonlight. Room empty. Windows unbroken. Blinds drawn. But something—something is different— The teapot. He found her sprawled, hidden by the bulk of the counter, at the jamb of the backdoor. The door itself lay cracked on its hinges, and, outside, the nightlocusts screeched, grating across the grayscale silence all around. She’d pulled a shelf down as she fell, the ceremonial teapot scattered in jagged crumbs around her. Garak had seen plenty of corpses in his time. After a while, contrary to what most imagined, one grew inured. Eventually the glazed serenity of the eyes, the stiffness of the limbs, the eerie stillness of chest and mouth were mere details to be noted just as one might note height or eye color or symmetry of face. No, the sight of death hadn’t affected him for many years. What he’d never quite grown immune to was the sight of the dying. Shivering agony in the eyes. Fluttering, soundless lips. The clutch of hands…Loral… Every one of her gray hairs was still perfectly in place. It seemed obscene. “Garak? Is everything alright?” The human’s voice was small. “Oh, God. Is she—wait--“ Before Garak could object, the doctor was crouched beside him, finger to Loral’s ashen temple. He took two breaths, brow furrowed, then switched to her wrist. A terrible keening sound. The doctor’s voice transformed, calm and strong in a way Garak wouldn’t have thought possible for one so young. “Loral, listen to me. You may be having a heart attack.” She shook her head in silent terror. Pressed her hand to the center of her chest. “Yes, but it’s alright: I have everything necessary to handle it in the medkit downstairs.” Garak didn’t register what he was saying until the doctor’s urgent, commanding eyes pressed against his. “In the medkit downstairs.” Garak sprang to retrieve it. The medkit he found in the laboratory was Parmak’s, the rugged hide bag with the small stitching of the Hebitian sun on the corner. Garak had bought it when Parmak got his job with the Bureau. A gift. Had he left it here? Had he—

Focus, Elim.

His error didn’t occur to him until he was halfway back up the stairs. The door swept open in the moonlight. The screech of the insects… Damnit, you might as well have handed him the keys to skimmer and drawn him a map to the shuttleport. But, to his relief, the only move the doctor had made was to prop Loral’s back slightly with a tablecloth. He sat beside her talking in low, gentle tones. The boy…hadn’t taken it. As easy an out as he was like to have, and he’d stayed. Perhaps he’d believed that bit about the theta-band detonator after all… Inside he quaked with a terrible mix of adrenaline and gratitude and fear, but the hand that extended the medkit to the doctor was as steady as ever. He looked at it with detached admiration. “Thank you, Doctor.” The human didn’t respond, lost in the medical scanner. A probe’s mistake, Elim. He could hear Tain’s voice, sharp with disgust. Sentiment has dulled your wits. Trying to stay out of the doctor’s way, he sat and took the old woman’s hand. Now’s not the time, Father. The medical scanner beeped worryingly. One didn’t have to be a doctor to recognize the urgency of the alarm. Loral’s eyes lolled in fear. Make yourself useful, for the love of State. You may not be able to handle her heart as the doctor can, but you can handle it in your own way… He forced a light expression. “Loral, if you wanted a day off, all you had to do was ask.”  A tug in her cheeks. Good. “You’re not to die until you’ve finished preparing the cakes for Union Day… and, you know, thinking on it, I haven’t the first clue how to steam those K’r’rausian silk tunics. Imagine! Me on Union Day without my silk tunics, Loral! A true tragedy.” The dry exhale of what might have been a chuckle. “No, I’m afraid you’re going to have to stick around a bit longer, my dear.” For the briefest of seconds, he felt Bashir glance up from the scanner. Their eyes met and something stirred. Deep, from a place he barely recognized. He hoped the doctor saw the same respect reflected back at him.

Excerpt from AlphaCygni's Garashir AU fic "Proof"

Illustration by me, @bleuuughhh-blog

Have this thing!

I find myself doubting my ability to choose an excerpt of the appropriate size and type to best represent this story and the scene I drew for it; not so long that it impedes on AC's delicately built intrigue, nor so short that it's impossible to get one's footing in the text. I doubt my ability to represent this scene well enough not just in my excerpt but also in my artwork: I doubt if it's detailed enough, well enough composed, *legible* enough.

What I don't doubt, however, is the stunning quality of the story from which this scene comes, nor the extent to which I will endorse it and sing its praises. Hats off to you @alphacygni and your phenomenal fic from years ago lol. It's irreparably changed my brain chemistry and my standard for both romances and tragedies alike. I hope you don't mind the continuous art posts and tags because I definitely have more scenes to create and share!

Anyone feel free to ask me for Garashir scribbles BTW. I do art for a living and doing dumb lil doodles helps me relax and sometimes get out of artist's block. Still exploring and learning in this absolutely wonderful fandom 💕

Click the first image to see the hairs on Bashir's lil head better

me and stevo talk about the commodification of alternative crowds

the dog, unleashed

I finally did it

My very first animatic

@lalalaurieart

H-O-T-T-O-G-O, you can take me hot to go 🎶

Hey so trans folks, your attitude about drag needs to change REAL quick.

Life is not RuPaul. That is not how most communities of drag work. Drag is DOMINATED by trans performers in areas other than hollywood. I know many trans women, trans men, and nonbinary people who do ALL sorts of drag, myself included. The amount of cis people in the community is a massive minority. I think I know a single cis white gay queen, only one.

Immediately shitting on drag or assuming because someone rec’d it to you they think less of you or who you are is insane. Local drag communities are some of the most accepting, punk spaces I’ve ever been in. Everyone is welcome, even the ‘squares’. They are FULL of trans and nonbinary people, who do drag at a net loss for the sake of having fun and entertaining others. Even online there is a plethora of drag entertainment that includes and is focused on trans performers.

Stop fucking making it out like the majority of queens are crossdressing cis men - it is not true in the slightest.

sm1 rob and villain stone 🥴 (for @lalalaurieart!)

some sort of...some sort of-

“Inhuman”

Animation done on Procreate Dreams

(full animation below, still images in the reblogs 💪)

“Inhuman”

Animation done on Procreate Dreams

(full animation below, still images in the reblogs 💪)

I'm sure seeing hallucinations of your dead lover boss is a sign that you're doing fine

growing up and finding out spaz is like, a slur was crazy for me. i thought that was just my moms cute little nickname for me

here’s my animatic for @lalalaurieart ‘s stobotnik contest! really grateful for this opportunity to actually work on and execute an idea I’ve had for a bit. love torturing this guy with feelings

Sketches of him