#Uhhh what else

[pinkavtomation]

He's friendly . . I think

[trungles]

Started a new sketchbook, trying hard to keep up this habit.

[vien05]

I said to the community aun no beats reminds me of chosen and dark so

[arsenic-magpie]

god i hate netflix i hope the ceo gets visited by the ghosts from a christmas carol tonight and when he wakes up he sees the beauty of the world and of art and un-cancels all of our favorite shows. that or he dies 🙏

[crispyde-doodles]

Cringe is dead, I've returned to my roots 😔 I drew all my favorite Sanses from back in the day (they're still my favorite)

I don't like how the whole canvas looks when uploading so tiny screenshot versions too :3

It's kind of really sweet to look at this and be like dang, I draw just like how past De wanted to. I missed drawing sans stuff like this

I still regret that fanfiction though

Insans belongs to @tatatale

Ink sans belongs to @comyet

[jackassbroadcast]

Totally happened in the movie guys trust

[jellyfish-grave]

Made a small comic based on this post by @theouterwilds this morning. Hehe

[pinksilvace]

The Two Princes Caleb and Hunter in the Tower

Basic process breakdown under the cut

Sketch, background, and flat tones (these all get chopped up a bit during the painting process and I forgot to take screenshots until partway through. whoops)

Several layers of shadow/highlight (multiply/screen) layers. Usually, I'll do two of each for characters, but this one only used one highlight layer with two shadows.

Painting . Small brush, tight blending, all done on one layer. I start with the important details because I tend to get sloppy by the end of it.

Several layers of colors and adjustments (and sometimes an extra multiply layer over the painting for tonal correction)

[skneees]

icons for you and your soul-eating best friend/business partner

[phthalosblues]

Some gf doodles/crappy comics that I didn’t think needed their own individual posts

Woe shitty comics be upon ye

[unknownarmageddon]

      Killer watched Cross from where he was sat, slumped, legs up against his chest, pressed into a corner of the crumbling building they sought shelter in. He rest his head on the wall beside him. Cross was tending to the fire he had gotten going, and fiddling with his backpack, a handful of feet in front of Killer.

       The fire’s light and warmth barely reached Killer from where he was, and so he was cold and shrouded by shadow. He watched its flames dance, but really he was focused on Cross in the corner of his vision. Cross didn’t look at him. Maybe he glanced up at him, once, twice, but Killer acted like he didn’t notice. There was so much distance between them now, had been for a painfully long time. He felt it. It made him so tired. 

        Killer felt weighted down, heavy. Sluggish. Like he just wanted to sink into the concrete below him. Cross wasn’t there to pull him out now. 

          Eventually, he watched as Cross killed the fire. Darkness swelled to fill the building, and Killer could only barely see the vague outline of Cross’ body now. Killer shifted to a slightly more comfortable position, assuming this was Cross getting ready for bed.

     But then Cross didn’t move. Instead he pulled something white, about the size of his head, from his backpack. Killer couldn’t quite make out what it was, but he saw Cross mess with it. In the silence that came with the dark, the sound of plastic clicking came to him. 

      Cross was oddly gentle with it, Killer noticed, as he carefully, slowly, did what Killer could only assume was inserting batteries into it. 

    Batteries? Couldn’t be. Those were a precious resource now. Batteries meant electricity, and electricity was as valuable as life. People sought them like water in a desert. Especially since by now, they had all either corroded or been snatched up by other scavengers. Where in the hell did Cross get batteries. And how long had he been looking. 

      Killer sat up just a bit straighter, squinting at this object Cross held. What was it. 

       Cross stood. Killer heard the brushing of his clothes. He stepped over toward Killer, eyes not fully on him. He paused a hesitant couple feet away, and when Killer didn’t react, he sat down beside him. But not too close.

       Killer now saw that the white thing was a short cylinder with a navy blue dome protruding from the top. All of it sat on the bottom half of a cone that stuck out underneath. It was placed in front of Killer, then Cross pressed a button on its side.

     Stars erupted from the dome, spewing out from every side and scattering across the ceiling and the walls. They seemed to stretch on forever, reaching every corner light could. The skeletons were instantly illuminated by a soft blue-white light; Killer saw stars dancing and spinning on Cross’s face, and he became visible to him again. 

     Killer’s soul almost exploded. He felt it flare, spark, like a fresh wildfire. He was surprised his ribcage didn’t cave in. He wrapped his arms around his legs, stared with wide eyes, tracing the ceiling. He couldn’t fucking believe it.

     Stars. Almost proper stars, too, not the triangular ones in children’s star projectors. Maybe there were even real constellations in this thing. 

