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dailypenpen · 13 days
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A little obsession doesn't hurt anybody~ (/j)
These are my silly unhinged babies :) I'd love if anybody would want to interact with them! (no nsfw asks I will 👹)
Below the cut are their individual pictures!
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two of these poses (namely Charon's and Zephyrus) are from Mellon Soup!
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roseatebug · 4 days
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juin!
REBLOGS > LIKES
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sailor-sappho-draws · 7 months
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Magical Girl OC! Aiden Kelly, the chaos witch
A genderfluid aroace magical girl who loves to cause trouble.
Inspired by a character from this generator
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night-rhea · 4 months
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Referenceeeeee study but make it “?”
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ragdollartwork · 2 months
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Rockin’ out
(She/he/they)
Fumbling around with ProCreate
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flowering-thought · 11 months
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「 II 」
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To an artist, the soul is held through the eyes of those who can feel connection to something more than themselves.
But in a moment of darkness, art scatters through the wind and becomes void, a terrible void that one cannot escape solely through will alone.
It makes one wonder just how much an artist's art can represent the soul-crushing emotion of an angel saving them from death.
If you asked Briar what had happened that day they met you. They'd reply with a smile and a wink and say something elaborate and poetic.
They have always been free-spirited. A tall lanky person with long black hair kept tied into a ponytail. They tend to come off as androgynous, eventually coming out as genderfluid when they realize who they wanted to be in college.
But every artist occasionally gets burnout. This one came with thoughts they couldn't stop.
Thoughts that the world didn't care. Their friends weren't their friends. That everyone would be better off without them and that they weren't needed for anything.
And whenever they tried to paint it all away as they usually would have done, it came to a frustrated blob, splatters of paint, and in the end; rage.
They'd end up trying to destroy the canvas, despairing as their sobs wrecked their body and they crumbled to the floor with blood slowly seeping from the wounds where they ended up hurting themselves when attempting to destroy the canvas.
And they tried to reach out. They tried medication, and they tried therapy. But therapy didn't bring comfort, and the medications they tried made them feel off.
They knew some people who swore by those things but they also knew that it didn't work for everyone.
Their despair came to the point that after a massive breakdown one day, they couldn't take it anymore. They could have taken the pills at their desk but they didn't want to risk the chance of becoming a vegetable if the pills didn't kill them and only messed them up physically.
They read about it online. A bridge where the perfect time when the tide in the canal drops enough for the water to be at the ideal height. So after a drink or two they took off, the cold air pinching at their skin and loose sweatpants and a collared shirt covered in the result of their failed paintings.
They stopped in the middle of the bridge, glancing down at the dark water below. They gripped the edge of the stone railing and took a deep breath.
Nothing would change, would it? They'd still feel depressed even if they managed to start painting again. They wouldn't feel a thing for the people around them trying to show their sympathy.
Their art would be valueless and nothing would change.
As they lifted a leg and straddled the railing they heard a couple of steps before a hand gently grabbed their wrist, another hand coming to grab their hand as well.
"Wait." That was all they heard before they glimpsed up to see you. The worry in your eyes, the way your lips stayed slightly parted for preparation to speak again.
Your gentle but firm grip on their wrist and hand tethered them to something more than the mind-numbing feeling of wanting to die.
Your eyes showed every amount of hesitation, worry, sadness, and hope. And without knowing why, Briar started to cry, tears falling down their cheeks as they squeezed your hand just to feel the warmth you provided.
You didn't have to say anything else, you didn't think you would have to either. You wait for a moment, letting them cry on that railing before letting go of their hand and offering your other hand to them so you could help them off the railing.
They hesitated before they accepted your hand, their feet reaching the ground again before they finally felt the weight of what they were about to do.
They sobbed, their knees nearly caving in as they leaned against you for support. They felt sobs wrack their body and their shoulders shake as you slowly lead them to your home, setting them on your couch and wrapping a blanket around their shoulders.
You didn't often know what would make them feel better. The people you helped were done out of sympathy and a knowing of how they felt rather than just for the fuck of it.
You made sure the soft blanket wrapped around them well, softly petting their head before you left to make some tea.
A blend of butterfly pea flower with chamomile and a few other ingredients started to seep as you grabbed a clean plate from the dishwasher and placed a couple of chocolate chip cookies you had baked just last night.
