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hermit+ pairing request doodle dump of varying quality
from top to bottom: grumbo, treebark, pearl/cleo, scardubs x3, mumbo/cub, (treebark)
#i really ran out of steam by the end but i really wanted to do everybodys requests!!!!!!!!#this is my excuse for the very mixed bag of pieces#kostik draws#hermitcraft#hermitcraft fanart#hermitshipping#trafficshipping#rendog#inthelittlewood#martyn littlewood#renthedog#grian#mumbo jumbo#goodtimeswithscar#gtws#gtwscar#bdoubleo#bdoubleo100#zombiecleo#pearlescentmoon#cubfan135#god what a HEAP of tags#never ask me to draw anything but scarian ever again#fanart#sorry took so long to post i wanted to redraw one but had a flashback#so ill just post as is#im not drawing anymore today
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i literally do not care about big emergencies on abc's 911. i want to see my characters talk to each other and have stories that are parallels to small, everyday (everyday for first responders) emergencies
#why must everything be such a big ass event#okay yes it makes sense for a season premiere (tsunami my beloved <33)#and they sometimes slay at the end of a season (sniper arc <33)#but god other than that i literally do not care!!!!#bc they are bad#im not even sorry but the ebola 2.0 story is just not interesting to me#i would never rewatch it even if it gave us buck athena doing crime and chobby moments that make me scream and my beautiful boy ravi#like i care about the characters!!!!!#idgaf about anything else tbh#thats why i watch this show bc i love (almost) every character on this show and i want to learn more about them and see them in situations#so many recent episodes have zero rewatchability to me bc tim is out here trying to do some crazy ass thing that ends up not being executed#well or sacrifices character development#and like man what are you doing???#making episode long arcs that are still focused on the mains and not just doing shit for the sake of doing shit is possible and has been#done on 911 before#pls#tim pls i want my characters to have satisfying development and arcs i dont need to see a 4 minute long helicopter chase or your poorly#written versions of movies you like#either start cooking up good mass events again (see: earthquake tsunami sniper) or just stopppp doing them pls#sorry i saw tims interview where he said there's gonna be another mass casualty event at the end of 8 and i just know its not gonna be it#like some of these episodes this man has been writing have so few good character moments/interactions that im like.#why did i even watch the episode i could have gotten all i wanted from gifs on tumbler dot com and wouldnt have had to watch 40 minutes of#poorly written everything else#anyway i love everyone who works on 911 abc (excluding tim) they are beautiful and hardworking and put up with that bald mans delusionals#and ofc i love all my beautiful mains you are the reason i watch this show i cannot imagine 911 without my beloved firefam
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happy pride month
#surprise. it's a bit. i actually drew the punchline earlier and was like “oh ill make up the lead in later”#and then the lead-in ended up being 8 pages long and semi-serious. kms. and my wrist#isat#isat spoilers#odile#siffrin#mirabelle#i want to be her best friend irl and im so serious i adore her#anyways. long post be upon ye dash again sorry#art#god i hope this one lands im worried it sucks. oh well. cant all be bangers#also this isnt the same universe or context or whatever as the other comic like this its just bits#also. the trick to getting siffrin to agree to themself being loved is to just confuse them with something else. like a dog taking a pill#long post
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loving machine | oscar piastri x reader, ex!lando norris x ex!reader | smut, angst | minors DNI!
warnings, tags, and notes: smut, angst, hurt no comfort, rebound oscar, no use of (Y/N), I love lando but he's a massive dick in this, implied Magui (ew), oral sex (fem receiving), pussy-drunk oscar, fingering, breath play (fem towards masc), unprotected P in V (wrap before you tap, kids!), reader denies oscar a creampie lol, time skips throughout the fic, wrote this with a tragic Christmas vibe in mind, mentions of drinking and being drunk, oscar just wants to love someone, inspired by 'loving machine' by tv girl, this came to me randomly and now we're here, enjoy! <3

Breakups are never easy. Especially when it comes to breaking up with Lando Norris. He's a sweetheart all around and maybe one of the kindest people you've ever met, but when he gets angry he can become one of the meanest and cruelest people out there.
You both didn't love each other like you expected. It should have been a mutual understanding, things simply fizzled out and didn't work, but Lando firmly believed you were the gift that kept on giving.
