#New ocs woohoo

[idle-identity-ocs]

Clyde and Major

[kald-dal-art]

Haven’t really drawn anything new these past weeks because of school so have a compilation of Hunger Games art of some of the Victors both OCs and canon

[zephyrfuse]

My piece for the @agentshipzine / Classified Love Zine! This was super fun thank you so much for having me! And my friends here for supporting me! 💙💜💗💛

Full online zine - https://heyzine.com/flip-book/c0681d3f39.html

No text full piece under the cut!

[divine-valley]

Incomplete

They come slowly.

In drips and drabs…

One.

Two.

Two.

One.

One.

Three.

One.

Two.

Never a full set. Never four. None of them are a complete pod, all stragglers.

Much like him they wait. They stand still and look of into the distance and wait. They must be counting as well. Some are lucky. Some approach others and they fall into step toward the gunships.

Still there is no complete set.

Slowly the others leave. In silence. Heads bowed as they turn their backs to the red wasteland that surrounds them on all sides.

Still he waits.

There is still a chance for two of his brothers to return to him.

He had watched Akaan go down with his own eyes. Through the lens of a sniper scope.

How does he know it was Akaan?

It could have been one of the thousands of others who wore identical armor to him...he knew. He knew the brother he was raised with. Knew his walk, his run, the way the gripped his DC.

He knew his brother was dead.

They had all been separated in the chaos, no proper leadership, no one to turn to.

Attack, attack, attack.

They were not made for frontal assault.

All the training, all the skills carved into their bodies gone to waste. The purpose Akan was made for will never be realized. Something heavy lays at the bottom of his stomach as he kepts his head forward.

The loadmaster calls another arrival of a ship. He does not move. He will stay as long as it takes.

More figures appear in the distance. Clad in white though there's a shine of something.

Of silver.

One.

One commando among them.

The closer the lone commando comes the more he recognizes.

The stride of his tired walk, the swing of his hands, the tilt of his head.

Right, left, right, left, bounce, right, left, right, left, bounce.

At long last his body has a reason to move. Despite the exhaustion that is so deep in his bones somehow there is still a drop of adrenaline.

Strangely enough this is familiar. Always the last to complete training. Always the last to leave a room. Always the last to fall asleep.

The last to be greeted by their brothers.

Trio.

His arms stretch out, his helmeted head meets his Trio's.

"Hex...Akaan?"

"Akaan is dead." The words just come out. They need to come out.

Trio grows still only for a moment.

"Hex might be on the Implacable. Probably couldn't stand this heat any longer."

They both know Hex wouldn't be there waiting for them. He would have never have left without them...but the thought is nice. The lie is a comfort. They fall into step, shoulder to shoulder. Usually Akaan walked between them with Hex leading the way. That will never happen again.

Now it will be the two of them.

There is one commando still waiting. He watches them as they pass. For a second he thinks to reach out, to offer...something. A word of sympathy, an invitation to join them.

"Rip,"

He hadn't realized he had stopped walking. Trio's voice beckons him to keep going and so he does.

They board the ship in silence. At this moment...there's so little to say but so much to talk about.

They are alive, they won the day but they are now incomplete.

[kordbot]

I'm very insane about our sillyguys so I drew a thing. patches belongs to @hackingmachine , steven is mine [though he's just a hand and bloody puddle on the floor] the song is photographic memories by steam powered giraffe !!

[lunechille]

[in-search-of-a-meaning]

where are you going?

꧁First꧂ - ✦Previous✦ - ☬Next☬

[panstarry]

spider-ade 🍋💥‼️

[pantherloid]

❤️❤️❤️ VaLentine ❤️❤️❤️

[mockhoundart]

Flower 4 U!

[avas-wonderland]

Based on the opening for Urusei Yatsura

[lizardperson]

can you feel my bass

[on ao3]

fandom: original work rating: g wc: 695 prompt: #fff270 lights and sirens for @flashfictionfridayofficial

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"I hate it," Valerie yelled.

"What?" Eli yelled back and moved closer to her.

"I said I hate it!"

He gave her the typical Eli-look. "Oh, come on! You said you'd give it a chance!"

"Well, I did. And I hate it."

He rolled his eyes. "We've been here for a full three minutes! You promised me an hour."

"I hate you," she sighed. He wasn't wrong. And he knew her too well, that's why he had talked her into staying in this stupid club for another fifty-seven minutes before she was allowed to officially label it as a 'once and never again' experience. And she already had regrets.

"No, you don't," he countered - and again, he wasn't wrong. "Anyway, I'm going to dance now. Feel free to join me." Eli turned on his heel and dove into the crowd without waiting for an answer.

Valerie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, looking after him. "I don't dance," she grumbled to herself.

