#harune draws

[harunefrog]

I'm too tired to draw a lot recently, but you can have some school doodles :)

#isat #in stars and time #isat spoilers #in stars and time spoilers #isat act 6 spoilers #isat loop #i also have an isat oc but i dont know if i should post it #maybe later #also the second picture isn't really a doodle at all but it's in my notebook so it still counts #harune draws

[harundraws]

i realised i’ve never posted this on tumblr, it’s a month old drawing of Akilah, Shauna and Jackie 💛

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanart #akilah yellowjackets #shauna shipman #jackie taylor #harun art #i’ve always wanted to draw akilah #maybe i’ll doodle her again soon! #looking forward to destress with some doodles of tai and van laterrrrr #the few couple of days have been rough but today especially #i am ready for this month to be over haha….

[pseudogirlie]

i love this family😭

#nazire #harun #a tale of crowns #atoc #midya #i love drawing family's i gtg

[depressedhatakekakashi]

It’s done and i’m really proud of it 🥰🥰🥰

#Temari #Tsunade #Harun Sakura #Sakura Haruno #Taryn draws

[leopauldelr]

ピンクマスク 春音あいら

#pretty rhythm aurora dream #aira harune #anime #drawing #idol girl #super sentai series #hikari sentai maskman #pink mask #tokusatsu

[natalievoncatte]

cw: graphic violence, character death

Lena stared at the monitor and felt a tiny trickle of sweat bead down her cheek. There was a slight touch of resistance and friction as the thumb drive slid into the port on the keyboard. Once inserted, the drive loaded and the decryption program loaded. Lena typed the execution command presses the Enter key at the same instant she activated the timer on her watch.

If this worked, it would decrypt the files and give her full access in three minutes and forty-two seconds. Then, she’s have the truth, though she knew in her heart that she’d been lied to. If Lex had been truthful, if he really had been working on a cure for cancer with the Harun-El and trying to salvage his reputation before the tumors claimed him, he wouldn’t have carefully hidden these files and locked them behind military grade encryption. He would have been open and truthful.

“I see you found the files.”

She jumped at his voice, turning, trying not to feel the weight of the gun on her hip. Lex was observant; if she favored her strong side even a little, he would know. If she prematurely moved her blazer out of the way so she could draw, he would know.

“When you asked me to help you, you promised me no more secrets,” said Lena, “but you’re keeping encrypted files where you thought I didn’t know about them.”

He regarded her coolly, with the same impassive face that he’d shown her during hours camped across a chessboard, his shoulders hunched down and eyes focused on the invisible tides of the tiny battle happening on the grid between them. There was a glint of something in his eyes, despite the sallow skin, drawn thin by the disease that was ravaging his body and the treatment that was almost as vicious.

“True,” he said, “but some secrets demand keeping. Sometimes the lie is better.”

Lena stared him down.

“We both know you’ll crack my encryption protocols in a few seconds, sister. Why don’t I spare you the trouble? The password is ‘Bucephalus’.”

Lena studied him for a moment, then turned and typed it in.

“The authentication factor is 29539287,” Lex said.

Lena typed that in the second box.

She wasn’t sure what what she expected. Blueprints for a warsuit or an army of super soldiers or some other scheme. What she found instead was silent, black and white footage of Kara Danvers.

“What is this?” said Lena.

On the monitor, Kara was walking through an office; Lena immediately recognized CatCo. The camera angle changed, following Kara as she ducked through a door, weaving between pieces of caution tape warning of construction in the stairwell.

It changed again, and Kara *changed*. It was as if something had poured down her spine and expanded inside her. She seemed to grow three inches in height, and broader too, making it suddenly clear how her usual pastel button-downs struggled to constrain the powerful muscle in her arms and chest.

When the glasses came off, Lena knew. She swallowed, turning away as Kara, small on the screen, exposed the crest on her chest.

There was a beat of silence.

“You already knew,” said Lex.

Lena said nothing.

“How long have you known?”

“How long have you?”

“A few months.”

Lena sighed.

“The night some thugs tried to throw me off a building and Supergirl gave me the laughable excuse that she was having coffee with her doppelgänger in the middle of the night, when I happened to call her.”

Lex’s eyes were ever keen, appraising Lena’s every move. Then the twitch, the subtlest break in his poker face that told her everything.

“I knew before you did,” Lena added.

“So you did. When did she tell you?”

The look on his face was as bold a flourish as a gambler spreading his straight flush on a felt table. He was laying out his cards, after pushing in his chips.

“She didn’t.”

“Oh,” said Lex, and Lena almost fell for the sincerity in his soft, cancer-stricken voice. “I’m so sorry.”

Lena’s soft sniff and the sheer effort she poured into willing back her tears was not for show. The pain welled inside her, expanding until it felt like it would prise her ribs apart to escape. It crushed the words in her throat and made it impossible for her to speak.

“I know how you feel.”

Lena blinked.