And that made a wound bloom between you two. Lando demanded to know why you didn't love him anymore when he wasn't giving you a reason to continue. When free, he'd come home late, sometimes alone, sometimes with Max in tow, usually tipsy. His best friend would give you a blank stare and what you thought was a sorry smile.
Lando doesn't speak to you anymore. And you're finally relieved. There isn't much more that you could have done to keep that relationship alive.

You're at the doctor's office today, a dreary Tuesday morning in London. You've had sporadic headaches that felt more like migraines than anything. You've waited almost a week for your appointment. Doesn't matter, you're here now.
The artificial light in the waiting room makes your eyes water and your temple ache, feeling just as terrible. You'll get the pills and it will go away. It always does. You decide to close your eyes and rest for a bit.
Time feels like molasses behind your eyes, the darkness comforting but shaky. You feel a bit nauseous. And then someone calls out your name.
You open your eyes, expecting to see an assistant with their name list and beckoning you inside. But instead, you're met with soft brown eyes and a familiar face. You blink once, then twice. "Oscar?" You croak out, not expecting your voice to be as rough as it sounds.
The Aussie gives you a shy smile, familiar with how you and Lando left things. It feels a bit illegal to Oscar to see you and not Lando by your side. "Hi," He says softly, his tone hesitant, as if approaching a wild, scared animal. "Didn't, um, expect to see you here."
"At the doctor's office?" You ask him, a bit annoyed at his question. Oscar blinks a few times, quickly, and shakes his head. "No! No, uh, in London. You know," But you don't really know. It's just a filler. "Isn't Silverstone an hour's drive from here?"
Oscar looks down at you, still standing still in front of your feet, less than a foot away from you. He looks you over, really looks, and shifts his weight from foot to foot. "Well, yeah. I've been having some aches in my knee, my trainer told me to go here."
It sounds strange, but you shouldn't care which doctor Oscar goes to. You shouldn't care if Lando goes to this doctor, too, when he's in London. "Oh, sorry to hear that." He shakes his head in a silent, "Don't worry."
You look up at him and the seat, a small offer. And Oscar complies. He sits next to you and fidgets a bit. You don't look at him, nor do either of you speak much. Time drags on a bit and you each wait for your appointments to end, two prescription bottles in each of your hands.
"Are you doing anything now?" Oscar asks you before you reach for the door handle of the waiting room. You're stunned at his question. What would Oscar Piastri want to do with you? And yet, you entertain the idea, a small flutter in your stomach.
A nagging feeling tells you no, but your pettiness and need are screaming yes!
Blonde and blue flash before your eyes and you remember the times you'd spent scrolling through Instagram handles, looking at Lando's posts, F1 gossip blogs, the pretty smile that haunted your dreams every other night.
Jealousy is a disgusting feeling.
Oscar watches the cogs turn in your head, the offer open until you speak. His eyes travel to your hands, gripping the door handle tightly. Regard her with interest. Let her know she's being heard. Always be polite. Those are all tricks his uncle had once told him at some old Christmas party, giving a 15-year-old Oscar a 101 on flirting.
And when you slightly move, his eyes are back on you. Oscar smiles when you shake your head. A shy smile, somewhat pink in the cheeks. Flames lick in the inside of his stomach. "Can I interest you in some tea then?"
You look up at him and nod. "Yes."

Oscar realizes that he'd much rather have you sink on his cock than win any Grand Prix. It's a crazy thought, the hunger for winning dissipating when you moan in his ear, gripping onto his shoulders with intense need.
He selfishly thinks that he can fuck you better than Lando.
Tea is on the table, the steam gone from the two mugs on the small coffee table in Oscar's hotel room. Instead, he's kissing you on the couch, gentle and giddy.
Your panties are discarded in a pile of clothes along with his boxers. Oscar bounces you steadily on his dick, quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of you. Your hands slide up from his shoulders, settling on his neck, squeezing a bit. Oscar's eyes gloss over and he chuckles breathlessly.
"You're so pretty," He groans, his hands gripping your waist as he moves you a bit faster. Your eyes flutter closed as you moan, gasping when he hits deeply in you. "Oh, Oscar!" You cry out, pleasure wracking over your entire being.
You hope Lando hears you through the hotel walls.

I don't want anything serious.
