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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 20 days
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Danse Macabre
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ruporas · 1 year
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only human
[ID: Two page comic in color of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. The first page has a black background and the upper half, behind the panels, is splattered with stylized red blood, scattered bullets, and lifeless hands. In the first panel, it focuses on Vash's boots, showing him stepping through the panel and into the bloody scene. The second panel shows his bloody footprints and the third panel shows his face, his down-turned eyes looking downwards. It's a neutral, vague expression with confliction. At the bottom of the page, the back of Wolfwood's head and shoulder is seen, blood dirtying the white color of his shirt and side of his face. Vash's hand reaches out to him from the right side of the page.
The second page shows the entire scene in full, half the page in light and the other in solid black. At the center, Vash leans down onto his knees as he wraps his arms around Wolfwood's shoulders into a hug. Wolfwood's back is turned away from the viewer, his left arm holds onto his bloodied punisher and his right hand sits on his lap. Light casts from the left side of the page, showing the bloodied surrounding, but the held up punisher casts a shadow on the both of them, shielding them from the light. END ID]
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stil-lindigo · 1 year
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a short comic about struggling to find yourself.
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fivewholeminutes · 5 months
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Guess who FINALLY has started @a-s-levynn's Series Of Small Offerings!!!
PART ONE Thread the Needle
Just look at where we're lying / An invisible space
It turns out i look at the proposed lyrics and suddenly get a Thought™ and follow it, so prepare for the offerings to be weird. In this case i thought of the invisible space being between Vessel and his mask, at the very beginning, before Vessel, before Him.
You can interpret it any way you want, i don't know what that means either, I just like dark drawings with a single source of light. Prepare to a lot of offerings like this too.
And apologies for the quality, I hate this paper, but I like the size of this notebook, do you see my problem
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sun-e-chips · 3 months
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CRUNCH, your silly water park au is so yummy, and the designs are so pretty and neat augh, really just broke into your ask box to complement your silly little au
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Thank you for breaking in I’m munching your complements!
The boys are very flattered
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babooshkart · 2 years
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a saturday kind of love by @nv-md
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unspuncreature · 11 months
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just a little ahsoka doodle from a bit ago <3
art tag | art log | links
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nymika-arts · 10 months
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that's a big number!! i can't even count that high
thank you guys so much for sticking around with me on my weird little blog, you make this such a fun place to be and to share my work, whether you're here for my art, my gifs, my writing, or just my charming personality 😌 seriously though, if you've ever left a like or a reblog or a comment on something i've made, or sent me a nice ask or dm, just know you've made me smile and i truly appreciate you!
now for the fun stuff:
send me a 🥸 + a word prompt and i will draw a weird little guy for you. but u have to promise to take care of him. [mutuals only]
send me a ✨ + your creations tag and i'll rec a few of my recent faves and tell you why i love them
send me a 🌅 + a word/colour (or even a character/tv show/movie!) and i'll make a little moodboard for you (for example, send ' + ocean" for an ocean themed board)
send a 🎶 + a word/vibe or a character and i'll make a mini-playlist for you
feel free to also treat this as an open ask game! send me questions, top 5's, ask for recs, make me choose, etc etc
i'll rb this a few times for people to see, feel free to rb to spread it around if it suits you 🥰 thank you guys again for supporting me and for just hanging out. love u lots!
tagging some mutuals below:
@herodiaz @deareddie @blackberrygf @renecdote @catdadeddie @fcntasmas @tripleaxeldiaz @tawaifeddiediaz @dearestdiaz @buttercupbuck @nicolasnelsons @rewritetheending @icarusbuck @bigfootsmom @lucydonato @eddiediaaz @bieddiediaz @jamiettart @astroxnot @mellaithwen @like-the-rest-of-la @kitchenscene @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @herosiris @princessfbi @buckactuallys @diazly @hattalove @clusterbuck @theedorksinlove @cinematicnomad @mistmarauder @homerforsure @grumpycakes @bilosan @stationoneeighteen @drysdaales @useramor @firefam
u guys don't have to participate if you're not interested i just want u to know that i appreciate u 💖 if i forgot anyone i'm sorry there are holes in my brain but i love u too
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seefasters · 11 months
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i’m reopening commissions! 5 slots are currently open, please DM me if interested
reblogs are appreciated <3
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wizardofgoodfortune · 6 months
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Gonna go ahead and ask you #58 on your Spotify wrapped while I'm thinking about it
#58 on my top songs is mirrorball by taylor swift! this is definitely one of my fav songs from her, if not The Favorite; a vivid music video plays out in my head every time i listen to it. here's my favorite part from it, which can definitely lend itself to particular dreamling scenarios... like 1989.