“Things were like that with Clark at first,” Lex went on. “We were close, worked closely together. But then it’s all started falling apart. The accusations began. Superman would scold and humiliate me, and Clark Kent would play my friend. For a while I almost thought there could be… more, but in the end it was all a lie. I was tricked, just like you were tricked. These aliens are consummate liars, Lena. They cheat. Danvers doesn’t need your tells. She can hear your heartbeat and see the heat bloom on your skin.”

“You don’t know how I feel.”

“It’s a manipulation, Lena. It always was. You’re either useful to her, or she’s just keeping her enemies close. Either way, you need to open your eyes and see what’s happening here before she manipulates you and destroys you like the other one did to me.”

Taking in a slow breath, Lena said, “What are you suggesting?”

There it was, the faintest curl of his lips. Lex was always reliable, in that he overplayed his hand.

“In the end, Lena, you can only rely on blood.”

Lena let her face twist in anger and sorrow, letting the emotions flow.

Lex hobbled closer, leaning on his silver-headed cane. He looked pitiable, a drawn, thin mockery of the strapping young man he’d once been.

“I know this must seem overwhelming,” said Lex. “But it’ll be alright. I have a plan. I just need you to play along with her a little longer. If you can get me into the Fortress of Solitude, I will-“

Lena drew her revolver in a single fluid motion and pressed the muzzle into Lex’s belly before pulling the trigger. The sound was deafening in the confined space of the lab, and Lex’s next words were lost in the ringing in her ears. The recoil send a shock up her arm, met by the twisting pain in her stomach.

Why did he make her have to do this? Why? Why couldn’t it have been real? Why couldn’t he have been good, like he was supposed to be?

Lex stared up at her, trying to choke out some message, a taunt or a warning or some fresh attempt to manipulate.

“She didn’t tell me, Lex. She showed me, the night she gave me this.”

Lena shook the sleeve from her left wrist, exposing the finely made links of what looked like red gold but was much stronger, set with blue diamonds crushed into being between the fingers of a god.

Lena aimed the gun at his head.

“I wish I were her. I wish I could do what she does. She always finds another way, a perfect solution. I found out about your plan days ago.”

“You don’t have the guts,” Lex choked out.

Lena pictures the design for the machine she’s discovered in his secret notes, the horror that he planned to inflict on Kara. He’d almost fooled her into thinking he’d changed.

“You won’t stop,” said Lena. “You’ll never stop hurting her. I can’t let you do it anymore. I’m doing this so she doesn’t have to. Because you’ll make her, eventually. She wouldn’t kill you to safe herself. I don’t think she’d even kill you to save me, but…”

“Wait,” said Lex.

“But the baby…” Lena whispered.

She pulled the trigger.

#supercorp #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl #supercorp fanfic #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #karlena #supergirl fanfic #ficlet

[medieval-elephants]

Golden oldie A little golden elephant hangs out in the corner of the table of contents for the gospel of St Mark in the Lothair Gospels, made between 849 and 851 for Lothair I, Charlemagne's grandson. This manuscript is extraordinary in many ways-- there's lots of expensive purple and gold, a portrait of Lothair himself, the works-- but one of the most interesting features is this tiny elephant, because it is recognizably an elephant. (It can be contrasted with some other attempts at drawing "elephants" from Northern Europe on this blog.) So why did these artists get it right?

Well, people were still alive in the Frankish realms who had actually seen an elephant! In the early 800s, the Abbaids caliph Harun al-Rashid sent Lothair's grandfather, Charlemagne, an elephant called Abul Abbas. Charlemagne had allied with the Abbasids (based in Baghdad) against the Umayyads (based in the Iberian peninsula), who were the rival power along Charlemagne's southern border and who were the descendants of the dynasty the Abbasids had overthrown in order to claim power. You can read more about this in Sam Ottewill-Soulsby's new book, The Emperor and the Elephant. Side note: these Carolingian illuminators were into pink and blue 1000 years before Taylor Swift entered her Lover era.

Materials: Parchment, pigments, gold, ink Origin: Abbey of St Martin, Tours (overseen by Sigilaus for Lothair I) Date: 849-851 Now Paris, BnF latin 266, f. 74r

#elephant #elephants #medieval elephants #illuminated manuscript #real medieval elephant #war elephant #elephants as gifts #Lothair #abbey of st martin of tours #Charlemagne #abul abas #Carolingian #ninth century #abbasid

[little-noko]

I just want to say that your art is stellar, and your designs for characters are so unique and fun. I'm not sure how artists like you can put what you have in your head on a page (seemingly) so easily

Thank you ! I would like to say that it isn't easy, it mostly comes down to drawing those character again and again to get a good grasp of who they are and HOW to draw them.

For example Harun took me 7 years to properly translate what I had in mind for him.

As for Mael, I have been working on him ever since I was in my early teen.

Art takes time, and practice, lots of it. You have to use reference, observe and work on your flaw and the most interesting about it all ? You may never reach the level of detail you have in mind and it's okay.

