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Honestly i just wanted to draw sheep melinoë :>
Time lapse :D
A sketch i don't like enough to finish but i put too much efford to just erased it
Phoenix and apollo have their own official art carrying trucy so now is athena turn :>
+ some other doodles from yesterday
I wanted to practice lights
Time lapse :>
More Ace attorney "doodles" :v
college doodles again bc drawing the feys is way more relaxing than i thought
Small "comic" redraw for practice
2024
2021
Some college doodles bc it's the best way to keep me awake :>
Kinda sketch dump because i got a new sketchbook
just a sketchdump because i'm losing against artblock
Inspired by the illustration of @wildflowercryptid
As an older brother I identify a little with Carmine and I like to think that like me she would run out to save his little brother at a time like this.
There are no more versions here because it is a sketch but there are some close ups :D
Trying something different on digital💕
Without "filter" + sketch
I love them 💕
Without "filter" + sketch
technically my first original post but i'm really proud of this one
This is for a dtiys on instagram and I was going to post it only there but then I remembered that I had tumblr
Without "filter"
In light of still not having a proper drawing stylus ... A meme for these trying times. (Featuring The Blorbo, Percy)
Because Im bored and tired and cant think of what to do rn, enjoy some basic vibe checks for the Monster Prom Romancables and Player Characters.
Oz: the glow of a sunset, complete with the creeping chill of the night slowly drawing in. Soft candy that you havent had in years. A smile from a friend you only just remember from years ago.
Polly: the smell of chemicals and ozone. The distant sound of traffic in a faded city scape as the party you just left stays fresh in your mind. Plastic and metal and the warmth of a hundred bodies all together in a drunken, uncaring party.
Damien: The smell of woodsmoke and the warmth of flames (obviously). The feeling of a bonfire. The comfort of close friends and dumb jokes, of confidence and adrenaline as you all push each other to your best selves. The feeling of twirling your hair between your fingers, of biting your lip and feeling your teeth against your skin.
Liam: The scent of coffee lingering in a room from days before. The subtle resistance of a calligraphy pen on parchment. The feeling of reading words in character's voices you can never hear. The sound of a distant humming tune you've never heard before, but somehow sends a wave of nostalgia over you and reminds you of what you've nearly forgotten.
Miranda: Sweet candies to the point of nearly being sickly. Silver and Gold jewellery refined into intricate patterns that dance along their lengths like an artform in and of itself. The sound of bubbles popping underwater right next to your ear. The shine of irridescent scales in the fresh morning sunlight.
Vera: The white noise of a thousand people talking amongst themselves in hushed tones. Perfectly manicured nails drumming rhythmically on polished, expensive wood. A weapon being traced along your skin, still able to kill you at any moment but not quite doing so just yet. Drops of poison into expensive wines that mask the taste and hide the scent. A soft kiss from lips that stain the skin of your neck as a dagger sinks into your spine.
Vicky: The zap of static elecricity against your skin. The rush of energy as you're about to leap into an action-packed activity you've waited ages for. Fresh popsicles in summer heat. The specific aura of a fair-ground or amusement park as you stroll past the attractions all surrounding you. The fizzy sweet hiss of opening a fresh soda can.
Scott: Soft fluffy fur and gentle nuzzling. The smell of worn leather gym equiptment and a feint hint of pine needles. The crunch of leaves along a pathway in the middle of Autumn. Warmth and comfort in a kindness that only comes with a truly open heart. Big hugs of crushing strength and loud bellowing laughs that you can nearly feel. Pure delight and wonder at things learned anew.
Brian: Quiet rooms with the ambient noises of ticking clocks and distant fans. The slight smell of mildew mixed with the cool breeze of fresh air. Small smiles and knowing looks that say a thousand words without speaking a single one. Distant suburbia nearly completely out to the countryside, yet still on the edge of a city.
Calculester: plants growing through abandoned devices, screens alight with a million different words a second, codes and numbers all merged into one cohesive action. The sound of whirring fans and the humm of a refrigerator or laptop as the electricity runs through it. The cool feel of plastic and metal, tentative touches and adorably awkward attempts to seem natural. Honest words and deep kindness.
Amira: Focused gazes. Nimble fingers poised and ready for the exact moment to strike. Terrifyingly fast reactions and cunning movements. The loyalty of a best friend. Warm hands and one-armed hugs. Encouraging words and big smiles, no matter how down you where. The amber glow of a fireplace as you're wrapped in warm blankets and watching action movies on your phone. A calm collected stance towards someone as you eye them down and they can see in your eyes just how dangerous you could be if they hurt those you love.