Once you had the fresh tea you grabbed a bit of lemon juice and headed over to the table.
You placed the plate and tea cup in front of them before meeting their eyes, "Watch this hm?" You spoke, adding a bit of lemon to watch the color of the tea change before handing them the cup. The warmth spread through to their cold fingers, crying a bit more as they took a sip of the tea.
After a bit, when the tea was finished and the plate was empty, you gave their head another pat and told them to rest.
After you were sure they were resting you headed up to your own bed, ready to rest from your long night.
And unknown to you Briar had the first good dream in years, your face coming to them, your eyes softened as you caress your cheek and whisper reassurances to them. In their mind, they could have sworn they saw wings sprout from your back.
They woke up in the early hours of the morning, light barely coming through your curtains. They felt inspired as they quickly got up, they wanted to see you but it was too early for such a thing.
So they left, scrambling in front of the door to their home, finally getting it open and grabbing a tray and several paints. They grabbed a brand new canvas and started painting. They didn't need to sketch it, their mind was clear and their hands moved without thought.
The bottom of the canvas was painted as a pit, a dark pit in a tower, the background of the tower covered in vines and eroded bricks, light coming in from old windows, and the lack of roof providing even more and the edges of the tower eroded more in some places.
And above that pit, stood you, seemingly midair, feathers falling through the air and smudged paint in the shape of wings behind your back.
Briar was nearly satisfied, but they couldn't get your face right. They needed you to finish it. So they left it blank, your figure covered in white robes and your hands coming together to rest in front of your abdomen, holding your hands linked together.
They had to stop themself from caressing the freshly painted canvas.
And they spent weeks like that, painting as though their hands would fall off. If they ran out they'd get more. And eventually, the canvases they had abandoned were painted white to use as a fresh canvas.
Briar couldn't stop. How could they? The kindness you gave, the smile that reached the depths of their soul?
You were an angel! No, that word wasn't enough to compare what you were. You were a goddess. A goddess that reached through the pain of a person and took it so their soul would be free.
But one thing bothered them about their paintings. The face.
They couldn't get it right. While they saw your smile, they saw your eyes and kindness, they couldn't get any of it right. It made them sorrowful.
But as much as that single thought had plagued their mind, one of their friends who had been worried about them brought them to an art gallery. Briar knew they were trying to inspire and get them out of the house to see something that could get them out of their slump, but they didn't want to be looking at things that wouldn't help them paint the face of their savior.
But one thing caught their eye, a community board where it held flyers for similar events and other kinds of things like a missing pet and such.
But big words titled "Goddess of the Bridge" caught their eye the most. The same bridge they had nearly jumped off of was shown on the flyer and a QR code was right next to the image.
There was no way it was their savior right? No possible way right? Yet with hesitant hands, they brought their phone up to the code.
But before they could even pull up their camera a finger poked them on the shoulder and Briar nearly got whiplash from how fast their head turned to face none other than their friend who brought them here.
"Come, Briar! I have the perfect thing to get you out of your slump!" And so they were torn away from the curious sign and dragged around to one of their friend's professors was around looking for unfinished artwork to put on display.
As interesting as it sounded Briar still wasn't as confident in their work. Their period of depression had them slightly afraid.
It wasn't until a week later that their friend, the same friend who dragged them out in the first place stated that "I may have talked to the professor about putting one of your larger unfinished works on display." That made Briar want to crawl into a massive hole.
They knew their friend was the nosy type that couldn't stay still. But to go this far?? Now they had to panic about what to display and how to get the painting out of their studio without getting damaged and what should they wear?
But somehow, as much as their friend stuck their head in deep, they also stuck through with Brair till the end.
And so with the massive painting of you on display, the blank space of canvas where your face should be and the first work they created after you saved them hung next to several different students' works.
A couple statues and all sorts of different mediums were shown throughout the gallery. It was surprising but many people showed up.
Brair was kind of glad they got to participate, part of themselves wanted fate to bring you back to them. They wanted fate to intervene once more so they could see you again.
But fate worked in a different way, a person showed up right in front of Briar's unfinished painting, the person's face contorted and Briar saw something like relief wash across their face.
Before Briar could think of something to ask the person, they turned their head and smiled while they pulled out a business card, and that mere interaction led to Briair being able to finish some of their paintings.
