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Another eternal love—Fives.

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Was trying not to cry

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Tampa convention day 1

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I just want them to be reunited 🥹

part 1

animation stills on my ko-fi

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The Bald Batch – Part 2

Bald Batch – Part 1

BONUS SCENE:

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Inspo sourced Pinterest

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Behind the scene

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Not my best work but it’s something

Story behind these panels. But if you can guess the characters this Beka’s past revealing itself bit by bit

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I’m stress drawing right now as I had to take my chameleon to emergency vet

Yes a chameleon. Her name is Balthazar.

I had plans for this better, but please enjoy behind the scenes of Rebekath (Beka) Hardt’s childhood part 1

Also all inspo references sourced on Pinterest

Will I finish I hope so I like to art takes time for me as I’m busy with school but also I don’t have the best tablet

But thanks for following along with all this

I put most of everything on my Instagram and twitter (i won’t call it X)

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Oddball & Kat sketch blob. 👀💜

You can read their story here: [LINK]

Close-up shots below:

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Behind the scenes of kissing.

Inspo sourced Pinterest

Oc / Canon x Canon

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Beka x Hunter

Jazzori x Crosshair

Phee x Tech

Ginnel x Wrecker

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Next pair of sketches are of Wrecker and Omega.

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Colors of Silence

Hurt feelings silent redemption

Warning: None:

Word count: 1521

Rating: Everyone

Extra: alternate universe story

One shot: Wrecker x Ginnel earlier dating days

The sun dipped low over Pabu, the sky painted in molten hues of orange and lavender. The scent of charred meat and sea salt filled the air as laughter rolled up the cliffside like ocean waves.

“Gruno, I swear to the stars, that was a fish, not a charcoal briquette!” Jetto bellowed behind his helmet, elbowing the large man with a smirk.

Gruno looked down at the scorched mess on the grill and shrugged. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Valree nearly dropped her plate laughing, while Jazzori sipped her wine with a perfectly arched brow. “My friend, we said grilled food, not cremated offerings.”

“I like it extra crispy,” Wrecker grinned, shoving a blackened skewer in his mouth without a hint of hesitation.

“Of course you do,” Crosshair drawled, eyeing the charred mess like it might leap off the plate and attack him. “Your stomach's probably made of reinforced durasteel.”

“Can’t all be fragile little twigs like you,” Wrecker teased, nudging Crosshair with a beefy elbow.

“I’m wiry. Elegant,” Crosshair retorted, leaning further away with a theatrical grimace.

Beka reclined in her seat beside Hunter, her bare feet kicked up on a rock as she popped a grilled vegetable into her mouth. “Gruno’s cooking aside, this is nice. Feels good to relax.”

“Yeah,” Echo agreed. “No missions, no storms, no explosions. Just us.”

Tech glanced up from his data pad. “Statistically, we are due for at least one unexpected crisis within the next twenty-four hours.”

Hunter groaned. “Can you not…”

Nearby, Ginnel sat on a driftwood bench, quietly doodling something in her sketchbook while the others passed plates, shouted stories, and clinked glasses. She smiled softly as she listened, occasionally glancing over at Wrecker, who was loud, happy, in his element.

She loved that about him.

Wrecker was animatedly recounting a mission from the Clone Wars, talking to Jetto, Crosshair, and Hunter, his hands flailing wildly in the air.

“So this droid—this massive tank thing—comes outta nowhere,” Wrecker said, miming a stomping motion. “And I’m like, ‘I GOT THIS!’ I start charging it—no cover, no plan, just pure strength!”

“Of course you did,” Crosshair muttered. “Brain first, every time.”

“Anyway!” Wrecker continued, not missing a beat. “Hunter’s yelling in my ear, Tech’s going on about tactics, and I’m just tossing grenades left and right—BOOM!”

Jetto laughed. “Classic. I bet the whole mountain came down.”

“Almost!” Wrecker said. “Then, get this, I had to carry this civ out—poor thing was shaking, tiny thing, couldn’t even lift a crate.”

He chuckled, waving his hand. “Like Ginnel trying to move the medkit last week. She’s all ‘ehhh!’”—he mimicked her tiny arms in a dramatic squeaky voice.

Everyone laughed.

A few people looked at Ginnel.

She froze.

“Oh,” she said under her breath, the corners of her sketch curling in her fingertips.

Wrecker didn’t notice. He was still cackling, still telling the story.