Zoe: The smell of coloured pencils, ink and soy sauce. The burning desire for knowledge and the joy of learning new things. The feel of an eraser as you bend it or try and break it in half. Sweet smiles and teasings from trusted friends as you walk between hallways. Contrasting colours and bright, bold words amongst a backdrop of detailed and dynamic features you could barely notice until you look deeper. 2 minute Ramen and icecream as you surf the internet, just enjoying what it has to offer.
Art dump #1 :0
Hellsite(affectionate❤️)
I am eager to blaze the hell out of this “hellsite”. Specifically I want to get people to stop calling it a hellsite because this lovesite is my home!
Captivity
(The text in English was written with the help of a translator, so I apologize for the errors, I tried to minimize them, but I still apologize. I was inspired by one of the recent answers to questions from @minevn (Kei belongs to them)) THE FANFIC MENTIONS TOPICS OF PSYCHOLOGICAL AND PHYSICAL VIOLENCE, SUICIDAL TOPICS (?), SELF-VIOLENCE "Honey, I'm going to cook dinner, is there anything you'd like-" Before Kei could finish speaking, he managed to notice how a chair flew towards in him, only to fight off the door protecting Kei. With absolute despair, pain and painfully red eyes from daily hysterics, the girl, not sparing her throat, continued to repeat endless screams "EITHER LET ME GO OR GET AWAY YOU BASTARD!!! PIECE OF SHIT!!! SUB-HUMAN TRASH!!! DIE FUCKING PSYCHO!!!…." With an unreadable face, he just sighed "…You should rest. Screaming like that is bad for your ligaments." Before receiving another round of endless insults from the angry girl, the guy locked the door to go to the kitchen. Normally he wouldn't pick her up in her room, but in her condition it was dangerous for both him and her to let her wander around the house in an uncontrollably upset state. At least a week had passed since Akiko began living with Kei, despite the guy’s hopes and all sorts of attempts to calm her down and force the girl to accept a new life, her condition was not getting better. Everyday attempts to kill, harm himself and him, attempts to escape did not stop. Her face was covered with sweat, tears and sebum, her eyes were swollen and painfully red, her hands, despite Kei's close supervision and care, were covered with bruises, scratches and cuts, especially in the veins. Silence and peace came only at that moment when she could not stand it and fell unconscious with only one prayer - not to wake up. There wasn't a day when she didn't want freedom, no matter how she received it, all of Kei care and love was a empty, incessant noise, the room carefully arranged to suit Akiko tastes and needs was no better than prison (perhaps even worse), the illusion of freedom and normality life was torn by daily attempts to kill Kei or escape, but what was the point? Going out into the street, my thoughts were confused and floating: “Where to go?”, “Where am I?”, “Will they believe me?”, “Are they looking for me?”. Despite the girl’s hysteria, years of studying human psychology are bearing fruit; now even the friendship with Haruto, Jun and Aki that has lasted throughout life was now in great doubt. Are they looking for her, do they remember her, did they even notice she was missing? A brief daily viewing of the news fueled her anxiety, not a single news about the girl’s disappearance. They…didn't look for her? Doesn't anyone care about her fate? No one at all? Even Yani?! A new wave of tears filled my eyes, my legs gave way and collapsed to the floor out of helplessness or despair. Maybe he's right? Could he really be the only person who thought about her all the time? Despite the pogrom, attempted murders, hysterics, screams, insults, he still took care of her, tried carefully, treated all her wounds, was kind, affectionate and amazingly patient. M-maybe it would be better to just accept his love and try to start a new life? In the end, she now had everything: a loving “partner”, a spacious home, no work with nasty colleagues, delicious food and everything that a person tired of everything could dream of. With eyes empty from fatigue, legs unsteady, Akiko walked up to the door and, staring at one invisible point, knocked, with heavy sobs, said… "K-Kei?" "Yes, love?" "Can I…Kutia?…please?"
*Kutia(Кутья) is a Slavic dish that is prepared for funerals
*At one point I tried to reference the Japanese criminal Kabu Terayuchi.
This is space,with a few parts of land,with a girl on one of them.(I just did this right now)
This is one of my original characters that I made and he is actually wearing a scarf,it’s just not shown here much.I also forgot to mention his name is willow.
I am so obsessed
Got you so ingrained in me
Your taste your smell your feel too
So everytime my lips meet
No doubt they only talk of you.
She needs to recharge.
I hope
Why does this feel like a goodbye.
I was too weak
Now she is gone.
50 minutes and I am already waiting for her.
When I prayed I didn't think God would listen. Now she is taken from My dreams. Damn. Where do I call to rectify this?
I dream of you every night.
Every morning I lose you.
Everyday I pray to God—Either stop her from invading my dreams or don't wake me up.
I wouldn't be surprised if this turns out to be the case with us.
I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything. Maybe we’re from the same star.
In-between calling you my moon, and admitting that you are my muse.
The hope, that you may never read these words.
The fear, that you may never read these words.