#RAAHH

[karmacomesaround]

Art fight is over so uhhh it’s turtle time and one @dianagj-art

[drawingbakeryy]

“I.. uh-“

[strange0-0storm]

One simple question... How long does it took you to make your beautiful arts?✨ (+some time on sketches too?)

OH OH

For colored and rendered works they typically take 4-8 hours too a day (sometimes days plural) depending on how complex the drawing is. THATS WHY IVE BEEN LACKIN ON COLORED WORKS

As for sketches they take anywhere from 5 minutes to a couple hours, again depending on the complexity of the sketch 😋😋

IM A LITTLE BIT OF A PERFECTIONIST WHEN IT COMES TOO MY WORK. SO IT TAKES ME LONGER SOMETIMES HEHEH

AH YES SOME DIGITAL EXAMPLES

AND THEN SKETCH EXAMPLES

[caretaker-of-the-toys-au]

I AM CLOSE TO FINISHING THESE REFERENCES I STG!!!

[peanutsmixedwithjuice]

them, you can’t tell me otherwise

[yesimilkdamilkman]

the things ill do to the milkman and the things ill let him do to me

the DDD gon have to clean it all up🥴🥴🥴🤭🤭

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[yummycrummy]

🌈 Haven't drawn them for awhile

[someratidk]

he has long hair i dont care how unrealistic it is, he has long hair

[test123aee]

Oh wow i didnt realize. makin' art j and tessa this much.it just love their relationship besties, NOT SHIP😭 #murderdrones

[rainydaysie]

I made Pantala in Ponytown. Pyrrhia possibly coming soon

[valetoria]

would yall be interested if i made an aki fic 🧛‍♀️

[karmacomesaround]

MY SPIDERSONA!!! RAAAHHHH

[saintelilore]

Silly scenario: the Assad gang is throwing a party with the Ray brothers' parents out of town for the night and Riley's kickin' it back until he sees something unpleasant.

CW: mentions of drugs

When the Ray’s folks were gone for the night, a party was usually thrown downstairs in the basement of their big white house. It had all the room they needed, they being Assad’s gang, a decently sized lounging room to fit about twenty to thirty people– if no one minded getting cramped with their ass against someone else's crotch. Oh, Riley was certain no one would too, considering a few of their guests were already getting right into it, gyrating to the bumping bass and explicit music. But thankfully they had additional room with the backyard door wide open, leading out to the rather nice backyard where Keem handled the grill and Assad participated in beer pong or poker by the folded tables. Where the others were, hell, he was sure they were doing just fine amid the packed crowd. And Riley himself? He was lounging on the couch inside as the music pounds from his eardrums to the back of his skull, an arm draped along the back of the couch with his hips pushed out and toned thighs spread out, his tank top riding up to expose that lil happy trail of dark curls creeping down underneath. And of course, Riley Chayy wasn’t Riley without a blunt in hand. The weed he was smoking tonight was hitting. So, simply relaxing while everyone had their fair share of indulgences was just his cup of tea for tonight, taking a long drag and inhaling, feeling the high buzz through him just nice before he slowly blew it out. While his main excuse for smoking was to help with night terrors (and it did), he was fucking addicted to some extent. It made him feel more grounded, more at peace– instead of that antsy and angry kid he was back then when he was living with– woah, downer much, Ri? His eyes drag across the crowd lazily, barely lingering on the pretty girls dancing in barely anything and then to the hot guy by the bar with Assa– what? Suddenly his droopy eyes feel a bit too focused, his fingers flexing and clenching over his knee as he takes another drag of his blunt. Fuck. While it looked innocent as just chatting and having drinks, Riley wasn’t born yesterday.  He could see the ‘fuck me eyes’ and that devilish little smirk on those chapped lips.

Riley finally tears his eyes away after staring for a bit too long, suddenly feeling more interested in ‘people seeing’ once more. He didn’t wanna kill his mood, no– fuuuuck that. Riley hated buzzkills, so no way in hell was he gonna be one himself. He’d just need to find himself a distraction, a fucking remedy to cure him from whatever toxic push and pull that narcissistic brunette had on him. 

And it was easy enough to find himself some fun. 

Riley Chayy, the dreamboat of St. Eli (aside from his brother in Christ, Keem), had a knack for catching the eyes of most people. Handsome, charismatic, and a decent man, what wasn’t there to like about him? But the silent hype he gave himself made Riley roll his eyes as he took one last gander at the crowd before stopping on someone. And they were already looking his way, the man feeling their eyes dragging up his form. Then they’re leaning to their friend, with a cute smile on their face when his eyes meet theirs and Riley can’t help but quirk up his own. 

And like a bee to honey, they’re leaving their friend to make their way towards the couch. “Hey,” Riley greets as he gives them a once over. Bringing the blunt back to his lips, his eyes trail up once more as he continues, “Caught ya starin’, you weren’t feelin’ bad for lonely ol’ me, were you dollface?” His hand over the couch motions to the empty space beside him. “Got ya a seat right here if ya pity me, babe. Another one right here.” Then it flicks casually towards his lap.

[72months-offical]

a WIP for a scene in 72 months! Working on the digital version already :D

[mlp-natural-2]

GUESS WHO IS MISSING ANNA MILTON HOURS

Close ups under cut <3

Late season Cas is designed to look like a mule! Where he was more or less carved into a new animal as he experienced life and free will and humanity, Anna chose to be born a mule as a result of tearing out her own grace to become mortal. Will write more later xx

Donkeys represent the divine to me btw, Chuck’s new design will be a donkey bc he is an ASS

[gorgynei]

"so go get em, bells hells. ... see you on the other side" guitar riff explosion awesome rock montage starts