#(on hop's ref sheet)

[zappyron]

Updated the lightning on Proton's render and I made one for Hop aside from a new reference sheet, enjoy!!

[reesieroo-spark]

Cereal mascot looking-ass 🐰

[arimabari]

little priestess

[y-0-sha]

ref sheet -,

[deerdeardarling]

Congrats Kieran fans on the new ref. sheet - sincerely a Hop fan

[sankttealeaf]

tumblr user sankttealeaf does rue have a ref sheet maybe perhaps.. ur pre-tadpole durgetash fic lives rent free in my brain i need to draw the lady !!! 💥💥

HELLO TUMBLR USER QUACASEROUS!!!

i dont have a proper ref sheet for rue yet (it's on my list of things to do 😭 i simply Hate doing them but gods theyre useful to have)

i do,, however,, have a lot of rue art i can throw at u if u wish!!! (pls let me know if u want them & i can send them ur way<3)

but i'm gently handing u this for now! probably the closest i can get to a proper ref despite how its not my usual art style 😭

call her a mindflayer parasite the way she's in my brain!!

also i saw this ask last night while on call with friends and had a little moment because i got very excited but also no pressure AT ALL 👉👈

[hopitty-hop-hop]

A proper reference sheet for one of my characters, Eve. Eventually I plan on lining and coloring it, but I’m pretty happy with how it looks already.

[pallases]

little brother unearthed one of my old main sketchbooks and. hoo boy

[cbedfordart]

do you have refs for all the characters in sorry we're closed? i'd love to draw them!

Aww honestly I'd loose my mind if you did! And i do have some refs! I tend not to have a huge amount though cause i kind of hop into modelling quite quickly after having an idea. Sorry for the long post and weirdo collection of random shit rather than having proper character sheets lol!: Michelle!:

Robyn!

Clarissa!:

Darrel:

The Chimera!:

And the Antagonist!:

There's a shit load of other characters that haven't been shown off yet too though! can't wait to show them off! If you do ever draw any of them please share cause i would absolutely love to see it!!

[dazzle-art]

Doodles for Donations - Updated!

My friend Finley @the-fab-fox is in need of financial help!

Finley's in some serious trouble, he needs as much money as he can to make sure he and his animals can survive!

If you donate to Finley's Paypal (eriklovescats@gmail.com) with the message "For Doodles" and send me a screenshot of it and the proof in my dms, I'll draw you something!

Feel free to hop into my dms on this blog to discuss what you want before payment, but I won't begin until you've shown proof of donation. Rbs on this post will be helpful! Post subject to be edited

Alternatively, if you're looking for fanfiction commissions instead, I do those too! $1 per hundred words [art wills and won't still apply - feel free to discuss in dms]

Comm art tag

Notes:

Doodles will also be posted by me on tumblr. Please do not reupload to other social media sites without permission, please clear it with me first.

This applies to traditional art only! I am NOT a digital artist!

You can donate an infinite amount of times to get infinite doodles, at least until Doodles for Donations closes

Lighting WILL vary

+$1.50 for each additional character, up top 3 per doodle

+$2 for light nsfw/nudity

Wills

Your OCs, art of you, character headcanons (race, features, etc), ships (poly too!), characters I don't know, mild blood/gore, light nsfw (nudity), heavily leaded

Wonts

Smut/nsfw/fetish, real people (characters that streamers may play also count), fanart of your fanfiction, mechs, furries, heavily detailed armor (will still do armor), incest ships, adult x minor, animals, excessive blood/gore

Tier 1 - Chibi - $2 and up

Tier 2 - Bust/Scribble - $5 and up

Tier 3 - Thigh/Waist Up - $10 and up

Tier 4 - Ref Sheet ? - $15 and up

Oc & canon! Wills and Wonts still apply, handwriting will vary [example is my totk oc Sola]

Alternatively...

You can support Finley in another way with this GoFundMe!

THANK YOU!!!

[that-sunny-pup]

Hello! I'm the mod, you can call me Mod Duck! Please respect that this blog is both as canon as I can be, but mostly headcanons, so some stuff might not be accurate or in character! I only had a couple scenes to work off of, so cut me some slack here 🙏

DogDay is 14 years old, and big DogDay/Solar is like. 31

𖤓 WARNINGS:

This blog may contain cursing and heavy topics such as mental breakdowns, Violence, panic attacks, and stuff simular to that. Mod is a Minor, so sexual topics will be kept to a minimum 🫵

𖤓 Role-playing and symbols:

"This is the regular, small DogDay! Hiya friends!!!"

