#ana draws stuff

[gallopinggallifreyans]

sketch of everyone's favourite bisexual

[ronispadez-art]

Happy New Yuri to all who celebrate (everyone cheers 🥂)

I usually do an end of the year wrap up where I draw all the fandoms that gave me brainworms this year but I wanted to draw girls instead. So this'll count!!

There WAS only supposed to be 9 but I couldn't decide on the last one ... So I did ... Another grid. Sigh

Commissions+tipping

[smoshidiot]

[emolgana]

give me rayquaza in PTCGP already

full piece

[mel-loly]

-Today the day has come, the end of Dtiys and to see who the winners are..........👀✨

First of all, I thank everyone who participated, you all are amazing and I love each and every one of you, I'm happy to see my ocs in your styles and see how much effort you put in!! And if you didn't get 1st, 2nd or 3rd place, don't worry! Your drawings were still very awesome, and I loved them all!!! :3💕

And if you can, please, support/follow the participants!! Their art is VERY beautiful and I'm sure you won't regret at least taking a look at their blog!!!💖

So.. Yeah, without further ado, here are the three winners!

🥇 @mrd0ll

🥈 @laf-e-taffy

🥉 @crimmakesthings

And here are the others who participated and who I also evaluated ^^

4- @whatthefudgeart

5- @loscompas-blog-uwu

6- @gysmoandsysy

7- @edgywithaheart

8- @manpleblog

I evaluated the drawings in terms of details that “were not placed or were not in the right place”, and seriously, that's COMPLETELY okay, this is a Dtiys and everyone has their own style and way of drawing! Whether you put it in the right place or not, it doesn't matter, I loved them all, it was only when I evaluated that I chose to be like this, but don't worry, I loved all the drawings, fr!!!

Also- I didn't evaluate them for reasons of intimacy and background because then it would be a bit “boring(?)” for me, because it's not like I have an affinity with the person or that their background got so beautiful that the other one who made the most accurate drawing will be in last place or something, you know?

But anyway, don't be sad! Know that all your efforts were not in vain, and who knows, maybe I can bring you guys a little surprise.....?👀

So yeah, thank you ALL very much again for participating, the drawings were beautiful and I was SO glad that you guys took a “little (or a lot)” of your time to do this redesign!! Everything you guys did made me so happy and, seriously, thank you so much for everything, I will keep all the drawings with great care and love!!!💕

I hope you had fun, hope you enjoyed the Dtiys and also hope to see you participating again in another Dtiys that I do (lol)!!!

I love you all and thank you so much again!!!!!💖

–Melissa, Designer.

[laurellala-comics]

work has been sucking so I have indulged in drawing myself several times in several outfits that I own. Whaddup laurellala nation

Alt descriptions are on my art as always, but I'm putting the text in my meet the artist here because it's looong and someone told me once that screenreaders sometimes stop reading alt text if it gets too long!

[Photo ID: description of the text included in my meet the artist. At the top in big font is my username Laurellala followed by she/her. There is a doodle of the asexual flag and my age, 24, with a callout that I technically will be turning 24 next week. Life goal: to sing and dance badly with my favorite people. Dislikes: 1) consistent art styles 2) acknowledging my desire to be loved. Likes: 1) funky earrings 2) they might be giants 3) yellow, orangey pink, pastel pink, dark turquoise 4) romanticizing the mundane. /End ID]

[halfnemu]

it was only fair I drew her boyfriend last night too, he really is like an Owl...sleepyhead. I haven't drawn him in so long so if I do again he might look different.

the image below in the first picture is a redraw, though smaller, here's the old one:

[luminisiv]

Day 21 of @oc-tober2023: Poison

Two NPCs from my current campaign I'm running, Anahera and Laelia. Their relationship that never came to fruition because Anahera would never be able to let go of her one true love: a thirst for power, and she would take Laelia down with her.

or more literally, toxic yuri LOL

[rikusuriuri]

[gallopinggallifreyans]

I feel like I haven’t drawn a person in forever

[ronispadez-art]

All the fun little art I did for the video :3

Commissions+tipping / NSFW

[smoshidiot]

♪ going to the mountains, going to the mountains. going going going going going going going going, going to the mountainssss ♫

[astrxthesiai]

Tomorrow is Easter, so I might be a little busy visiting family. I'll continue working on my muses, including my Lads mc oc, Amaha. The inbox call will close when I wake up later today, and I'll start sending them out.

