#fake ones but still
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
Probably some of my favorite page(s) from the p4au manga. Cringe ass loser Narukami LMAOO
Also, this one gets a special mention
They Mike Wazowski'd him lmaoooo
#i love how (fake) shadow yu keeps getting bullied by (fake) shadow yosuke bc like yeah. ofc shadow yosuke is a giant douchebag lol#real yosuke being like. STFU FAKE ME heeeeey uh (fake) yu? u good buddy? dont get all down u can just make a new one :)#no reason for him to do that. he knows his ass is a fake ass bitch trynna kill him but he still cant bear seeing yu so pathetic LOL#my absolute favorite part is shadow yu joining with yosuke despite being literally made to fight him. and then DIES#this is hilarious to me. rokuro saito i owe u my life#yosuke hanamura#yu narukami#shadow yosuke#shadow yu#fake ones but still#souyo#this too is souyo. bc i say so#persona#persona 4#persona 4 arena#persona 4 arena ultimax#p4#p4a#p4au#xander rambles
173 notes
·
View notes
Text
friend boy DX charm
#my posts#stim#sensory#stimmy#stimblr#stim gifs#kidcore#pastel#charms#keychains#gaming consoles#gaming systems#fake ones but still#cute#pink#blue#white#examining#yellow
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
Oh christmas spider oh christmas spider, your legs are very creepy... 🥰🎄🕷
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
• —– ٠ WELL OF SORROWS ٠ —– •
#i still am DOGSHIT at those fake tarot cards but whatever. i wanted beepo to have one. he deserves it. evne tho it looks eh#dragon age inquisition#da tarot#daee lavellan#my art
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
one of my last fake skin practices before they set me loose on my own flesh >:))
i also did some beautiful stippling on the web but i forgot to take a photo so you just have to trust that i did it
#ramble#tattoo apprentice things#this was the first one i did where i was like 'if this went on my skin exactly the way it is i would be pretty happy with it'#my lines still aren't as solid as i want but the fake skin is just to learn to use the machine#there's only so far you can go i think bc it just Isn't real skin#i'm VERY happy to tattoo myself i'm actually really excited#i'm about to get humbled really fast akdfhdfh
508 notes
·
View notes
Text
Lots of fun with this guy's redesign
#veearts#hazbin hotel#hazbin angel dust#angel dust#hazbin hotel fanart#fan art#hazbin hotel redesign#redesign#fat nuggets#tw arachnophobia#idk if it's that srs but just in case#the idea is he can't fully put his arms away just 'fold' or extend em#so one set is nested into his boa and the other is a fake belt#idk if I'll have much use for the extended form lol#still pretty fun coming up w these concepts
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
laois as a professional furry artist X kabru as the wildly successful neurosurgeon who commissions him regularly
#labru#its maybe even funnier if kabru isn't a furry in this to parallel the canon monster eating scenario#he just saw laois on livestream one time and wanted to talk to him#so now laois thinks hes a furry. he made up a fursona. hes had indepth discussions of opinions on every furry topic imaginable#his home is filled with laois's artwork which he actually does find deeply compelling but for like. color choices and posing decisions.#they're meeting at a fur con in a month and kabru comissioned someone for a full fursuit of his fake fursona. hes still not a furry#fallin makes bug gajinkas. also.