[kiwkii]

When you like your demon slayer oc so much that you cant stop drawing her 👀

Anyway this is Harune Suzukaze n she’s the most female ever

I will reveal her lore when I feel like it. (If you message me I’ll tell u if u want lol idc)

#y2k #demon slayer #she’s literally Japanese Britney Spears #y2k fashion #she’s my baby girl #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer fanart #kimetsu no yaiba fanart #kny fanart #demon slayer fandom #digital drawing #anime fanart #fanart #kny tsugoku #kny oc #kny oc art #character art #charcter design #cyber y2k #hyper feminine #she’s literally so girl #she’s got a passion for fashion #digital arwork #poster design #my art lol #clothing design #y2k aesthetic #y2k anime #oc art #oc

[hikatamika]

2024.01 | Harun

My first doodle of the year was @demorrtis' OC Harun!! The emotion/gesture came to me all at once and I rushed to scribble it out so I could draw it “forreal” the day after, lol.

I love Dem’s OCs and stories so much, I hope they’ll be able to share them someday. When that day comes though, remember that I am the President of the Harun fanclub, ok. 😶🫵

#manga art #original character #oc artist #artists on tumblr #clip studio paint #friend's oc

[drpcreates]

Got a ton going on still so another quick drawing this week. I wanted to draw my OC Harun but wanted to do something other than just a happy face so have a confused Harun.

#oc #original character #digital art #chibi #confused #drpOCs #harun audet

[harunefrog]

"I got it!"

Mira in da Timeloop au by @the-bitter-ocean

#isat #in stars and time #isat spoilers #in stars and time spoilers #isat act 3 spoilers #i saw this scene again and i wondered “but what if Mira instead?” #i also really liked ocean's design and wanted to draw it more #btw i just realized i should probably tag my art so its easier to locate so -> #harune draws

[harundraws]

the first page is a continuation from this !! -> LINK TO PREVIOUS COMIC .... also (gay) class room shenanigansss

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanart #van palmer #taissa turner #taivan #harun art #a little taivan comic doodle compilation??? as i work on comics that aren't finished yet #veeerrry excited about said comics #also drawing comics to get back into drawing comics = L O G I C #i don't recognize the word comic anymore #wrote it too many times ashjsdjh

[haruneseira]

Hi! I'm a digital artist who loves drawing fanarts of otome games, idols and magical girls ♥️♥️

My other social media:

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#artist on tumblr #female artists

[psardar]

Remembering My Grandfather P. SARDAR

( 19 May 1932-1994 ) on his 90th Birth Anniversary.

Poster By Grandson- Tarik P.Sardar

Glad to Meet With Friends-

Mr. J. B. Sutar ji, Mr. Arun Sutar ji, Mr. S.Nimbalkar ji, Mr. Sampat Naikwadi ji, Mr. Dhiraj Sutar ji. and With His Two Sons- Mr. Harun P.Sardar & Mr. Dara P.Sardar.

#Calenderking #Posters #masterpainting #PSARDAR p.sardar #god #paintings

#psardar #tarik #artist #Kolhapur #calender #Maharashtra #god #psardarstudio

#art #drawing #artwork #like #instagram #fashion #beautiful #follow #photo #nature #design #drawing #artwork #sketch #instaart #watercolor #artoftheday #artistsoninstagram #acrylicpainting #love #abstractart #design #portrait #artgallery #oilpainting #photography #painter #creative #modernart

#artist #art #p.sardar #poster #god #hinduism #painting #shankar #product design #krishna #calenders #old painting work

[putera-harun]

As I sit down to put pen to paper, my thoughts are consumed by a burning desire that I can no longer suppress. The mere memory of your touch ignites a fire within me, a fire that rages uncontrollably, consuming my every thought and leaving me yearning for more.

The moments we have shared, stolen glances and fleeting touches, have left an indelible mark upon my soul. Your presence, like a magnetic force, draws me closer with every heartbeat. The curve of your lips, the way your eyes sparkle in the moonlight – they are etched into my mind, a masterpiece of desire that I am powerless to resist.

I find myself haunted by the memory of your hands, tracing patterns upon my skin that set my very being ablaze. Each whisper that escapes your lips is a symphony of longing that resonates deep within me, an exquisite melody that I ache to hear over and over again.

I dream of a world where our desires are no longer hidden, where the weight of societal expectations fades into oblivion. To openly hold you close, to taste the sweetness of your lips without fear or hesitation – these fantasies consume my waking hours and fill my dreams with a fervour that can not be contained.

I want you in a way that defies words, a craving that transcends the boundaries of flesh and bone. Your essence has seeped into my veins, becoming an integral part of my very existence. The thought of our bodies entwined, of the heat and passion that would surely ensue, drives me to a state of frenzy that I can no longer deny.

With every heartbeat, my longing for you deepens, and I am left with a hunger that only your touch can sate. My body aches for the intoxicating dance of our desires, a dance that promises to consume us both in a blaze of passion. My dearest, I can no longer contain this want, this need that courses through me. I am at your mercy, waiting, yearning, and hoping that our desires will intertwine in the most exquisite of unions.

Yours in unquenchable desire,

Harun