Rules and whatnot can be accessed via my pinned post.

I will ponder some Sunday headcanons for Amaha since she's been shaking her chains. The headcanons may lean towards fluff and romance. How to win her heart or get her to trust your muse. I might work on my time evol guy. I don't think he's going to be an li oc like Mira's lads verse is.

I'll continue with setting up the navigation pages. I'll get to replies Monday and onward.

[alchemistc]

Gonna be pissed as hell if Tim throws out a plotline to replace it with a three episode arc about LA on fire (what will Brad do when his house burns down?), which makes me a hypocrite and a half because here's some ripped-from-the-headlines bullshit.

Tommy's duffle lands on the bottom stair with a thump.

He glances around the space like he's seeing it for the first time - or maybe like he's just taking in the gravity of the situation. There's a quirk of his lip, an ironic shake of his head, and Buck can't quite stop himself from imagining the thought running through his mind. Despite his intentions, he'd landed here anyway.

They're both bone tired. Exhaustion seeping into their marrow, the kind of tired Buck hasn't felt like this since Texas, maybe. He wants a shower and about 48 hours of sleep.

"I'll take the couch," Tommy says, voice raspy, eyes refusing to draw towards Buck.

And the thing is.

The thing is Tommy definitely had other places to go. Other friends who would have put him up as long as he needed, people he trusted, people who cared about him. But it was Buck he'd found as things wound down, the both of them covered in soot and ash, Tommy dropping to sit beside him on the curb as they waited for relief teams to finish up at the command tent.

They'd stared at the burnt out husk of Tommy's home just long enough for the tiredness to really settle in.

"You're not taking the couch," Buck says, and flips the light switch in the downstairs bathroom. Tommy's shower gel is still under the sink, his fancy curl conditioner down to the last few dollops because he'd spent enough nights here to go through most of a bottle. They've already showered at their respective stations, but Buck knows from experience how much Tommy hates the Harbor showers ("You'd think a fire station would have better water pressure, but I'm telling you, Evan, it's about as strong as an eighty-year-old's dribbling piss.") and Buck knows he still feels like he's caked in days of grime.

"Evan," Tommy starts, and Buck can't read into that, refuses despite the way it knocks around in his chest.

"You need the rest just as much as I do," Buck argues, and Tommy's shoulders just... slump. He sighs. Nods his head. Shifts on his feet and accidentally catches Buck's eye.

The contact holds just long enough for Buck to see the tears swimming in Tommy's eyes, and he can't imagine -

It strikes Buck for maybe the first time how dumb he'd been to ask Tommy to move in here. Tommy had a life, a home, a place he'd spent a decade making his own.

He'd made a joke once about a firefighter living so close to the hills, the first time he'd had Buck over, that ironic lilt to his voice while he talked about replacing all the east facing windows the first time he experienced the Santa Ana's after moving in, and Buck had spent a good ten minutes watching the light fade from his backyard, dusk casting the hydrangea bushes in a rose-gold hue.

"If I hug you are you gonna make a break for it?" Buck asks, regretting the spiteful tone when Tommy curls further in on himself, but he ducks his head even as he's shaking it, and Buck doesn't fight the urge any longer, three long strides before Tommy's curling fists around Buck's waist and pressing his nose into the skin of Buck's neck.

("It's just stuff," he'd said, knee knocking against Buck's where they huddled together on the curb across the street, Tommy uncharacteristically fidgety as they both stared straight ahead.