The words suddenly echo in Oscar's mind as he's holding the Hungary trophy. He remembers the text you had sent him after Silverstone. Still high off his first win, as shitty as it had been.
He gulps and looks at his teammate. Lando was stormy-faced for various reasons. Still, his eyes blur when he stares for too long.
Oscar knows that Lando knows. He'd seen you leave Oscar's hotel room back when they were in the UK. He remembers how Lando's lips parted, ocean-green eyes widening a bit as if he'd seen a ghost.
And Oscar had also seen the satisfaction in your eyes, he knew you weren't good for him, not in the long run. You were just fun. Oscar could use a bit of fun in his life.
And yet, when he sees you again, this time standing in front of your London apartment, he feels that fluttering feeling all over again. He’s never going to be the first choice and that’s alright. He’s fine with just sex and jokes, helping you around the apartment if needed. Oscar was taught to always give back, and you gave him so much. Even if sometimes he wished you’d give him a little more. But it’s okay, he’ll settle by whispering please, love me into your back when you fall asleep in his arms.

Abu Dhabi is huge for McLaren. Huge for Oscar, huge for Lando. It makes you sick in the stomach when you see rumors of a new girl on Lando's arm. You should hate him, but the thought that he's moved on so quickly makes you itch.
Oscar scratches that itch.
He's sweet and he's funny with his particular dry sense of humor. You like Oscar. He's nice company. He fucks good too.
He thrusts deeper, more methodically, deft fingers always leaving you with fried nerves and buzzed. He was almost perfect.
Sure, he didn't pull your hair like you liked. And maybe he didn't spank your ass as hard as you'd like, but you chalked it up to him being gentle. It's fine.
You hate to compare Oscar to Lando. He doesn't deserve that.
And yet you do. You compare the tan skin to his pale one, the ocean green to the woody brown, the curls that seemed to flatten out in softer waves.
Sometimes, and even then, you kiss the two moles that rest on Oscar's neck, the ones that look like a misplaced vampire bite. You kiss them and imagine you're kissing the moles on Lando's face. The one closer to his eye and the other resting over his smile line.
It fills you with a bit of guilt but that's alright, opting to simply run your hands down Oscar's chest and give him a pretty smile. A silent conversation that ends in sex. Just an exchange.
Oscar comes over for a while, wanting to spend time with you before he returns home for Christmas. You offered him a small pre-Christmas dinner and who was he to decline?
He even arrives with a little gift in his hand, looking a bit silly with his Santa hat. "Hi," He smiles, cheeks pink from the cold and from you.
"Hi," You smile, too, and blink a few times. "Take that off, you look stupid," You reach for the hat and take it off his head, messing his hair up a bit. Oscar just chuckles. "Sorry."
Things seem to run in a routine. The door closes behind him and he's pulling you in for a kiss. "Missed you," He admits against your lips. You're not listening, simply kissing him back.
You make pasta and you eat quietly with Oscar. It feels weirdly domestic and that makes your chest tighten uncomfortably. These are just two people who fuck eating together, normal stuff.
After dinner, you're both lying on the floor next to your Christmas tree, all the lights mixing together and casting a slight red glow over the Aussie. Oscar looks contemplative, as usual.
You, you're simply looking at him. You boldly reach out and trace a finger down the slope of his nose, a faint smile on your lips. Oscar turns to look at you, eyes glimmering under the Christmas lights.
It's poetic in a tragic way. You know you're going to hurt him, but you can't bring yourself to put an end to this now.
His hands come and touch, grabbing your wrists and gently pinning you down on the wooden floor. Oscar kisses down your neck, mouthing, and nipping slowly, his fingers unbuttoning your comfy Christmas pajama top, the flannel being peeled off of you swiftly. He kisses over your chest, giving love to each nipple.
He dares to stare at you with those precise and loving eyes, the color of his iris burning into your mind. Chocolate brown, you smile at the thought. A soft moan escapes you then.
Oscar's cheeks are hot and flushed, pulling at the tiny matching pajama shorts, seeing that you're soaked to the touch. He runs a thumb down your clothed slit, your thighs twitching at the featherlight contact.
The Aussie kneels down, resting comfortably on his stomach as he pulls your legs over his shoulders, pressing little kisses to your pussy. It's all a haze as you let your head fall back at the sight. "Yes, yes," You chant, urging Oscar to continue.