919 notes
·
View notes
Text
baby👶 drawings. these are very dear to me rn.. 2nd pic is my Nelavis with @barvin0k's Varonur 🩵 last one is a baby bosmer and snow elf, hairiest of them all. although the bosmer was meant to be my girl Barletta too lols
#tes#skyrim#my art#oc#nelavis#barletta#😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔 babies are so sweetum ugh my heart is crumbling rn#referenced some anne g*ddes stuff for dis#i call them snow elves instead of falmer like g*lebor would want me to#i never really get to talk about my elf anatomies at length cus i'm lazy but i sprinkled some info in the first pic#altmer society is EugenicsLand so you could only tell if your child has 'good' traits when they hit puberty#ex. height and shoulder width is something very important to them#if you don't have those traits ur pretty much a failure#other elves have it easier 🤓#idk i still might make some kinda infographic for the way i picture them but umm maybe not who knows#on snow elves and bosmer the fur is still 'confused' when they're in baby stage and is pretty much everywhere#it evens out w/ age and stays on the back; neck; sides of face the most and in places where human body hair wud be#idk ummm..and i think all elves grow their nails out unless they're very intertwined with humans in their life#ex. my snelf elisif; she has her nails trimmed to be regarded as more human i guess#nails are most important to altmer tho and might be a status symbol of some kind... they like using them in combat too#it's shameful for an altmer to not have long nails for any reason but there can be exceptions#like my el*nwen that can't physically grow nails out because of burn injury#so she has fake ones on her combat gloves#it's cute#elf nails aren't as frail as human nails and are more like an animals claws (corny) but bosmers' are the sturdiest#and their nails are curved in shape. for U know. Climbing and stuff#cause dunmer and altmer etc. have straight nails. they can hit the nail salon
714 notes
·
View notes
Text
jamil-sama...
#twisted wonderland#twst#ツイステ#ツイステッドワンダーランド#mmarts#twst spoilers#kalim al asim#jamil viper#kalijami#oughghug im crazy for them tbhtbh#ignore the uhm mess#twst bl#yeah haha#thats fake kalim but yeah still banger#i need kalim to use more of that one expression#osguhsg
628 notes
·
View notes
Text
arthur is immortal in the same way merlin is immortal, he can die but he bounces back after a while. merlin putting arthurs body on a boat and sending him out onto the lake but not burning him as he did to lancelot and freya. merlin disappearing off the face of the earth, unable to go back to camelot where every stone is carved with arthur's name, every room holds the faintest echo of his laughter, the shadows cast by the flickering flames of torches match each line and curve of arthur's body which merlin had memorized after years of dressing and undressing him, wandering and lingering hands that were just casual enough to pass off as platonic.
arthur crawling out of the lake the night after the morning merlin put him to rest, dazed, confused, and alive. arthur searches for merlin but can't find him. he's disappeared. gwen rules camelot as queen, she lifts the ban on magic, and rules fairly. arthur is content to leave his kingdom with her as he searches the land for merlin. he visits every place he and merlin every visited but he's nowhere to be found. time passes but arthur only grows more desperate. he's sure he's searched every inch of albion twice. no merlin.
enough time passes, everyone he's known has died and he looks exactly as he did when mordred drove his blade into his abdomen. arthur is forced to admit to himself that enough time has passed that merlin was bound to have died, leaving arthur all alone. immortal merlin is literally like chilling in ireland or some shit. but both immortal idiots are living in the same area and end up just missing each other. literally like end up holding the door to a coffee shop for one another but they don't meet each other's gazes bc they're busy mourning each other
#angst but make it funny#immortal merlin#immortal arthur#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#merthur#bbc merlin#or merlin couldn't make himself stand after sending arthur off to rest and was just gonna sit on the shore of the lake for millennia#until he rose again but then later that night a figure crawls out of the lake sword in hand#merlin helps him out and rolls him over to find arthur staring up at him confused as all hell#immortal boyfriends#arthur technically didn't fake his death bc he did die but he's not gonna correct anyone on the fact that he's still alive#they move off somewhere and live in peace together for a few centuries#then a bloody man stumbles on their doorstep one rainy night and they drag him in to help him and its LEON!!!!!!!!#immortal trio
684 notes
·
View notes
Note
I like to think that Jade is clueless about surface romance, so imagine Jade watching Romcons to get a glimpse of how humans courtship each other, and now he's daydreaming about experiencing all of the Romcon cliches with Yuu.
I'm talking about: Kissing in the rain, "There's only one bed" or "we are all snowed up in a tiny cabin", waking up in the morning tangled together, tucking a strand of hair behind their ear and so on.
Asf#£^&@#%Asda I've watched too many Romcons.
Realistically, Jade would do enough research to know that all those romcom clichés are just that, clichés or tropes only for entertainment and rarely something that occurs in real life. He probably thinks they're a little ridiculous even, do humans really think these things are romantic? They're so...dumb!