Instead, she made her way to the bar. Might as well get a drink if she had to kill an hour without losing her mind. Finally holding a beer in hand, she leaned against a wall and let her eyes wander across the room. What a ridiculous idea this had been, going 'to the club'. While the crowd was mostly her age - at least Eli hadn't dragged her to some college club or something - she still felt completely out of place and awkward as hell. And she did hate it. The music overall wasn't bad, but way too loud, the lights were too flashy, and there were too many people.

Valerie had promised Eli an hour, but nobody said she actually had to spend that time on the dancefloor, or anywhere near it for that matter, so she eventually fled outside for some fresh air, and peace and quiet. A few small groups of people stood around, chatting and smoking, and she bummed a cigarette off someone, then found a lonely corner and enjoyed the cool night air.

A voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "Hi!"

That tiny word was enough to set off blaring sirens in her head. Valerie looked up and sighed. "Oh. It's you." Great. Probably one of the last people she wanted to see tonight.

Annabelle beamed at her. "Wouldn't have taken you for the club-going type." Everyone else would have said that in a mocking tone - but not her. Why did she always have to be so damn earnest. And what was she grinning about anyway - no, not grinning. Smiling. Like she was actually happy that they had run into each other here. Valerie hated her.

"I'm not. That's why I'm standing around outside, instead of in the actual club," she informed her.

"Yeah, took me a bit to get into it, too," Annabelle chuckled. "But once you manage to let go and just forget the people around you and let the music carry you, it's actually really fun. Almost a bit of a transcendental experience sometimes."

Valerie wanted to respond with a mean comment, to make fun of her in some way, but for inexplicable reasons her usually so sharp tongue failed her. Instead, she just gave a vague "uh-huh".

"You wanna dance with me?" Annabelle's smile grew even wider, making her dimples more prominent. If it were lighter here, her many freckles and the slight wrinkles around her eyes would be more visible too. Why was she smiling so much all the time anyway…

"Doesn't your husband mind or something?" Valerie scoffed, getting a loud laugh in return.

"No, he really doesn't."

"Anyway, no."

Annabelle looked at her for a few moments, still smiling, then she nodded. "Okay. Then I will leave you to your beer. Hope you still have fun tonight."

"Sure. Whatever," Valerie grimaced.

"I'll see you around." Annabelle winked at her and finally left.

"Unfortunately," Valerie murmured to herself, looking after her. What was it with this woman and her ridiculous bouncy walk. Like she was skipping wherever she went. And did she seriously just wink at her? Valerie hated her so much. At least that's what she kept telling herself…

[artsy-1diot]

wow the year is almost over scary anyways art summary yippeeeeee

also i have posted all of these before on various platforms (toyhouse, artfight, and here I think) so you might have seen some before

i will be making more art next year maybe i'll do this again idk :P

(full art links and credits below cut)

january and febuarys' arts are hidden for non-authorized oops

march april may june july august

SEPTEMBER WAS NEVER POSTED SHIT its just my yt banner whatever

october november december

the drawing I picked for july was made for artfight here's the character :]

[fernwebs]

i finished the pages of Minion and my favorite Louise

tbh i kinda like the way the pages look after the water on my sketchbook dried

[zpxz]

NEW *COMIC* COMIL DESIGN BC… bc… bc🤔… WELL that’s a story for another time!!😉😉‼️‼️💃🏻💃🏻

@apollospxce /aesthetically updates you on the new Comil design

He looks more emo tho now.. but he’s still the same fruity guy🥳���

[kismetmoon]

been having fun with looser drawings and making up concepts for how they would use prehensile tails

[ID: three digital drawings of two original, stylised Flatland characters named Atlas and Stella on a grey background.

Atlas is a light grey isosceles triangle with dark grey limbs, a tail with a V-shaped tip, a black eyebrow, one eye with a grey star-shaped pupil, scars on his side and across his eye, and chips in his top and bottom right corner.

Stella is a small humanoid creature who has an eye for a head with four top eyelashes and a blunt point on top, black limbs, a black tail with a fluffy tip and grey skin.

In the leftmost drawing, Atlas is standing and looking to the left with a neutral expression. He is holding Stella using his tail and she is smiling at him and laughing.

In the top drawing, Atlas and Stella are dangling upside-down by their tails from a horizontal pole. Atlas is asleep and Stella is looking at him while her limbs hang down. There is writing by Atlas that says “other limbs tucked in” and by Stella that says “not sure how to do it yet” with an arrow pointing to her.

In the rightmost drawing, Stella is wearing a nightgown and posed as though creeping sneakily. She is shown from the side, facing forward, and smiling mischievously while looking behind. There is writing above her that says “creature…”.

End ID].