Your panties are pulled off and he doesn't waste time diving in, making out with your pretty cunt, eyes half-lidded and concentrated. He whines into your core a bit, thumb pressing down onto your clit softly as he tongue-fucks you.
Hands pull at the roots of his hair, and breathy moans and cries of his name are heard throughout the apartment—a sight to behold.
Oscar knows what you like. He likes what you want because Oscar likes you.
And he doesn't stop eating you out like a man starved until he's pulled two orgasms out of you. By then, his aching cock is begging for attention. He pulls you up onto his lap, snapping you out of your little reverie. Oscar pushes his joggers down and sinks you onto his cock, keeping a steady rhythm to satiate the hunger he has for you.
You both gasped in unison at the smooth intrusion, his pace was desperate and rough, pounding into you like no tomorrow. "You feel so tight, sweetheart," He moans as his hands wrap around your waist. You're a babbling mess, a bit wrecked from the immense pleasure.
"Oh, fuck, cum for me again," Oscar pleads, eyes searching for yours before pulling you into a kiss. You nod frantically into the messy kiss, gasping as he angles his hips to hit deeper. "Yeah, yes! F-feels so good, Osc, fuck,"
It's all surprisingly soft with how high emotions were. "Come on, sweetheart," Oscar murmurs, hips stuttering, thumb coming down to rub tight circles on your clit.
Oscar aches all over as your eyes shut, feeling like this might be the moment he realizes he's in love. He just pushes those feelings down and fucks you harder. "Can I cum inside of you?" Oscar asks, eyes watchful and hips never stalling.
Your eyes snap wide open, and you stare at him. "What? No, Oscar." The rejection doesn't hurt him; it's the tone of your voice that makes him feel small and shameful. "Okay, sorry," he whispers and kisses your lips.
Oscar pulls out and cums over your thighs, his cheeks flushed pink in a cute way. He's biting his lip as you finish yourself off by fingering yourself. Oscar loves you a little more.
After you've both calmed down, Oscar's eyes feel hot and glassy. The words he'd been dying to say rise and fall like bile, his breath short and slightly shaky.
But you don't stare at Oscar at all.

Oscar isn't what you want. He was a pity fuck that fueled your jealousy and sick satisfaction.
And you knew you'd be hurting him, but you've blocked the guilt out.
He's not Lando and he never will be, whether that's a good or bad thing.
The call comes one night in Australia, morning in London. Oscar's voice is slightly frantic at first but he tries to calm down. You know what's coming, and you feel the pit in your stomach grow, hot flashes of guilt and nerves make your vision blur slightly.
"I-I'm- What I'm trying to say is that," Oscar takes a breath, shaky and hopeful. "I think I'm in love with you."
The silence that follows is deafening, and the longer you take to answer, the less hope Oscar has for whatever this is.
Then comes your cold reply. "Then do something about it."
The call ends and you block Oscar's number.

The last time you'd seen Oscar was two years ago, you've already disconnected yourself from the world of Formula 1. If Lando is still with that woman, you don't know nor care. Sometimes you think about Oscar, but it's very fleeting. You know that if you do, you'll never recover.
Oscar hasn't been able to go a day without thinking about you. Some days it's easier than others, but it's always you. Like clockwork, your smile or your laugh comes to his memory.
He could never hate you, even now.
He was simply your fabulous loving machine.
#[v won’t stfu]#oscar piastri angst#oscar piastri f1#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri smut#oscar piastri#[my writing!!]#finally here oh my god#im so sorry for hte long ass delay but loving machine is yours now!!!#will post on AO3 as well#loving machine
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The moment when you find exactly what you were looking for (it was your best friend the whole time)
(close-ups below & my commission info)




#oh to see your best friend and question wether or not it’s possible to believe another person into godliness#because you believe in her. and she’s the closest thing to a god that you’ve ever known.#I will never shut up about them. I don’t think it’s possible.#‘my president’?? okayyyyyyy 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈#im sorry. they are so in love it’s actually crazy.#I use the term ‘in love’ to describe strong nonromantic feelings also :)#but like it’s debatable. y’know. my headcanons are too specific to put into words you just have to link brains with me.#figs shirt was supposed to say ‘my girlfriend is a wizard and she will kill you’ but I couldn’t fit all of that on there#fig faeth#kristen applebees#faebees#figsten#rip fig you would have loved queerplatonic partnership and polyamory#I would include kristen in that statement but she’s already aware#it’s been too long since I’ve posted about them. I clearly have some feelings built up#fantasy high#d20#dimension 20#d20 fantasy high#d20 fanart#fantasy high fanart#fh#fhfy#fhjy#queerplatonic#undescribed#not described#my art
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"I was so jealous of Chan-hyung's team..."