"And this is the big DogDay, AKA Solar: They took my fuckin legs.."

[This is actions and/or thoughts!]

and this is how I'll speak most of the time! sometimes the tags tho

𖤓 other SC blogs:

@the-cool-chicken

@the-crafty-unicorn

@bubba-bubbaphant

@picky-piggy

@hoppyhopscotch1

@catnaplovesnaptime

@acat-foryournap

@bobbybearhugs-blog

@bunny-go-hop-hop

@dogday-shines-bright

@bearhugs-from-bobby

@the-cat-that-naps

@bubbabubbaphant-blog

GO FOLLOW THEM, THEY'RE ALL WONDERFUL!!! 🫵

𖤓 ART:

[all drawn by me!]

current status: REVIVING!! I'm clearing out my inbox a bit, making a ref sheet for my versions of the characters, and drawing art for some asks!!

headcanons under the cut:

Dogday has Autism and ADHD!

Because of his big ol ears, he has bad sensory issues with specific sounds, especially since he can hear so well. Because of that, he carries around headphones with him everywhere, so if you see him sitting somewhere with them on, he is overwhelmed, do not bother him!!

He glows in the dark like a nightlight, but his pendant glows constantly.

When he stims, he does so with tail wagging, hand flapping, and leg stomps/shakes.

he howls at the sun instead of the moon!

He is TERRIFIED of sunflowers. they stare back, he swears they do.

he finds pop rock candy very fascinating! it's his favorite candy.

he likes basking in the sun! and though he may be busy with something almost all the time, he always has an eye out, and is always keeping his friends safe, no matter what!

He 100% puts others before himself, no doubt.

he also has bad memory. not HORRIFICALLY bad, but its not very good either.

his body temperature is warmer than everybody elses, meaning he overheats easily. In contrast to what most would think, he likes cold weather more than summer weather.

[featherandferns]

F.W.B : where are they now?

jj maybank x fem!reader

content warning: mentions of sex; alcohol; violence

word count: 1.4k.

read F.W.B | Thank you so so much for 1000 followers!!! Since starting this blog in May of 2023, I have written so many characters and storylines. I get so many lovely anon messages telling me about their favourite universes and wondering what happens next after my fics have ended. So, I thought to celebrate 1000 followers, I’d indulge. Here’s the (current) where are they now for all of my fics so far…

You land on the mat with a smack. Blood fills your mouth, sticking to the guard, and you spit it onto the floor. It’s an ugly swirl of pink-ish saliva. The referee is going to start counting you down any minute. Your head is pounding, body aching, ears ringing. It’s one of the biggest matches of the school year so the room is packed to the brim. People are cheering and chanting and it creates a dichotomy of pandemonium. For you, it’s the biggest match of your career. The college that could supply you with your dream scholarship and ticket out of a trailer-park life has sent a scout here tonight. They’re here to see you. Clinging onto that, you rock onto your knees and spit once more. The ref has started to count. You close your eyes and try to steal yourself. That’s when you can make it out. 

JJ’s voice carries over everyone else's, singing to you like a siren. He’s hollering like someone’s house is on fire. 

“Come on, baby! Let’s go!” 

Your eyes shoot open and you seek him out. Front row - stood settled between the Pogues who are egging you on - JJ’s clapping his hands and nodding emphatically. He meets your gaze and it hardens you. Ignites you with newfound vigour. You grit your teeth and give him a barely-there nod, and then you’re hopping back onto your feet. A new wave of cheers crashes around you as rock on your toes and heels, readying your fists. You settle your gaze on your competitor. She isn’t that big. Isn’t that strong. You can take her. Picture her face morphing into Kelce’s. Into every person who’s ever wronged you, made fun of you, looked at you the wrong way. Growling, you waste no time in throwing the first punch the minute the ref allows. As your gloved fist meets her skin, you hear JJ shouting. 

“That’s what I’m talking about! Let’s go, mama!”

