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sanctiichor · 2 years

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Guess who’s back...back again ovo ✨

#no it's not slim shady #BUT !#meeee!!#i think i've finally passed the hurdle of my depressive episode and things have finally settled down~#thanks to those who checked in on me <3 #i love you all sm <3 #and i missed it here even if i wasn't even gone for that long heh he #gonna do a bit of a clean up on things #then get to what i owe uvu #despite it being midnight #but sssh #i have tomorrow off so :p #:: out of light :: ( ooc )

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captainrufflebanger · 2 months

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Hi! I'm from twitter (simple follower) but i wanted to say anonymously that i love your art <3

Your Alcina depiction will forever be one of my favourite ones. She's so HERSELF & recognisable and i love that you give her a soft stomach and realistic bodytype in general.

It's such a treat among certain male gaze-y depictions (where all her weight centers at two places haha)

Your art is soo impactful and important!! It feels as you draw her while genuinely liking this character (sorry for being an extremely cheesy weirdo); as I've said, certain art feels soulless and objectified way too much

Thank you for being cool and drawing older women the way they deserve to be portrayed

Anon I need you to know I read this at 7am, cried into my tea, went to work, came home, read it again, cried aGAIN, and dug this sketch out of the WIP void just for you. You've left me speechless and I can't even begin to thank you enough for your kind words right now. May The Big Woman™ bring you happiness.

#FUCK I AM CRYING AGAIN WHILE TYPING THIS I'VE BEEN ABSOLUTELY OBLITERATED EMOTIONALLY (POSITIVE)#lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #re8 #resident evil village #resident evil alcina #little peeky of cheeky there sssh don't tell the mods #I like to think she's got a cadou scar on her upper back since that's where her dress has that little opening under the capelet #Sighs... Big Lady brought me so much joy the past 3 years... and now I need her help again more than ever #captain's art log

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koroart · 1 year

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Say hi to your new stepdad Felix ✨

#sssh I know his mom is alive I KNOW #just let me have my fun!!!#Felix would rather die than have dimitri as a step-brother #:: my art #felix hugo fraldarius #lambert egitte blaiddyd #rodrigue achille fraldarius #in spirit #fe3wh #fe3h #fire emblem felix #fire emblem lambert #fire emblem three hopes #fire emblem three houses #do lambert and rodrigue have a ship name?#I’ve seen a few but idk which one is the proper one #lambrigue #I think I spelled it right

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bossybigeyes · 2 months

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terror tarot 3/?

pt. 1, pt. 2, redbubble

I. THE MAGICIAN (Le Vesconte) adaptation, skill, resourcefulness

II. THE HIGH PRIESTESS (Silna) wisdom, intuition, change

XVIII. THE MOON (Crozier) mystery, deception, subconscious

XIX. THE SUN (Fitzjames) glory, radiance, positivity

#honestly i don’t think the moon is a good fit for crozier but i wanted him in a pair with jfj so sssh :)#the terror #the terror amc #terror tarot #francis crozier #jared harris #james fitzjames #tobias menzies #fitzier #henry le vesconte #henry thomas dundas le vesconte #declan hannigan #lady silence #silna #nive nielsen #VERY pleased with magician le vesconte though if you think of the rider waite deck

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kickis-conan-king · 1 month

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Dear Reader fanart! (again) This time an Actual Scene instead of just random doodles. Dear Reader is truly a new fandom classic at this point, so if you haven’t read it, do!!! If you have read it, and loved it, please please go flood @heavilycaffeinatedsblog with praise and love and appreciation etc

#I may or may not be working on an animatic for a king and his fisherman #sssh it’s literally just thumbnails rn #klance #lance mcclain #keith kogane #voltron #my art #lance #klance fic #klance fic recs #dear reader #klance fanart #I also really want to draw the scene where Keith busts in on Zarkon’s office to rescue Lance #maybe I’ll do it comic style flex my skillz lol

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muffinlance · 7 months

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Weird question but do you think I could put that my art was in Li’s Book of Friends on my resume? Totally cool if not I’ve just barely done anything in my life and I’m rather proud of that lol. You don’t have to answer publicly

ABSOLUTELY. It's on my resume, too!

Potential buzz word vomit: you were a "featured artist" who "coordinated with a grassroots team of over fifty international artists and writers to produce an illustrated fantasy travelogue that has raised over $3,000 USD in support of wildlife conservation."

Always list fannish works on your resume. They sounds AMAZING as long as you talk around the fandom name.