"Come stay with me," Buck had responded, and felt Tommy tense so quickly he'd sort of expected him to bolt to his feet and leave.

Instead, the stillness eased out of Tommy's body all at once on an exhale, and he'd nodded out of the corner of Buck's eye. "Okay."

He hadn't quite been able to stop himself from reaching out to squeeze Tommy's knee. "Okay.")

Tommy's never been one to take more than his fair share. He breaks the hug before Buck can really get into it, sniffs once like Buck didn't notice the wetness against his neck, shifts backwards and sideways. He stops halfway through the doorframe when he catches sight of the canvas bag on the counter.

Buck just hopes Maddie actually bought the specific list Buck had sent her three hours ago. Tommy's particular about his stuff, and he'd pressed the point with his sister despite the eyebrow raise he could see in every text back she sent him. He can see Tommy doing the math - only so many people with a key to the loft, only so many people who weren't there in Tommy's neighborhood for a stretch of exhausting hours that hadn't amounted to much other than saving that purple house down on the end of the street that Tommy was always bemoaning for having a better garden than him.

"Tell Maddie thank you," Tommy says, still with that rasp to his voice that under any other circumstance would have Buck vibrating in place. When he digs through it, Buck catalogues his findings - that weird organic toothpaste Tommy swore by, the cheap electric toothbrush he refused to switch out for the better one Buck had a subscription to; a pack of briefs and socks in Tommy's preferred brand.

It's not the first time Buck has wished there wasn't a canyon between them, but he strikes the urge to quip, to smile, to reach out and try to comfort him.

His phone buzzes in his pocket and he digs it free, glances at the readout and immediately feels the ire rise in his throat again. It's from Eddie, a private response to the group message he'd sent out letting everyone know Tommy had a place to stay.

Is that a good idea?

And Buck gets the point. Understands that Eddie has his best interests in mind, but he's not here, hasn't been here, hadn't been there when they rolled down the street to find three houses already fighting the blaze.

Buck can't hold in the annoyed snort, and when he glances up it's to find Tommy's eyes on him.

"I'm gonna go shower," Buck tells him, and manages three whole steps before Tommy's hand curls around his wrist.

He doesn't seem to have the words to ask, but Buck reaches back to strip his shirt over his head anyway and shuffles them both towards the shower.

It's the least sexy thing they've ever done together, if he's being honest. Buck hasn't felt this tired in years, hasn't felt this grim in years, barely has the energy to do more than scrub at Tommy's back while he rinses his hair. Perfunctory, is a term for it, except for the way Tommy leans into the press of his fingers when he suds up Tommy's hair, except for the way Buck drops his forehead to Tommy's chest while Tommy aims the showerhead at Buck's back.

This is the kind of stupid shit Buck had meant, all those months ago, even if he'd done an extremely shitty job of expressing it. This is the kind of shit he'd pictured while Josh waxed poetic about some television show and wondered if Buck saw a future with Tommy.

By the time they're rinsed off and toweled dry Buck can barely stand, but as Tommy's footfalls echo just behind his up the stairs Buck has just enough sense left to roll open the drawer he'd never cleared out, toss Tommy a pair of clean briefs and one of his threadbare LAFD shirts.

Tommy stares at the drawer long enough for Buck to pull on his own clothes. He blinks himself out of it only when Buck stubs his toe wrestling the body pillow Tommy always pretended he wasn't going to end up curled around out from under the bed.

The drawer closes with an echoing 'snick'. Tommy tosses his own towel in the hamper and makes quick work of dressing.

His hair is gonna be a nightmare in the morning. They're both gonna be absolute messes. Buck's pretty sure the only food in this place is raw flour and approximately seventy-five chocolate croissants - he's pretty sure he used up the last of his eggs trying to perfect his meringue technique.