JJ’s endless support energises you for the rest of the night like an endless line of cocaine. And when your competitor finally taps out, on the brink of blacking out, and the ref holds your arm up in victory, JJ’s celebration is louder than an erupting volcano. 

The second you’re free from the ring he tackles you in a hug. 

“That was fucking insane, baby! God damn! That was hot as hell!”

You laugh as he practically wrestles you in his enthusiastic embrace. He breaks apart from you when you’re ushered into the changing rooms. You speed through the post-match clean-up and emerge in a pair of his sweats (tied double at the waist to keep them from falling down) and an oversized t-shirt from a competition you won a couple of years back. The look on JJ’s face would make someone think that you’re dressed to the nines for the Oscars, though.

He hooks an arm around your shoulder, grinning proud, and the two of you load into the Twinkie with the other Pogues who share their congrats on your win. You still haven’t shaken him when you pull up to the Chateau. Loud chatter warns of your coming as the six of you walk up. It looks the same as always aside from the makeshift banner hung along the porch. It’s made of an old fitted sheet; you can recognise JJ’s handwriting from a mile away. In his familiar scrawl, it reads Well Done to the Sexiest Girl on Earth. 

Amused, you look at JJ and quirk a brow. “Sexiest girl?”

“Just stating facts,” he shrugs with a grin. 

“He needed my help on how to spell it,” Pope chimes in as he walks past, heading for the cooler. JJ prods him in the chest before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you against him. Leaning your head back against his chest, you sigh and let JJ sway you in his hold as the other four chatter. 

“That was a hell of a fight, huh?” JJ says, just loud enough for you to hear. 

Looking up at him, you find his eyes already trained down on you. Smiling, you reply, “I know. I’m pretty impressive.”

“And modest,” he says, squeezing your body teasingly. 

“And sexy, apparently,” you add, referring to his banner. 

“Like that’s a surprise?”

“Mm, you got a point,” you say, playing along. “You might’ve mentioned it a few times.”

“Happy to mention it a few more,” JJ grins boyishly, dipping his head down to meet your lips with his.

You easily twirl in his embrace, coiling your arms over his shoulders to deepen the kiss. His tongue shamelessly slips into your mouth and his fingers slide under your t-shirt. 

“Knock it off love birds,” Kiara calls. 

There’s no hurry to break apart. 

“You guys make me sick,” Pope mutters, collapsing into a chair. 

JJ gropes your ass before walking away just to irritate his friend further. Your cheeks flame hot despite biting back a smile. Your boyfriend flashes you a grin and tosses you a beer. The two of you settle into seats and join the conversation with the others. John B starts up the music and the six of you get to celebrating.

Beer pong and wrestling and impression-offs and dumb drinking games. You and JJ shotgun a beer and once downed, JJ slaps your hand into a bro-like hug and plants a kiss to your lips. The juxtaposition is the perfect summarisation of your dynamic. Jesting and casual in front of others, and sweet and sentimental behind closed doors. He knew the deepest and darkest parts of you, and you him. 

“Thank you,” you say to JJ at some point in the night. “For all this.”

“Course,” JJ replies. He says it like it’s obvious; like it’s ludicrous to think that he wouldn’t go all out to celebrate your success. 

Finishing your beer, you look around the night-casted scene and find your eyes settling on the banner once more. Something occurs to you and you begin to laugh. 

“Wait, what would you guys have done if I didn’t win?” you ask.

“I guess we would’ve taken that down,” John B says, nodding to the banner, “and made it a feel-better-soon party?”

“I mean, celebratory beer and sad-times beer are the same beer, so,” JJ agrees, tipping his bottle up as he makes his point. 

“We knew you were gonna win though,” Sarah says from John B’s lap. 

“The odds were literally stacked in your favour,” Kiara adds. “With the winning streak you’ve been on lately? Girl!”

“That’s actually a common misconception,” Pope says. Everyone groans and JJ tosses a handful of grass at him. “I’m just saying! It’s called hot-hand fallacy!”

“Dude. Not the time,” JJ says.

Pope shuts down his spiel with that. You shoot him an apologetic smile, appreciative of his Pope-like support. A yawn slips out and suddenly the exhaustion from your earlier fight hits at once. JJ seems to notice, always hyper-aware of you. 

“Wanna head home?”

“I’m beat,” is your reply. 