And they called off the circus, burned the disco down When they sent home the horses and the rodeo clowns I'm still on that tightrope I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me I'm still a believer but I don't know why I've never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try I'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me
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When his stranger didn't show up in 1989, Hob spent the whole day waiting for him. The whole night, too. He heard the last call but stayed long after, until the bartender—Ian was his name, Hob learned at one point—had to kick him out so they could lock up. To Ian's credit, he did it with his most apologetic face.
"Sorry, Hob," Ian said as he locked up the front door of the tavern. "Feel free to come back 'round tomorrow. Promise the place'll still be here by then."
Hob, who was hovering listlessly beside him, gave him a smile. "You'll regret you said that."
Ian laughed. "I'll never regret having more regulars. God knows we need it."
Hob frowned. Right. He nearly forgot about that.
"Need a lift?" Ian offered, fishing out a different set of keys from inside his pockets. "You've drunk quite a lot."
"I'm fine, I just need to—" Hob took a deep breath, "—I need to walk it off."
Ian narrowed his eyes. "Sure? I better not read about you in the papers tomorrow."
Hob snorted. "Trust me, you won't."
With that, Hob stood in front of the tavern and watched Ian drive off, until the old man rounded a corner and disappeared.
Now that he was alone, Hob slumped down on the damp ground and leaned against the front door. They've probably replaced this door more times than he could count, along with the rest of the tavern. Century after century, Hob saw less and less of what used to be here 600 years ago: the chairs, the tables, the mugs, the godawful drinks. The closest thing to permanence this tavern had was its name, and, up until tonight, his stranger. And soon, it wouldn't even have itself.
Hob reached into his coat pocket and took out his lighter and a carton of cigarettes. As he watched London's everchanging skyline glitter above the Thames, he lit a cigarette, the orange of it glowing in the dark. He sat there, waiting, waiting, waiting. He was good at that, at waiting. All you had to have for waiting was time, and Hob had it in abundance. So he waited until the sun rose, until the streets came alive with cars and people, until Ian came back to open up.
"Oi, what happened to walking it off?!" Ian exclaimed, standing over Hob, shielding him from the noon sun. "Bloody hell. C'mon now. Up you go."
Hob let himself be corralled into the tavern's small office and be sat at the small couch that was probably meant for interviews and terminations. He drank the water and aspirin placed in front of him, and he wore the spare shirt lent to him, but he left Ian's questions unanswered.
"Y'know," Hob started as soon as Ian came back in from the bar, "I reckon I could do a good job running a tavern."
"You should be asleep," Ian said accusatorily.
Maybe he should've been. But instead, Hob was sitting upright, wide awake. "I've been in countless taverns, just like this," he continued, "and I reckon I could make a great one. It would be so great that people from all over the world would come to eat and drink there, and say, 'Hey look, it's Hob's tavern, the greatest one around!' And d'you know what the best part about it would be?"
Ian sighed and leaned on his desk. "What?"
"It would be so great that they'd never close it down. They wouldn't be able to. Everyone would rally around it, even the council. And it'd be there for, for centuries. No, millennia. No, forever."
Ian shook his head, smiling. "A beautiful dream."
"A dream?" Hob scrunched his eyebrows. "You don't believe me?"
"Hob, this tavern has been here for centuries. That's a pretty good run, I'd say. Before that, it might've been something else, like a house, or a barn, or something. And before that, it was probably an empty plot of land, or maybe it was full of trees. Maybe bloody dinosaurs lived and died here. Or maybe it was underwater, I dunno. But I'm getting away from the point," Ian said, scratching his scraggly beard. "The point is: things change. That's life."
Suddenly, Hob was reminded of that night a hundred years ago, how his stranger detested the implication that he changed, that he grew to be lonely, lonely enough to seek out companionship. Hob's companionship. Obviously he detested the implication enough to not show up yesterday. But maybe, just maybe, his stranger will show up again today or the next day, just to prove a point, just to say he didn't need him to be his friend, and to say goodbye for the last time. Surely his stranger's not cruel enough to not show up at all, right?
"I, I know, but I can't let this place change, at least not yet," Hob said. His desperation must've plain on his face from the way Ian smiled sadly at him.
"And why's that?"