BUT I like to think there's another part of him that sorta realizes the appeal once he's in love. Suddenly, the idea of 'there's only one bed' isn't so dumb and easily fixed when it's with you! Falling asleep at opposite ends of the bed, only to awake tangled in each other's arms? Oh! What bliss!
A fake dating? Not so funny now, he can't imagine the agony of pretending that his feelings are fake! Chasing after you in the rain just to steal a kiss? Well, it's no dazzling, bioluminescent cave under the sea, but it works.
These romcoms seem quite popular with humans, maybe you like them too? Perhaps he should act out some scenarios with you, just for fun. Yes, nothing more, no deeper reasoning…just experimentation…he's just curious is all!
#mochi asks#twst#twisted wonderland#jade leech#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#jade leech x reader#one 'fake' marriage 10 years later and youre still trying to figure out if jade is still experiementing or not#jade is living his best life
371 notes
·
View notes
Text
calling it right now that season 3 starts like this
#so confused about people saying the season finale feels like the end because to me it didn't at all#there's like 5-10 issues immediately set up for another season#they're in a happy place at this point because they've both realized their love is bigger than anything else#and makes it worth working on their problems together#the problems are still very much there#both of them have deep self esteem/self loathing issues that haven't been resolved in the week since ed woke up#ed doesn't know about stede's trauma#they haven't talked through anything#and they'll be shit at starting/running an inn lmao it's not gonna go well#and those are just some of the internal issues#then there's prince ricky and all the authorities that would very much like to get their hands on both blackbeard and stede bonnet#because stede just full-on kept using his government name after faking his death. nice one#the crew are not “gone” they're more like off to college for a bit but will probably run into trouble immediately#again because while they escaped to the ship they didn't eliminate the threat (the british empire)#it's not a forever goodbye#ok this got super long already anyway i have a whole fic marinading in my brain until i've finished these 4 wips i'm in the middle of ✌️#hope we get a renewal soon because i want to see the rest of their story!!#ofmd s2 spoilers#ofmd s2#ofmd#our flag means death
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
The Foster Mother
Now on ao3 and VHS release
There was, supposedly, someone waiting for him in the green sitting room.
“…Why?” Tim asked. Most of the usual suspects had already come by to give their “condolences”—former Drakes Industries investors, curious about the newly orphaned heir; fellow socialites, once again flocking in to give and receive sympathies for their “close friends, the Drakes”; gawkers come to see what they could scavenge off of a dead family’s home, never mind that their child was alive.
“She claims to know you, Master Tim,” Alfred offered, kettle in his hand. He spent a moment deciding between different two canisters of tea; a sign of possibly difficult future conversation. “Her interest in your father's estate seemed quite…minimal.”
…Alright.
Tim was still in his formalwear. Dissolving Drake Industries would take at least another year, and plenty of future hours cementing the future home of certain resources in their dissolution, but the outfit probably was more appropriate for whatever oncoming conversation that was about to ensue than his planned change into Dick’s old hoodie and board shorts.
Okay. Tim steeled himself. The self-determination…mostly worked. Whatever. He trudged up into the green sitting room from the kitchen with his usual introduction ready on his tongue.
And then Tim walked into the room.
And then Jazzy was there.
*
Tim had been three, and Miss Jasmine had been his had been his third nanny. He’d outgrown the wetnurse early on, and his second nanny had been dismissed, so although Miss Jasmine was the third nanny, she was first nanny Tim could consciously remember.
She’d had red hair. She’d been very gentle with him.
She got him up in the morning and put him to bed at night; for the first time, there had been someone who sat with him until he was asleep, reading all sorts of books his parents had left to engage him with as an early genius. Then, when those were over and done as promised to his parents, they got unauthorized books from the library: silly books with made-up words, dinosaur books, books about teddy bears and adventures around the world.
Tim hadn’t been allowed to travel the world. Tim hadn’t been allowed a teddy bear. His parents had thought it would encourage undue attachment.
(It had been the same reason he’d never been given a pacifier.)
Miss Jazz had given him a knitted bunny. She’d said her dad had made it especially for him.