“A’right, we’re off,” JJ announces, finishing his drink with two swigs and ditching the can. He takes your hand to help you out of your seat and the two of you make your way to the drive. The others holler their farewells and final congratulations on your scholarship win. Their indefatigable conversing fades into the soundscape of the night as you and JJ walk back to your house, fingers intertwined. 

“So, college, huh?” he says. 

“College,” you hum. 

“What’d you think that’ll mean for us?” 

You smile and glance up at him, and for the first time in your life, realise that you’re not afraid of losing him. “Same thing as always. Great sex and great company.”

“Just in another city?”

“It’s only Raleigh,” you hum. “Two hour drive tops.” 

“Sides, not like I’ll be going to college anytime soon, so I can just come visit you,” JJ agrees. 

You nod and lean against his arm as the two of you continue to walk. “I love you, y’know? I wanna make this thing work.”

“It will,” JJ assures. “You’re the best sex I’ve ever had. I’ll chase that to Raleigh.”

“Spoken like a poet,” you sardonically return.

His ambush of wet kisses to your cheek has you laughing, pawing him away. His hand finds yours and the two of you finish the journey to your house, hearts intertwined like your fingers, the future unclear aside from the fact that you and JJ would face it together.     

[admiral-morgana]

Ref sheet!!

My dimension hopping eldritch mess of a researcher

[ask-the-ryans]

I'm not an expert on character design and this "layout" is something I use amidst all my inconsistency, but here are some things I try to keep in mind. Apologies if this throws you off since I got pretty selective interests, but I still hope this answers your questions!

First I figure out who my characters are, and in this wildly specific case, they're boxers. Everyone knows boxers are muscular, but they have a special kind of muscle.

One thing you might notice is that boxers' bodies are pretty diverse, even in the same weightclass (take Andy García and Luis Ortiz together, for example), but the things that tie them together are their solid cores -another word to say that their abdomens are strong and shaped like squares- and that their pecs or legs aren't usually very muscular given the kind of sport they're in. Exceptions can happen, but it's generally for stocky/short athletes like Tyson who hold tremendous amounts of power.

Now compare one to a wrestler or a bodybuilder.

What do we see here? For one, wrestlers got very thick legs and great amounts of their strength go to their upper bodies, so it's easy to see them more as meaty triangles. Then we got the bodybuilders, whose muscles are well-defined, but not very "useful". I'm not saying that they're not strong, but these guys practically dehydrate themselves to show off, so I'd recommend not modelling athletes after them.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. I personally like to take in consideration all the little nuances of the human body, so I go over this small process of research. That's just me who'd rather have a more grounded approach, but I encourage you to take creative liberties if reality is stopping you from drawing the next Baki. :)

(Side note, please check out Howard's Schatz's athlete photography. It can give you a beautiful array of examples.)

Once I figured out what kind of body I want my character to have, I do exploration sketches. It's very fun to hop straight into making an illustration, but I've found said sketches to be very useful because they make me feel familiar with whom I'm dealing with. You might also get a funny face that sticks with your design the rest of it's life (happened to me with Aran's "unibrow" and Joe's droopy face even though they already got a canon design), but beyond that, it's a way to give everyone you draw an identity.

Expressions are another thing. This is more an intuitive act in my part, but you might see that in real life, despite people sharing happiness/ sadness/anger/etc, our expressions are not going to be the same. How do you think an energetic lunatic might laugh vs a mild-mannered scaredy guy?

Exactly.

When all of that is done, for consistency's sake, I tend to have a ref sheet right next to me when I draw (this involves pulling out pinterest, old art, comics, etc. whatever I got at hand). I've done turnarounds before, but I'm honestly a bit lazy when it comes to that-- so to Joe and Don anon, don't escape from your responsabilities like some people.

⚆ _ ⚆

I think it boils down to treat each character as an individual, taking in consideration things like their profession, nationality, age, etc. You don't gotta have a super expansive biography, but what has generally worked for me is going for a gut feeling of what feels natural and what doesn't, and said feeling has developed over time the more I meet people in real life and study other artists.

(And thank you for the kind words, anon!)

[coffeeghoulie]

22 for the kiss meme with mountain/Rain? maybe hockey au if you're up for it

anon you read my mind (there may or may not be an actual hockey au fic in the works ;) )

But hockey au Mountain/Rain coming right up!

