#Typos’ art

[typosandtea]

Danse.

Image description also below cut in case alt text sucks

[ID: A digital drawing akin to pencil shaded art. The head and neck of Paladin Danse from fallout 4 is drawn with a digital pencil, it is deeply shaded. Danse is a white man with brown eyes and black hair in a medium / short cut and a close shaved beard. He is looking at the viewer and has a very mild warm expression (which for Danse is basically smiling haha) the image is entirely greyscale except for his eyes which the irises are faintly warm brown, the image is lit from the left side, casting Danse’s eyes and right side into shadow. The drawing also details his freckles and various scars that are barely visible in game, he has a large diagonal scar through his left eyebrow, and 2 scars diagonally on his right lip that go on to his cheek. He also has small wrinkles around his eyes and forehead. The background of the image is radiating out from Danse, with close being white and the edges of the image in grey, it is done using the same pencil brush as the drawing. In the bottom left corner is the artist signature in grey “typos & tea :) ‘24”. End ID]

[blnxpc]

Arrow Poem

[heartcoric]

these stupid old men

[canonkiller]

but you can't keep holding on like this.

[lesbianjudasiscariot]

[the-phantom-peach]

fullmetal alchemist art i promised i would post 🙏

[keymintt]

a comic/zine about coyotes

[magicomens]

First >> Prev

I could say that realizing every artist's dream of completing a project like this wasn't easy, and while it's true, I must thank you all once again for encouraging me with your sweet comments and messages. It's thanks to you that a one-part punchline became a full 202 pages (!!!) story.

Now that it's over and if you still aren't tired of my shenanigans, you can follow my main blog (and see my yearly Snowlin Halloween illustration soon!).

As for the Magic Omens AU, please give me a moment to catch my breath and I'll start preparing the digital release (with bonus drawings) that will be downloadable from kofi!

To the Merlin fans who are keeping the fandom alive, to the Good Omens fans (I'm sure the 90 minutes finale will be great, even if we won't get a full season! stay hopeful!!) and to the fans of both shows for constantly enabling my silly idea,

thank you! <3

[void-dude]

how did Tad met Stan? Or..gravity falls in general?

maybe you're going to tell us later with the comic? Just askin (⁠◠ ◠

(also you're the first artist i make an ask on Tumblr, yeey

Teehee guess what I finally finished (because I kept pushing it back and using it as cool-down drawings…so it’s very uh inconsistent and messy but whatever)

For anyone wondering, Tad was trapped in a waiting room for god knows how long and Stanley freaking Pines somehow managed to draw the most delectable circle/portal of invitation. Did Stanley leave a big door open that leads right into gravity falls? Yes! Will it close? Very soon! Does that mean that Tad is corporal and got what Bill wanted by pure accident? Kinda! Simply put: Tad is here now, physically, mentally and will stick around for a while

Also this means I can finally share stuff without needing to worry kinda yay!!!

Also omg yay I'm so glad look at me I got your first ask yaaaay??!!

Edit: The aftermath of this!

[duckysprouts]

epic: the animated series

[clownowo]

been replaying the Portal series I think this is where its heading

[typosandtea]

Maintenance time.

Image description under cut

[ID: a digital drawing in a simplified style. Paladin Danse, his power armour and Murphy a fallout 4 sole survivor oc are pictured. Danse’s brotherhood armour is on the left of the image standing at rest. Danse is in the centre, he is reaching behind the armour with his right hand and is holding his left hand out to Murphy on his right for a spanner. Above him is a green speech bubble with a picture of a spanner and a question mark. He is in his orange brotherhood jumpsuit and is focused on the armour. Murphy is a white freckled woman with large grey and beige spotted feathery wings, she has greying light brown hair, yellow eyes and a large vertical 3 scars across her left eye vertically. She is wearing a vault suit with green combat pants and a bomber jacket over the top. She is eating a bowl of noodles with the chopsticks in her right hand. She passing Danse the requested spanner with her right wing. She is sitting on a brown work table with some tools to her left, a spanner, flat blade screwdriver, and on the lower level of the table is a saw and a hammer. On her right is an aqua speech bubble with a picture of a spanner in it. The background is grey patchy for the floor and pale orange for the wall, there are shadows under the people and the armour. End ID]

[nonetoon]

Hey remember when I used to draw fake minecraft mobs

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[starrysharks]

my little human?

some ref sheets i finished down below:

[seagiri]

gravel