Everyone Play Nice With That Child, Pico Will Know If You Dont

A lil break from the comic. I obviously have ship preferences I think but I am absolutely not immune to @ochrearia s poly propaganda. Their fics DEFINITELY made me a fan.

My half of a collaboration with @inkpotachilles !!!

Probably won't finish this but Rocky definitely deserves some kind of appreciation

Its my birthday wish to post art for a Fandom that has been dead since the 2000s : 3

Is it just me or do Fandom spaces feel less welcoming nowadays?

Darnell is Picos best friend and right hand man. For many many years they where absolutely attached at the hip and even now as adults they chose to live close together. D is a kind man with genuine intentions, but destructive with his habits. He is a pyromaniac, and despite his best efforts to pull back, never seems to let go of his lighter. Because of this, clothes and furniture come and go very quickly in his life.

Darnell has also been saddled with extreme survivors guilt. Even with the knowledge the game he came from isn't real, he still can't shake the memory of his best friend sacrificing everything while he couldn't do a thing.

A lil somthing for @shed-the-god

You're art made me so happy and I hope I can give back a little ♡

Didn't wanna wait to post this one. All of it was pretty experimental, so it is messy, but I was inspired so-

Firestorm's paws pounded against the muddy ground, his legs desperately moving as he ran, his striped pelt flashing with ginger streaks in the evening light. His tail tip was singed as flames licked at his back, threatening to consume him. Behind him, his home burned away, the raging flames of a forest fire eating up the only place he felt truly safe. Thunderclan warriors raced for the river, their ears pressed back and their eyes wide with terror. They had already lost Owlback, who had insisted on staying and defending his home. Steelthroat had tried to save him, but he refused to budge, and Firestorm had no idea if the elder was even still alive. Steelthroat was now leaping over fallen trees beside his leader, looking shocked and utterly panicked. Emberstrike and Blackwidow were running side by side just a few mouse lengths ahead of him, trying to keep the apprentices in line while each carrying one of Heatherberry's kits.

Firestorm took a glance behind his shoulder, skidding to a halt with a gasp. The flames had taken over the whole forest, burning away trees and ferns, brambles and flowers. It should have scared him to his core, left him shaking with terror. He should have been sobbing with despair as his world burned down around him. But he couldn't bring himself to feel anything. Anything but pure, complete awe. The bright flames lit up the evening, casting an eerie glow onto his fur. It warmed his pelt and soothed his aching legs. No, he wouldn't feel scared of it. It was beautiful. Too gorgeous to ever fear. In fact, he wanted *more*. Wanted to watch the every clan burn just to bask in that wonderful glow of ignited plant life.

Emberstrike's voice faded in above the crackling of the inferno, and he whipped his head around, spotting his best friend staring at him with horror filled eyes. Firestorm took one last look at the beauty destroying his home and turned, fleeing to safety with his friends.

Took a lil break to do some art trades and binge Dungeon Meshi ♡