#22: in a rush of adrenaline

from this prompt list

Rain's got his heart in his throat, fingers tense around his stick. He's exhausted, an hour of regulation and twenty minutes of overtime plastering his hair to his forehead with sweat. The team's played as hard as they can, but the away team's defense has shut down every push.

Their own defense has played just as well, most of all Mountain, leaving the scoreboard completely empty.

It comes down to the shootout, each team taking turns, one man on the ice against the walls that are the goaltenders. Whoever gets the first puck past them gets to move on to the playoffs. Rain's never had a post-season, at least not in the big leagues, not before the Ghouls. He doesn't want to go golfing quite yet.

Rain holds his breath as the center skates full speed towards Mountain, who shifts in his crease. It feels like the entire arena's holding their breaths too. All he can hear is the sound of blades on a clean sheet of ice, the sound of rubber against fiberglass.

He might be imagining it, but Rain thinks he can see Mountain's eyes glint like emeralds as he focuses. Never mind the fact that Rain's on the bench, and he can't even see Mountain's face through his cage.

The center shoots, and with a flash, Mountain has the puck in his glove, tossing it back to the ref. Rain deflates in relief, takes a deep breath as Dew hops over the bench from where he's sitting next to him, skating over to center ice as the ref sets the puck down.

Dew's a streak speeding down the ice, stick handling and trying to the other goalie. Rain doesn't remember his name, but he doesn't worry about it. Not while he's watching Dew wind up, a surprising amount of force behind it, and the next thing Rain knows is that the entire arena bursts into screams, the goal light flashing and the siren blaring.

Every single one of the Ghouls jumps over the bench, swarming the ice around Dew, and Rain sees Mountain skating up as fast as he can, lid pushed up, grinning giddily as he joins the pack surrounding Dew.

"You did it!" Rain cheers as Mountain collides into him, all six foot six of him, covered in pads and equipment, a true mountain of a man. "Another fucking shut out, good job!"

He's grinning and covered in sweat and water from where he sprayed himself, and Rain's exhausted but his heart is beating a thousand miles a minute, and he should be jumping on Dew, yelling and cheering with the rest of his team but there's Mountain. He wouldn't be surprised if he got star of the game, not letting a single puck past him.

Their hearts are already beating frantically in their chests, and Rain blames it on the adrenaline when he reaches up and pulls Mountain down by the jersey, crushing their lips together.

Mountain flounders, a little off-balance, but he's still grinning. It tastes like sweat and a little bit like the gatorade Rain chugged between periods, but they're riding the high of it all, the realization that they've won.

Mountain pulls away, arms around Rain's shoulders, the flat of his goalie stick pressed against his back. His cheeks are ruddy with exertion, and it makes his freckles stand out. His eyes crinkle as he laughs. "You ready for playoff hockey?"

Rain grins, shark-like. "You fucking know it."

[achromant]

Ref Sheets for Moth.

He is a "patchkin", a derogative term for folk whose family tree looks like an encyclopedia of native species. Because not all species are equally compatible, patchkin are exceedingly rare, and usually seen as outsiders, regardless of where they go. The few that survive long enough tend to flock together in small villages, mostly inhabiting areas of the world that would be hostile to life.

Moth specifically grew up in the Shattered Plains, an uninhabitable piece of land that was the stage for an arcane war centuries ago. The magical fallout weakened the walls of the world in some places, and now the Plains are constantly invaded by otherworldy armies.

Between Moth's heritage and his childhood in the magical equivalent of a nuclear testing site, his body is somewhat unstable. He learned how to deal with most side effects though, and can now willingly alter some aspects of his physical form. He can turn skin to scales or hair into armor, can grow extra limbs or a tail, and even some rudimentary wings (though they are only for show, he can't figure out how to make feathers)

Aside from the shapeshifting stuff, he is just freakishly strong and heavy, which makes swimming an issue sometimes. Moth is also around 3m // 10ft tall, so he isnt really suited for anything stealthy. He usually avoids cities and large crowds in general for that reason.

He worked as a mercenary in the past, and is now an employee of Master Agnes, a powerful wizard. Currently, he is stuck in Neerfahr after an involuntary portal hopping adventure. But since his initial mission was to beta-test Master Agnes' magical guidebook to local flora and fauna, he might as well do that til he finds a way back.