They provided Briar with equipment and even special paints and better canvases to continue painting you. But even better, they provided her with photos of you, with videos of you saving others and before the group had torn down the old homes that stood across the street from your home, many of those with higher positions like Briar were able to stay in some of the rooms at certain times before they formed the layout and architecture for the mansion that was to be built.
Those moments were always spent gazing at your home, watching you whenever they could, painting you as they watched, and your precious face could finally be painted
A sweet smile attached to Briars' lips as they unwrapped a fresh canvas and set it onto their easel, the newly built mansion was finished and many new plans were hatched.
They watched you across the street, smiling excitedly at the thought of getting you to sit in front of them as they painted you, "Maybe I could paint a mural of them in the main hall?".
「 The Theophany of Hestia 」
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coff3w · 2 months
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Nightly delirium of mine, sketches of one of my first oc, dude always looks the same
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spicydevilz · 7 months
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Was about to go to bed then I decided I wanna post this
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This is the fem version of my oc Blake, he’s a genderfluid shapeshifting Ice demon, this is the first time I’ve drawn them as a woman and I must say even though I am gay I am very much in love with the fem version 🙏🙏 like she’s just drop dead gorgeous 😩 100% a dom muscle mummy (she’s dom no matter how she presents tho)
For context this is how they normally look but normally he also has facial hair, I actually forgot to add it to this drawing
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isilrina · 1 month
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Happy Art Monday!
Here's my last drawing of 2023, 'Stand by Me: Damon & Nat' is a portrayal of intertwined hands symbolizing a vibrant relationship—a union of two individuals, retaining their uniqueness yet moving forward hand in hand. In love, maintaining individuality amid profound feelings is crucial. It's a balance my mother once taught me—one I echoed through a Greek myth of the androgynous, seeking their other halves in love. This artwork captures the fiery relationship between Nat' and Damon in Andromeda Six. It delves into their passionate yet complex bond through their entwined hands, resting on green satin sheets—a moment of intimacy and vulnerability. Nat'—gender-fluid and bold—shares an intense, complicated relationship with Damon, the crew's second in command and assassin. Their interactions, marked by teasing and flirtation, echo the fervor of their bond. Yet, beneath it lies deep emotion. Entitled 'Stand by Me,' inspired by KI Theory's song cover, this piece embodies unwavering support and commitment. It signifies the enduring connection and loyalty between Nat' and Damon, navigating life's trials hand in hand. This artwork celebrates not just their love's passion, but also their profound connection and unwavering loyalty, standing united through every challenge. Shoutout to my sister @valkblue for her invaluable assistance on the thumbs! Software used: Clip Studio Paint.
The title is a reference to the cover of the song 'Stand by me,' by Ki Theory. (on youtube)
There will be more hands in the future ;)
For more about this work, don't forget to check my Deviant Art. You can find all my links here.
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Here's a silly meme of my oc, Saville and Safin🤲🏼💓
a rare moment
The name of my oc is a play on an alternate spelling of my own last name
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angellongtail · 1 month
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OC pronouns/gender identities
Jay FireSkull: They/He Demiboy
Tanzanite/Zanie: She/They/Love GenderQueer
Celeste: She/They/Star Agender
Fizz: He/They/Fae GenderFluid
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hope-faery · 19 days
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[DDR Music plays in the distance]
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dreamtydraw · 7 months
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hi dreamty~
i like to see more beliath <3 he's so handsome!
hope you are well~!
Hellloooo ! Aaaah thanks you for liking beliath ! He’s like, her own kind of babygurl ✨
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Slay 💕✨
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ghosty-doll · 3 months
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✎﹏I started this drawing in November.⇣
⛓A ship Oc×Canon - inspiration : TH-Bases (I think).♡˖°
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⚠︎Please do not steal, copy, trace, repost my art/work.⚠︎
༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝ {♥︎} ༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝
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gay-selfships · 4 months
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Made a new Danganronpa self insert! (For Fuyuhiko)
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Name: Miki Kurata
Talent: Ultimate Toy Maker
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❤Taglist;
(@fading-bisexual-queen-milkshake @ava-ships @toasty-self-shipping)
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burnt-french-nugget · 7 months
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OC!!
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Look at my precious baby <3
My ex-proxy oc <3
Hehe
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