There's a stiff moment after they slide into bed where they both just lay on their backs and stare at the ceiling, oozing into Buck's mattress. Tommy shifts first, and Buck's sure it'll be away - no matter how often they fell asleep tangled together Tommy always ended up hugging the edge of the bed, and it's not like -

"Is this okay?" Tommy asks, even as he's shifting a leg over Buck, hands finding purchase in the cotton of Buck's sleep shirt.

It's like he's been dosed, for the way Tommy's body sliding into place next to his steals all the energy he has left in him. He blinks once, twice, manages to get a hand in Tommy's damp curls in response. The rest of it can wait for tomorrow.

"Evan?" He's sinking into it too, Buck can tell - the weight of his arm and leg pressing Buck further into the mattress, the drawl of Buck's name drifting instead of sharp.

Buck hums. Presses lips into whatever skin he can find without opening his eyes - a temple, or a cheekbone maybe. "Go to sleep, Tommy," he manages, but if Tommy responds he doesn't hear it.

[mrabubu]

A little post for easier navigation.

Hi, I'm kishi.

A draw things and animate sometimes.

To see it, use #my art tag

To see answered questions, use #abubu ask

Just in case, I apologise in advance since english isn't my first language.

Krangified AU

DTIYS challenge (June 18th)

A little story that takes place in the apocalyptic future timeline, about my character Ana, who got turned into a Kraang zombie in the beginning of the invasion.

Hashtag: #krangified au

One-shot

Sketches: 1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7/ 8/ 9/ 10/ 11/ 12/ 13... (better just search with the hashtag, because there's just too many of sketches...)

Comics:

"You're still you"

"Don't look at me" (TW: blood, possible self harm)

"The wing": (TW: blood)

Part 1/ 2 / 3

"First impression"

"Dressing up"

"Alternative universe" ("Never part again au" crossover)

"Wedding"

"I'll share your nightmares with you."

"Mowgli effect."

"Facing your inner demons."

"Not giving up on you."

Ana's (my character) reference

Playlist

Rise of the TMNT comic (Probably won't get any more updates...):

Prologue:

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3 / Part 4

Heart of stone:

Part 1/ Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / ...

Additional stuff:

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11/

Also my other blog for reblogs and thoughts:

@kishi-in-her-lair

A note: you can have your ships and headcanons, but don't shove them in my face.

And another little note, I don't headcanon Leo as gay, so there won't be any leosagi, Leo with male characters. If people will be commenting about it, "fixing" my art by writing that I should've put Usagi there or that Leo is gay and not into girls, I'm going to ban you. I won't tolerate this kind of offensive behavior in MY blog. More on this in this post.

I'm okay if you like these headcanons as long as you're acting civil and don't try to correct me or force them on me. If you're finding my position triggering, it's not my problem.

Software I use:

SAI 2, Photoshop (sometimes), Toon Boom Harmony (animation).

My other main accounts:

Twitter

Instagram

YouTube

[bobbykennedyshusband]

Intro post ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞

✿ call me jack!!

✿ lesbian, I love my gf

✿ I love all things vintage!! specifically :

The Kennedys ( Bobby is my favorite! )

Old Hollywood (40s-50s) I love Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn, James Dean, Gregory Peck, etc etc!

Old musicians like Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald, Buddy Holly, Johnny Cash, Elvis, etc! also a huge Lana fan clearly

✿ My hobbies include :

drawing (specifically clone high ocs, one of my fav shows!)

listening to music of course

collecting!! (barbies, memorabilia, vintage collectables)

writing fanfiction (I take requests :3)

kennedyposting and girlblogging 😜😜😜

✿ DNI :

republicans…

any ana accounts

people that ship the kennedys together. EW!!!

✿ I don’t really have many boundaries on here, just please no creepy behavior obviously. I’m always open to conversation, I’m very chatty! feel free to talk to me whenever, I promise I don’t bite

✿ other random things I love :

one direction

selena quintanilla

sharon tate

once upon a time in hollywood

valley of the dolls

chanel no.5 perfume

the beatles

leonard cohen

and plenty of other stuff I probably just forgot :D

and last but not least, here’s me!!! 🌹���