#bang chan#changbin#christopher bang#christopher bahng#seo changbin#stray kids#skz#~#createskz#staydaily#bystay#channiesnet#3rachasource#dreamytag#userlau#kiwitracks#vilmatrack#thestephtag#usersun#usersa#mimotag#tuserchrissy#uservivi#this made me unreasonably emo#my beloveds my boys the loves of my life <33333#god those really are his boys and he's come so far and they've all went through so much and god im gonna start crying. best boys ever.#also sorry this is so long. but i needed the whole bit. KLSJDGKLDS
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Doodle before i start working on the requests again
#I am so sorry its taking so long good god#Im just working on smth big atm (and watching madoka magica but lets look past that shall we)#drdt#danganronpa despair time#soaps scribbles#doodle#mai akasaki#teruko tawaki#min jeung#david chiem#xanvid#«----implied but still#drdt spoilers
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day 6 || this era lasted like 2 minutes but i love it anyway
#daily gi-hun#redhead gi-hun my beloved#i know i barely ever draw him w/ red hair its not on purpose i swear#god this era of gi-hun in general is just so. hes exquisite to me okay#all eras of gi-hun are exquisite jsyk but while we r on the topic of this one#ppl kinda misunderstand this gi-hun lots i think. it was esp bad in 2021 i remember when he turned around before getting on the plane#hes not healed. like. At All.#if im being honest i dont even think this couldve been the START of a healing journey for him#other people have pointed this out before but like. what was he gonna do in america#that guilt would still follow him there. the trauma and ptsd would still be a huge part of his life#and its not like there are readily available resources for dealing with the trauma of going thru a death game#yeah he'd get to be with his daughter but ga-yeong is very perceptive and i think she'd notice the changes within her dads personality#which could even put a different kind of strain on their relationship thats different from the kind that existed before#gi-hun could only rlly distract himself for so long. i feel like even if he did go to america it'd just be a matter of time before he >#> couldnt take it anymore and went back to stop the games OR. something.. Worse.#its just not the kind of person gi-hun is. to forget like people want him to. thats just not him im sorry#there was never a world where he got on that plane and left it behind for good#anyway whatever i dont think we should shame a guy for trying to stop mass murder#yea we can debate all day about the effects his self isolation had on other people but i will NOT back down on him being right for TRYING#(side note: you can acknowledge gi-huns isolation had negative effects on other people [ie his daughter] WITHOUT VICTIM BLAMING HIM)#squid game#seong gihun#seong gi hun#squid game fanart#my art#art post#doodle
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Ignore the fact I misspelled 'Ascension' focus on wow!!! the bugs!!! the critters!!! Calvert and Narin(der)!!!!! Woooo!!!! Yes yes these are their final refs, I've been toying with the idea of settling down and whatnot and wowww i finally did. Dont worry, blue wool calvert still exists, they just need to be in the right lighting for it!
#lettuce art tag#lettuce cotl#cotl fanart#cult of the lamb#cotl narinder#cult of the lamb fanart#cult of the lamb art#cotl the one who waits#cult of the lamb narinder#cotl lamb#cotl the lamb#cult of the lamb lamb#cotl au#cw nonsexual nudity#dont think anyone will read my tag rambles but oufff i take so much joy in the idea of the lamb being taller then narinder#its so fun to me#they saw his follower form and went “??? why are you so short oh my god???”#complete betrayal of expectations#I mean Calvert has seen him as Tall Imposing (silly) Cat god for so long#seeing him so small and holdable kills them a little#they want to pet him SO bad#in their defense he is VERY pettable#unfortunately the dude is going through it at the time so theres no pets for several hundred years . yeah it takes awhile#SORRY im rambling uhhh yep yeah wow
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sebastian when he's in danger: 😒🥱 sebastian when MC's in danger:😱😱❗❗❓😰😱😱 ((from the newest chap of my fic, which you can read here!))