“Bet if I didn’t grab it, she’d still be trying to drag that thing across the room!” he joked.

More laughter.

Even Tech cracked a smile. “In fairness, the kit does weigh forty kilograms.”

Hunter said nothing, but there was an amused huff under his breath. Everyone snorted, laughed, or chuckled, all except Beka.

Ginnel blinked. Once. Twice.

Her smile faltered. Her throat tightened.

She closed her sketchbook slowly, quietly, trying not to draw attention. Everyone was still laughing, still basking in the glow of firelight and friendship.

No one noticed when she stood.

No one noticed when she walked away.

No one noticed she left behind a small doodle of a purple flower on the bench where she had been sitting.

The fire had burned low when Crosshair finally leaned back and frowned. He looked where Ginnel had once been sitting. “Where’s your girl?”

Wrecker looked around, suddenly alert. “Huh? Ginnel?”

He stood up and turned in a slow circle. “Ginn?”

Echo looked up. “She was here earlier, right?”

“She didn’t say anything,” Jazzori murmured.

“She always says something before leaving.” Seneca pointed out.

Beka’s smile faded.

She reached over, picked up the little doodle, and held it out to Wrecker.

“She left this,” she said. “And you really don’t remember what you said, do you?”

Wrecker took the sketch from her fingers and stared at the delicate lines of the flower, drawn in her soft pencil strokes.

“What do you mean?” he asked, confused.

“You called her weak,” Beka said simply.

“I didn’t—” He stopped. Replayed it in his head.

The crate. The medkit. The joke.

“Maker,” he whispered.

Wrecker rushed to Ginnel’s cottage, but the cottage was empty.

Lights off. The garden is still. Wrecker’s heart pounded as he backed away and scanned the cliffside.

“C’mon… where are you sunshine…”

Then he saw it—a faint glow down the path, near the mural wall by the east cliff.

He jogged, then slowed as he saw her.

There she was, alone, standing on a ladder. The night air was cool now, the sky full of stars, but she worked in silence, brush in hand, painting with slow, graceful precision.

She hadn’t even heard him, or she had refused to acknowledge him.

He took a breath.

“Ginn?”

No response.

He walked a little closer. “Ginnel.”

She didn’t turn. Didn’t stop painting.

“I… I didn’t mean what I said like that,” he offered. “I was just telling a story. Trying to make people laugh.”

She still didn’t look at him.

The brush moved slowly—sweeping long, blue strokes that curved like ocean waves.

“You hurt me,” she said softly but firmly.

Wrecker froze.

Her voice was low. Measured. But full of something deep and aching.

“I may be small,” she said. “But I’m not weak.”

“I know,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean it like—”

“If that’s how you see me, Wrecker…” Her hand trembled slightly, and she stopped. “Then I don’t know why you’re here.”

Wrecker swallowed hard. “I don’t see you that way. I swear.”

There was a long pause; Ginnel’s hand paused for a brief moment, but she kept painting.

“There’s no excuse for what I said.” He stepped closer, his voice gentle now. “You don’t have to be anything but yourself. I like who you are. I love who you are.”

Her back was still to him.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

Then he sat down on the ground, legs crossed, eyes on the mural, and said nothing more.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

The only sound was the brush gliding across the wall, soft like the breeze.

He watched as her painting took shape—an expanse of beach, rich with warm golden light and deep aquamarines. Vibrant fish swam in coral reefs. Birds soared overhead in swooping arcs. And in the corner, a small peaceful house with a garden of purple flowers.

She painted what she loved.

She painted her home.

She painted her soul.

And Wrecker saw it—all of it. The softness. The strength. The care behind every detail. The world through her eyes.

When the sun began to rise, light poured over the mural in brilliant gold. The beach glowed. The water shimmered.

Wrecker exhaled like he’d been holding his breath all night.

He stood quietly.

Ginnel stepped down from the ladder, wiping her hands. She still didn’t meet his eyes.

He walked up to the wall, touched one of the painted birds lightly.

“Wow,” he whispered.

She finally turned to look at him.

“I didn’t notice you left,” he said, his voice raw. “That’s the worst part. I didn’t notice. And I should’ve. Because you’re not just someone in the background. You’re everything bright in my life, Ginnel.”

Her jaw trembled slightly, but she said nothing.