The toy’s name was Bunny and Tim remembered him being very soft.
She didn’t smile all the time, but smiles were rewards that were easy to earn. He finished his meal and she smiled. He finished an educational puzzle and she smiled. He was quiet all through her phone call and she smiled, and answered all his questions once she was done.
Jazzy had been the first person in his life who was there all the time. She’d kissed his forehead after the bath and kissed his scraped knees; she’d carried him in his arms when he was tired and sometimes even when he wasn’t. His parents had wanted him to be independent, proactive, and not clingy, but Jazzy had been someone who he could run to from his bed when he’d had nightmares and someone he could cuddle on her lap with when he’d cried.
She was gone when he was seven. He didn’t remember why. His parents had probably never told him, but still; he'd assumed he'd have found out why eventually.
Jazzy looked the same right now as she looked in Tim’s memories, although she was likely no longer a college student at a nannying gig. Her red hair was pulled into a high bun, her dress modest and conservative from her neck to her ankles. There was a backpack beside her foot. She was sitting, one leg crossed over the other, on the high-backed loveseat in the green sitting room.
She looked up when he came in.
Tim. Stopped in his tracks.
It didn’t matter. Jazzy—Miss Jasmine stood up as soon as she saw him, eyes alight with worry. Foggy memories were swimming to the forefront of Tim’s brain. He couldn’t move.
“Tim?” Ja—Miss Jasmine asked, teal eyes raking over his frame. Tim froze where he was. He didn’t move, wide-eyed and terrified for no reason at all when Miss Jasmine got closer to him, at a distance that was more appropriate for a conversation.
She stood there. Watching him. It felt like his mother had just come home from her trips with Dad, and a ghost of old terror wafted through him as he waited for her to decide he’d done something wrong. Her voice got softer. Her eyes got softer. Why was Tim feeling so wrong-footed?? It was only a former staff person!
“Tim?” her voice was so gentle. “I don’t know if you remember me. I’m—“
“M’s Jazz,” Tim croaked. Which. Wasn’t the level of formality he’d been going for, but better than Jazzy. He wasn’t a toddler anymore.
Miss Jasmine was so tall—honestly, was she taller than Bruce? She’d seemed insurmountable as a child; he hadn’t expected her height to truly be so statuesque as an adult.
(Or. Well. Almost an adult.)
She didn’t quite kneel down, but she did stoop lower, as if Tim was small and he needed to be on equal footing in order to have a serious conversation.
He could see all her freckles. Tim swallowed. It was too familiar. Everything about her was too familiar.
“You’re so big now,” Jazzy whispered, looking at his hair, his suit, his polished shoes. He didn’t feel it. “Oh, you’ve grown up so well.”
Thanks, Tim almost said. Something stopped him—something thick in his throat, to impassable to break through.
“I—“ he tried. He coughed. “Why…you… You’re here?”
Jazzy threw him an incredulous look, and then an incredibly wry one. “Well,” she drawled a little too primly, in the way that Alfred occasionally made obvious statements, “I’d think it obvious that when one’s parents have passed away, that those who care about you might come to check and see if you’re alright.”
Which. That didn’t make sense. Jazzy hadn’t come back for any other reason; she hadn’t come back for his mother’s funeral, nor when his father was injured publicly by a villain. Why start now?
“And,” Jazz added, seeing his visual confusion and distrust, “Your parents can’t exactly threaten me with a kidnapping charge for visiting you when they’re dead.” Pause. “Which I am sorry about. My condolences.”
Which. Whiplash. What a statement.
“Uh,” said Tim, who was rapidly losing control over the situation.
Jazzy stood again, and went back to her seat; she didn’t set herself down, though, as she only stooped to grab her backpack. “I am sorry for being unable to visit, although I really wanted to; you were at a very vulnerable age and had already moved into a class a year above you, and your parents should have been less hasty about replacing your main caretaker. The assassination attempts were unwarranted, but they did drive the point home that attempting contact was perhaps discouraged.”
“What,” said Tim. “Assassin what.”