#this chap took me so long to edit holy GOD im free!! sorry for such a long wait between updates😩😩#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x mc#sebastian sallow x oc#hogwarts legacy fanart#sebastian sallow fanfiction#choccyart
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#the visual juxtaposition between the dark and the light is really... just....#Luffy's rays of sunshine beaming down on this sceptic so hard it breaks him from his life-long childhood trauma-induced stupor of nihilism.#anyway.#sorry for weeb posting again the classic lotr themes of light and joy in the world that are still worth fighting for really got to me#arc after arc luffy becomes someone's hope and i eat that shit up every time#CJ's op watch-through#im not up to wano arc yet but. much to think about.#one piece spoilers#one piece#op#trafalgar law#trafalgar d water law#lawlu#gear 5 luffy#sun god nika#monkey d. luffy#have you heard about our lord and saviour luffy etc etc etc#op meta
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hoptal
#library of ruina#yesod lor#yesod#netzach lor#netzach#PRETEND ITS THE 14TH FOR ME OKAY!! god this thing made me feel so tired but its over. its over. am i happy w it? no.#ahhhghg the dialog is subpar. you can see visibly where i started and stopped some days. yk what. its. done.#ill do a whole different reblog from the sideblog on just ramblings of getting through it plus choices made. tldr aroace and harder to writ#romance that feels genuine. either way its done!! i was going to have it not as detailed but since i already missed the date by a lot might#as well put more effort into it yk. the last one made me want to die though. its really iffy compaired to the others . struggled so hard to#make it look right. ended up just going w one of the other previous sketches and just giving up and shading it in. i dobnot gaf it can look#weird but be done. HUZZAH!!!#ohbright forgot#netsod#probablt will do the text reblog abouuutt ???? 2 hours after og goes up. just to properly format it and collect thoughts and write#to who ever sent that anonymous ask. hope u like it. sorry it took so long#if this isnt in order i will melt into the floor and be consumed into the earth. PLEASEPELASPELASPLEASE#i onow i will make a seperate post abt it. but also. still just very. eh? i wanted to try and be true to what i had originally come to enjoy#with lor. but also i know im not capable of replicating such aspects and works and craftsmanship. but i still want to keep to what i can or#try to express facets that drew me into it all. which makes me a bit skittish abt writing dialog or drawing them in any other situation that#isnt just like. white void or the like. but still... .. .. . ahgh. skittish and overthinking. i cant tell what is attempting to handle with#adoration and care and what is just being overly terrified of having words or intent misconstrued#rechecking and rechecking and rechecking and .. . .. ect ect. i cannot look at it lest i explode
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Link getting evicted because I went back to my house and now it’s Zelda’s 😭😭
BRO GETS KICKED OUT????
#BALSBDKSBFKENF IM SORRY I WILL TRY TO DRAW THAT HE LOST HIS HOUSE#disappears for god knows how long and he has no clothes no house no bitches so sad </3#totk spoilers
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rut was really good im such a sucker for anything that just wants to be uplifting and genuine. so, here is them :3
#brightheart#cloudtail#warrior cats#art#i wanted to draw the designs they used for the map but i cant find official ref sheets anywhere wahhjksdf#god whenever anyone makes a video w these two it never fails to make me cry.#swiftpaw too T-T#ALSO IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO RESPOND TO THE LIONBLAZE ANSWERS YOU GUYS SENT#I WANTED TO ANSWER W DRAWINGS BUT CAUGHT UP W ART FIGHT AND I JUST. got burnt out w drawing lion#i think#which is a... problem that you can imagine#. how sad i am about
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I find I'm still stuck in place after so long.
#great god grove#ggg grujaja#bizzyboy gr#ggg bizzyboys#booooo booo Aotuurle made another image relating to song lyrics BOOOOOOOOOOO BOOOOOOOO#BOO THEM OFF THE STAGE#fun fact i have a whole brain amv for the song the lyrics are from for this guy. oops#anyway yeah.#gr feeling stuck in place because of anxiety and circumstance and not having anywhere else to go#and relying on a coping mechanism for over 20 years at least in my headcanons#feeling bad about himself that this is *all* he is after so long. someone afraid to break out of his comfort and perceived safety from fear#scared that this will be all there is. but more scared to change n stop seeing almost nothing and muffling himself from the outside world#so he stays in the cone blindly devoted to every word#i have so many thoughts about this guy its horrible in here#giving this guy a huge smoothie and wrapping him in hello kitty blankets. im sorry i fucked u up dude. i cant fix this one#what being my favorite does to you. sorry
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You should tell us about color psychology that sounds cool as hell
YES… HA HA HA… YES!