      It was beautiful. Christ, it was fucking beautiful. It felt unreal. And to think, all this was held in that little bit of plastic in front of him. 

      Killer could almost make himself believe it was the real thing. He could almost pretend the dark dusty concrete above him was the night sky, he could almost pretend these stars weren’t powered by just batteries. That the bomb-smog had finally settled and the stars had come back. It was damn close, anyway.

God, when was the last time he saw stars? It felt like he was a kid again, truly looking up at the sky at night for the first time, when everything was new and wonderful. 

“…I.. I remember you saying how much you missed the stars.“ Cross spoke up softly. “Figured this would be the next best thing.” 

     Killer felt his cheeks grow wet, and his vision was blurred by the dark tar now pouring from his sockets. He wiped at it, if only to keep seeing the specs of light. 

      This star projector was a promise. They both knew it the moment it turned on. It was a promise. A whisper. A promise of how Cross cared so much it almost hurt. A promise of their survival. Not just physical, literal, survival, but their survival. Together. A promise of them getting out of this pit, bridging the distance, refounding the proximity. A reiteration of all the nights they spent sharing warmth in the same sleeping bag. 

        Fuck holy matrimonies and rings, none of that mattered now in the end of the world. Not in the same way. But this projector….. Cross had seen Killer mourning the stars and given them back to him. Cross had fucking given him the stars. 

God, he had even found batteries. Batteries. 

   At some point Cross had moved closer. Killer didn’t care. He leaned on his shoulder, and his soul burst all over again from feeling his warmth on him after however long it’d been. It was a warmth that made him want to just melt into him and not ever think about the world. 

     Maybe things would be okay. It’d take some more time, but maybe it would end up okay. 

apocalyptic kross au belongs to me, @psycho-chair, and @denieatsart

[gremnda]

I took a break from commissions for this. Here's the fic that made me insane

[daydesignscats]

Me: ok this time around my wc designs will be SIMPLE AND EASY TO DRAW!

Scourge: *scourges*

Me: fuck

Lots of diff inspos around here! But mostly i'd like to credit @blimbo-buddy for the Scourge-having-got-a-parallel-nose-scar-from-Tigerclaw idea

[mint-chocolate-rooibos]

ok wait i finished it sorta lol here

[greenlightbulbonawire]

Misfits (yeah like the Arcane song)

I.

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Author's note: ekko will come don't worry and until he has an appearance I'll post daily, also I'm posting on other mediums like ao3, wattpad and quotev. Anyway have fun :) xoxo

Also I'm in the process of figuring out how to work with wattpad, ao3, tumblr and quotev so yeah be patient with me ToT

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The air was musty and thick, breathing hard and painful, dark surrounded everything exept for a weak, pinkish glare that was accompanied by a metalic clanking noise, something that stood out in the quiet, empty void of the lowest parts of the Undercity.

Coughing and grunting could be heards as heavy objects were shoved around by various people, some young, some old, some scarred, others bat-like, it didn't matter who you were down there, nothing about you did, all of you were just worthless and useless pieces of moving meat.

Time from time muffled words escaped the workers mouths, their meaning varied. Some were complaints, others just small talk to make the work at least a bit easier. A shipment of shimmer was already being prepared.

You wiped swear off your forehead and leaned against a barrel you just finished loading, your little child arms supporting the rest. Panting you stared at the ground, your eyes wide and tired, until finally, you collided with the cold, dusty floor.

A bright, orange light triggered your eyes as they started to tear awake, loud noises were muted by your fading sleepiness. You shot awake, climbing up onto your feet. Now your fully open eyes were darting around, panic setting in, you realised what the bright light was. Run.

Adrenaline filled veins shoved blood around your body and into your muscles. Your legs seemed to have a mind of its own, carrying you away from danger. Breathing was hard, you were heavy, still you ran. Head turned right and left. Fire was spreading. Burning figures wailed in the background, you didn't spare them any mind.

Your pace faltered, the exauation getting to you again and making you collapse to the neared building wall, scrambling into your own embrace, trying your best to breathe. Slowly rising shadow covered you, your eyes moved to look in its way, catching only a glimpse of a piltoverian uniform before a sharp pain screamed through the left side of your head. You collapsed again. Fuck.

You awoke in a cold room, concrete surrounding you in every direction but one, from where light seeped into the room through metal bars. Is this a prison? You stood up and looked around, finally noticing another figure was there with you. A tough looking girl with dark pink hair was giving you a hard glare.

[momsdegeneracyblog]

dick lobotomy. will elaborate later when im higher.