#I got my first com sci teaching job on the basis of my volunteer web site building and maintenance of an international writing forum #read: an X-Men RPG forum #similarly #yes inquisitive relatives Spouse and I met on that self-same writing forum #sssh don't ask follow up questions #Li's Book of Friends

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pickles4nickles · 4 months

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2024 is Year of the Dragon and I surprisingly don't... really... have a dragon OC (Charcoal and Torch don't count) that I'm passionate enough about to make a new year piece with?

So instead I'm going (to try) to draw a bunch of Dragon-type Pokemon and queue them up for every Monday and Friday from the 1st of January to the 9th of February, the day right before Lunar New Year.

First up is Dragonite!

#pokemon #dragonite #pickle art #picklemon #yotd 2024 #yeah I drew this one in 2023 but signed it 2024 sssh

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wardingshout · 1 year

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angels

#shin megami tensei v #smt v #megaten #angel #camael #my art #that Camael is old he kickstarted my productivity a while back #a lot of this stuff is old sssh

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kitmarlowe · 1 year

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Inside No. 9: The Last Weekend

#inside no 9 #inside no. 9 #steve pemberton #reece shearsmith #gif #inside no 9 spoilers #in9 spoilers #what if we just ignore the ending #reece and steve: but that's the story!!!#sssh you introduced denial #i'm kidding it was very in9 never trust anything they give you #i thought i won't gif the dance because someone else will be on that and i still end up making a near identical post to someone soz

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jayninjago · 1 month

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I knew it youre a fucking traitor, youre a traitor, you fucking biiitch

#bodies bodies bodies ref for the cap but sssh #uuuhm fake redemtion jay au anyone???#jay tag #mxt #self harm

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infini-tree · 2 months

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and many happy returns

Summary: Maybe there was a reason Harold's birthday never came up, he realized. (PPU-verse)

A/N: woe, personal take on the ppu-verse upon ye! this was originally supposed to be a comic, but quickly hashing out a short excerpt in two days is easier for me at the moment.

i realize there's a lot of one-off lines that imply something in the ppu-verse, but i think how things changed in comparison to the mainverse is pretty self-explanatory? though it might just be self-explanatory because its been in my head for long enough that i'm used to it.

honestly, the challenge with writing these guys is that they have a shades of being an Unreliable Narrator to them. and there's two layers of unreliability, if you squint!

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George looked up to the Treehouse with nervousness in his gut. From the sounds, it was clear that Harold was already in there. Or a raccoon.

It was three years since he had moved to Jerome Horwitz and was moved up a grade. Three years since he was subsequently brought back to kindergarten. But most importantly, it had been three years since him and Harold met.

It was only a week ago that he overheard Harold's birthday was coming up.

He clasped the box in his hands a little tighter. He remembered seeing Harold linger at the display for it and trying to play it off, so he was sure he'd like it. Maybe.

He owed him a lot, maybe too much. Which was why he scrounged up his allowance for this. His birthdate was a more difficult thing to pick up, since it never came up in all their years of hanging out.

Before he lost his nerve, he threw the box into his backpack and climbed up the ladder.

"Harold! H--"

The next words get lodged up in his throat at the sight of the other boy throwing something at the walls of their treehouse lair. Repeatedly. Before slumping to the floor.

"Harold!" he scrambled up the final leg of the ladder, awkwardly bellyflopping onto the wood floor.

The boy flinched, conveniently obscuring... whatever it was. "Don't."

It seemed that he wasn't satisfied by the results, so he had started to bash the thing against the floor one last time so hard it shook the Treehouse.

After a moment of silence (and making sure the Treehouse didn't topple over), he slowly made his way over to him.

Step, he could see something bounce the light from outside onto the floor. Step, there was a whiff of plastic and the sound of crinkling. Step, he could see bright paper peek out from the spaces between the other boy's fingers.

"’S a gift from dad," Harold spat out in lieu of an explanation or apology or anything else.

George made a face. Yeah, that tracked. Very few things made him that mad.

As mad as he can get, he didn't like blowing up. He liked being sneaky, and being in control as he watched everyone else run around like chickens with no heads. In fact, he was super careful to never destroy any of George's stuff for some reason.

Harold's own stuff was free game, though. The boy stared at a dollar store plastic bat with a dent in it.

"The gift must've really stunk if you're this mad."

That, thankfully made the other boy let out an amused huff. "Yeah. It did."