“I know I’m loud. I know I’m dumb sometimes. But I never meant to make you feel like you didn’t matter.” He paused, then chuckled softly. “I used to think strength was punching droids and lifting crates. But you… You make art. You make things grow. You make people feel. That’s a kind of strength I’ll never have.”

She blinked.

He stepped closer, hesitated, then wrapped his arms around her.

This time, she didn’t resist.

She melted into his chest, her forehead pressed against his collarbone, her hands trembling as she clutched the fabric of his shirt.

“I’m still mad,” she mumbled.

“I know,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. “You can be mad.”

She let out a shaky laugh.

“You’re not weak, Ginnel,” he said again. “You’re the strongest person I know. And I’m sorry it took me this long to say it.”

Her eyes were red when she pulled back, but her smile was real.

“You better remember that next time I ask you to lift something,” she said.

Wrecker grinned. “I’ll bring the whole medkit and snacks.”

She rolled her eyes.

He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. She kissed him softly, tasting salt and morning dew, and the ache in her chest began to ease.

Behind them, the mural stood tall, the beach bathed in new light.

It wasn’t just paint.

It was her.

And finally, he saw her.

All of her.

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had to get this out before we collectively move on from coldplay ceo

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This is old Young Justice OC I did based on Supernatural

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🛑 IMPORTANT COMMISSION NOTICE 🛑

Please read carefully before messaging me about commission work.

I am an artist who takes commissions as part of my part-time living. The time, energy, and creativity I put into my work is valuable — and this is not a hobby I do for free. This is a professional service.

🎨 Key Boundaries & Expectations:

🔹 I do not offer free art.

I will not draw your OC, pet, family member, friend, or any other request unless it is a paid commission. This includes “just a sketch,” “for fun,” or “as a gift.” I don’t work for exposure, trade, or favors. My time and skill are worth compensation.

🔹 I do not accept trades or offers to draw for me.

I create my own characters and do all of my own artwork. I’m not looking for others to draw for me, and I don’t trade services. If you offer to “draw something for me instead,” the answer is no.

🔹 Why I draw my own OCs but not yours for free:

I regularly create and post art of my OWN Original characters — that’s part of my personal creative expression. It’s something I choose to do on my own time.

Drawing your OC, pet, family member, friend, etc is not the same — it becomes custom work based on your ideas, details, and vision, which makes it a commission. That is paid labor.

Just because I draw my own OCs doesn’t mean I owe anyone free art of theirs. Please respect the difference between personal art and client requests.

🔹 I do not accept clients under 18.

This is a hard boundary. I will not accept commissions from anyone under 18, even with parental permission. This is both for legal protection and business professionalism.

🔹 I do not discuss my personal life.

As stated in my Terms of Service, I do not answer questions about my personal life, finances, why I take commissions, or anything unrelated to the art itself. Please keep all messages professional and art-related.

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My Terms of Service outlines everything you need to know — pricing, wait times, payment types, expectations, and more. I expect all potential clients to review it before messaging me about a commission.

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All of my artwork — including personal OCs, commissions, and concept designs — is fully watermarked, and I retain full copyright ownership unless explicitly transferred in writing.

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Do not repost, trace, edit, or use my art without permission. Credited reposts are the only acceptable form of sharing. No exceptions.

⛔ Pushing my boundaries will result in being blocked.

I do not owe explanations beyond what’s stated here and in my TOS. Continued requests for free art, trades, or personal questions will result in removal.

🙏 Thank you to everyone who supports my work the right way. Your respect, kindness, and professionalism make it possible for me to keep creating. I’m so grateful for those of you who value what artists do.

Just to clarify something I get asked a lot:

There’s a big difference between the art I post of my own OCs, my pets, my family members, my friends and commissioned work of someone else’s character, family, and/or pet.

When I draw my personal work, it’s something I do on my own time. I’m not getting paid for it — it’s a form of self-expression and storytelling, not income.

But when someone asks me to draw their OC, that becomes custom work created to fit someone else’s vision, preferences, and details. That takes time, communication, and effort — and that’s why it’s paid commission work.

Please respect the difference:

Personal art = unpaid, my choice

Commissioned art = paid, your request

Thanks for understanding! 💛

— Ginny Anthony ✨

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I hate that I’m a solid 4 inches shorter than my brother and end up looking like a 6 year old when I raid his closet but also it gave me this idea

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Jazzori x Crosshair

Nsfw art

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