GGGOD I WISH I WASN’T OUT OF THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW. but i’ve been thinking about colors literally all day so you all get to be subject to my madness! sorry this is long and rambly wauaua. nightmarishly long post under the cut.
okay. first things first, a few basics. color theory and color psychology tend to get confused a lot in discussions, but they usually refer to different things. color theory is more about we physically perceive colors (color wheels and color schemes the like), while color psychology focuses on our emotional response to colors. if you’re familiar with the children’s hospital color theory post, that poster wasn’t actually talking about color theory, but color psychology (and also it’s incredibly surface level and heavily misunderstands the subject because in what fucking universe does the quantity of positive associations with a color matter more than the context it’s used in and sorry i have personal beef with this tumblr post).
color theory is also a special interest of mine but i’m not gonna touch on it too much here because it’s not entirely important. mmmaybe another time…
essentially, certain colors (and color combinations) have associations in our brains and that affect our behavior and emotions. these associations are also very much affected by the context a color is used in. colors don’t exist in a vacuum! so while red can symbolize passion and love when used in something like a dress or a bouquet of flowers, it has a very different connotation when it’s, say, splattered on the walls or smeared on the ground in a snail trail.
or for a less Children’s Hospital Themed example, i’ll put my euphrasie and king designs here!
(of course the saturation and brightness of these blues play a massive part in how they’re perceived but this is not a post about color theory this is n)
and, of course, combining colors in a piece can also change their meanings!! i’m about to get real fucking normal.
i’m gonna be focusing on the color combo of red and yellow here because it’s the one that’s most relevant to my art (and also it’s really interesting.) basically, seeing these two colors together activates the part of our brain that controls our appetite, making us actually feel hungry. this is why so many food companies use red and yellow in their branding! it’s neat stuff!!

also, if you’re familiar with it, this is why the mv for butcher vanity uses this color palette!! along with red’s general associations with danger and blood, the color combo also physically induces hunger. pretty fitting for a song about cannibalism!

(there is also red’s association with lust and passion and how that intersects with the double meaning in the lyrics but i cannot derail this post into being an analysis of butcher vanity i’m sorry. we’d be here all week. maybe another day... wipes a tear from my eye)
and i think this might be the reason why some people feel hungry when they see my art, even when i’m not drawing food. while i don’t tend to use red outright, most of my art has very warm undertones (red-oranges and yellows especially), which could be activating that hunger response??
(ah fuck color theory managed to weasel its way into this post again)
admittedly this part is just speculation on my end. i think my rendering style and Shapes also play a role in it, but it’s interesting for me to think about!!
this is only scratching the surface of how complicated colors can get. i was going to go on an entire tangent about color grading and how green lighting can make a scene feel unnerving but this post is already Too Fucking Long. aaaa super sorry if this is Rambly or hard to understand!! i’m not Entirely sure how much the average person knows about color theory and psychology so if there’s any confusing terms here i’m fine with adding stuff for clarity!
wauauuaa thank you so much for asking!!!! i love talking about colors.
tl;dr colors have a bunch of different emotions and meanings tied to them, but you’ve gotta pay attention to the context in which it’s being used. so maybe take a step back before you put that thick red trail on the floor of your children’s hospital.
#marshtalkin#<- and by god did i TALK.#hhholy fuck how long is this. im so sorry i thought this was gonna be WAY shorter#admittedly i only realized colors were a special interest. fairly recently?#i genuinely didn’t consider that most artists probably don’t spend hours pacing around thinking about color symbolism#<- god don’t even get me started on color symbolism in my designs i’m so fucking normal#…do i even tag this as isat?? i mean i know i have to tag spoilers anyways#because of euphrasie#but this is mostly a post about color psychology even if i’m using my isat art as examples#aaaa whatever#isat#in stars and time#isat spoilers#color theory#color psychology#asks#also actually as a sidenote. sometimes color psychology is called a subsection of color theory?#but generally when someone is talking about color theory they’re talking about the technical side of things#terminology is weird and confusing unfortunately…
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