"Then--" he gave a pointed glance at the box at his feet. "What's in that thing?"

A pause. "Workbooks."

He made a big show of leaning on the other boy's shoulder. On what little of the cover he could see, dead-eyed look of stock photo animals in a classroom looked back at him. "I don't think a bat would've made a dent in them."

Harold quickly slapped him away, more playful than anything.

"I used that before I knew what was in them, dummy." The light atmosphere didn't last for long, though. He gave an angry glare at the gift. “I was hoping I could break it.”

“Why, though?”

Harold’s hands clenched at the bright paper. Glitter smeared into his palms before he finally let go of them. “He does this… thing on my birthday. Mom too. 'S not even for me-- not really. More for what they want me to be.”

It wasn’t much of an explanation. But George thinks he gets it.

Harold's dad was a weird guy. He didn’t live with him and his mom and his baby sister. From what little he’s heard and seen at the Hutchins driveway, he sounded… nice. But he knew that didn’t mean much of anything when his actions didn’t match. His mom had the opposite problem.

And most importantly, neither of his parents were here on his birthday. Sure, it was a weekday, but it was Spring break, for crying out loud!

Silence.

"I didn't even want a dumb gift!" He kicked the wrapped books-- tried to, but it barely grazed it. "Birthdays are dumb, anyway!"

George was not a words guy. That's what Harold was for. But right now, he had to find the right ones. His mouth tried to form the right shape silently. The words were there, all he had to do was--

"You think you still have those sparklers from the New Year's?"

Harold blinked.

"We can try and make those-- those, uh-- bonfires!--" He gave a pointed glance at the offending gift. "It's early for it, but it's pretty warm out. It can work."

It took a moment for him to put two and two together, but when it finally clicked– Harold broke out into a sly grin. He stood up like he ate half a pound of sugar before clapping a hand to his shoulder.

"Man, see that's why you're here-- ideas."

He tried to match his smirk. "I thought I was here for drawing?"

"That, too."

The both of them made their way out of the Treehouse with a skip in their sneaking. The both of them decided to split up and come back to Harold's backyard. Said Harold had taken to getting not only the sparklers, but anything remotely flammable, and George pilfered his kitchen for anything they could roast.

There wasn't any marshmallows, but there was leftover pizza and sliced pineapples in a tubberware which arguably was better. He cut the pizzas up to be kebab stick stabbing size and placed it over the grill.

"We should do this every year." Harold leaned forward from his lawn chair and fed a page into the flames.

"What if the gift next year isn't flammable?"

"I'm sure we could think of something." He let out a sharp laugh. "You know, I think this is the first time I'm actually looking forward to it."

George leaned back into his chair. He couldn't help but feel relieved-- not only because that he felt that he had partially repaid him (though, that was a bonus). Nah, seeing Harold's face light up every time he lit up a page was... fun.

(Not the right word, he thought. But again-- he wasn't here for words.)

The comfortable kinda-silence crackled on. Harold kept feeding the grill more pages as hey fed on their pizza and pineapples until both were gone. Eventually, even the fire died out and the both of them were forced to close the grill and made it seem like nothing happened.

Now, there was nothing except the lingering smell of smoke.

Harold gave a curious glance back at him. "What were you going to say?"

"Huh?"

"When you were climbing up the Treehouse, before you saw..." He vaguely gestured to the workbook-- or the cover that remained. "All that."

He was suddenly extremely aware of the weight in his bag. He looked to the grill. Then to him. And then gave a dismissive wave, trying to play off his shock. "I thought you finally found the raccoon that kept getting into the snack stash."

Harold let out an incredulous laugh. It had none of his usual sharpness, but all the volume he expected.

"You thought I was fighting a raccoon?!"

"I mean it was raccoon sized--" He gave a glance to the covers. "Or, was."

"Besides, we all know you're the one who keeps taking all the Sweet Patches." The words held no accusatory heat, but it did have a whiff of a challenge.

"Says the guy who keeps hogging all the Jelly Burgers!" George threw his bag off to the side and began run at the other boy.

Before he could react, he was quickly tackled to the ground as they began to play-wrestle in the grass. That was quickly called off as Harold had suddenly gotten an idea for a comic while faceplanted on the ground.

He could give the dolphin-shaped mini-soaker another time, play it off as something else.

#mellsian fanfics #captain underpants #alternate joke title to this was 'adhd be damned these boys can work a grill'#fudged the time for spring break for this sssh

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existential-labrador · 7 months

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Mobius, episode 2