"My friend and I," Hob paused, thinking about what to say, "this place is important to us."
"You can always find another place."
"He won't," Hob said, voice breaking, "he won't be able to find me."
"How sure are you that he won't?"
Hob put his head into his hands. "I'm sure."
"You don't have his number?"
Hob shook his head.
Ian sighed. "Well, like I said last night, you'll need a lot of money to—"
"I have the money," Hob blurted out.
"What's that?"
"I," Hob repeated, raising his head in realization, "I have the money."
Ian only looked at him.
"I can, I can keep this place alive until he comes back."
Ian regarded him wordlessly for a few more seconds, then said, "I appreciate the thought, I do, but I reckon you can just establish a new one and it'll be less expensive. You can always, I dunno, put up some signs. 'This way to the new tavern' or something. Then when your friend comes around, they'll just read your sign and go to the new tavern."
Hob stared at Ian, mouth hanging open. Then he laughed, feeling a sleep-deprived lightness in his chest. He stood up and held Ian by his shoulders, still smiling. "Ian, you're a genius."
Ian chuckled heartily. "I try."
"And you're a hired genius."
"Pardon?"
"I'll need a bartender for the new tavern," Hob said, grinning.
Ian scoffed in disbelief, but he was smiling. "And what'll you name it?"
Hob thought for a second, then settled on: "The New Tavern."
Ian chortled. "You need sleep. Dearly."
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send me a number and i'll write something based on the corresponding song in my spotify wrapped!
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0509-brainrot · 1 year
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0509 DAY WOOOOOOO THEY'RE IN LOVE
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bonus teehee (+alternate version cuz I was Stuck)
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antirepurp · 4 days
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oh dear jojo ova discussion is threatening to give me grade A stardust crusaders brainrot again. but like i already did a whole-ass rewrite on part3 that incorporates themes from the ova so what the fuck am i even going to do with this ??
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lacecap · 9 months
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how do you get your colors pallets to be so united while also having accents?
i love you all so much and i will try my best to answer this but i am not the person to go to for art advice. NEVERTHELESS. i will try.
when it comes to color palettes i'm a large proponent of unabashedly stealing the palettes of other paintings/drawings you stumble across. really dissect and study why you like the art that you like!! adjustment layers & other overlay effects can be your friend too
i personally like using a textured brush + a soft muted color as an underpainting in order to help set the mood & color for a piece, the texture that seeps through is also really nice to have on what would otherwise be a plain background
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^ small process gif of my last drawing, maybe it'll help (?)
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vargaslovinghours · 2 years
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Apparently sweetness was on the menu
#💟#Digital art#Art#Edgar#Scriabin#The requests from the stream ♥ Thanks for coming and hope you enjoy the final version ♪#I do like how the requests were very general haha#Like the first one was ''Fave ship being sweet'' - Oh so all the favourites all at once lol#And the second was just ''Something to do with the couch'' - yes can do#Although no one specifically requested short hair Scriabin that was all me lol#Played a bit more with leaving lines out for the first one - skin contact ♥#Edgar being sweet and offering affection in what can be read as platonic or romantic makes my heart happy#And both holding on to each other - Scriabin tightly and pulling him forcefully and Edgar gently surrounding him ahh#It was fun to draw ♪#Oh yeah and I did something I've been thinking about for what feels like ages!: Scriabin's glasses in colour After#Since I desaturate them in B&W doodles but how would full colour work?? I decided to just make them closer to Edgar's haha#Ever so slightly less saturated ♥#And then a slightly more silly/painful one for the couch hehe#Braiding would be a good exercise for Scriabin! It would encourage his fine motor skills and he'd be able to use it when his own hair grows#Unfortunately there's no one he can get close to that has particularly long hair so there's only so much he can do#Short hair is so much harder to braid haha well he'd get to practice on a higher difficulty so coming back to it on easy mode would be nice#Edgar just putting up with it since it makes Scriabin happy ♪ Or at least closer to it lol#And it's way they can be close together without being tooooo combative hehe#Good ideas all 'round
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thatonegeekygirl · 1 month
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i want to believe instead i look at the sky and i feel nothing
little song lyric art piece that i did for school today! words are from Chinese Satellite by Phoebe Bridgers.
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wereshrew-admirer · 2 years
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a little zine about reunions and a letter returned to sender
(mailed out physical copies of these and enjoyed having the excuse to use a wax seal - wouldn't mind doing more! so if you want one you can either fill out this form or print one yourself!)
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