“They were ninjas,” Jazzy offered, as if that was an answer. “Except the last one, which was a former marine. The point is that I do care about you, and wanted to ask if you had any idea where you’re going now that your parents are no longer…available guardians.”
Tim’s mouth opened. It closed.
Jazzy waited patiently.
“…How have you been?” Tim tried, resorting to a part of the script they hadn’t gone through yet.
Jazzy’s laugh was tired, but no less real. It was nothing like listening to his parents titter politely; he didn’t think Jazzy would even know how to fake a laugh. “Well, my brother told me that my former bosses had died, which was somewhat stressful. Otherwise, I’m pretty happy: I live with my brother and worked with him for the last few years. I was going to pursue medicine, but…well. The assassination attempts made it hard to interview for scholarships. I suppose that I could return to that now,” Jazzy mused, attention now elsewhere. She pulled the backpack off the floor and up into her grip. She opened it, and flipped through its contents. “How are you doing? I know that Wayne Manor fosters, but your parents were always rather…hands off. I thought the difference in levels of attention might be overwhelming.”
It was. Tim should be surprised how clearly she sees through him—
—But Jazzy used to watch him stim for almost a full hour after school, twisting Bunny’s arms back and forth until he could calm down. Seeing other people all day had been too much for him. Coming home from his parents’ parties had been similarly stressful.
She’d never been mad at him for it. She held him while he talked and stimmed and talked and talked and talked, and brushed his hair sometimes, or if it was very late and he was very young, helped him brush his teeth through all the medieval execution facts he could name.
“It is a lot to get used to,” Tim agreed quietly. He didn’t want to be ungrateful. He didn’t want to let on anyone about his plan to leave.
He had an out. The papers had already been filed; there was an actor waiting to play his uncle for a custody battle, ready for the fight.
Tim was ready to up and go. It was no hardship to leave all the good things here; anything beat making Bruce stick his fingers into Tim any deeper than they already were, compromising the dynamic they’d already established.
It was for the best.
“I can imagine,” Jazzy sympathized easily. “And I wanted to offer—well. I know there’s probably a lot of choices available to you, but my brother and I recently moved back to Gotham proper for the time being. He’s teaching astronomy courses at the university and I’m filing paperwork for Arkham patients. It’s not so privileged a home, but it’s quieter, and more central in town.”
…Tim’s heart skipped.
He. He couldn’t stop staring. Jazzy stared back at him, quiet and sure. Sure of what, Tim had no idea, but…
Why? Why would she want Tim? There was no way she would be able to get to his trust fund without his help, and he for sure knew better than to enable her ability to leech from him. The last time she’d known him, Tim had been a snot-nosed kid who cried all the time and couldn’t be normal for twenty consecutive minutes. His parents couldn’t even stand to be on the same hemisphere as him as a child. What appeal did this have for her?? What could having a teenager with severe baggage living in her house do for her?
And it’s not like there was any chance she knew he was Robin!
“Oh,” Jazzy suddenly interrupted. “I brought these for you, by the way. Your parents had tossed them out at various points; I’ve washed them since, of course.”
She handed him the backpack by the handle.
…Tim peeked inside.
On top was Bunny, still a washed-out faded sort of pink. He looked as fresh as he had the day when Tim’s parents had ”cleaned out” Tim’s nursery—in other words, a faded, a little gray, and slightly discolored from an old spaghetti stain. His button eyes were big and blue.
And beneath him were books that hadn’t passed his father’s muster as appropriately masculine reading material: The Velveteen Rabbit, with the cover a little scarred from a fierce attack of wet wipes. There’s A Monster at the End of This Book, with a goofy-looking Muppet on the cover, gold spine beat up beyond belief. Art Tim’s teacher at the time must have laminated and sent home; Tim’s dorky, crayon cat proved he would never make it as an artist, but attached to it was a photograph of a grinning boy with a bowl cut and a missing tooth.
Tim stared. There’d been purple marker on his hands and face. His grin looked…really bad, actually, like as if he was baring his teeth because he didn’t know how to smile. There was no formal grace there. Nothing to show the neighbors, nothing worth framing to put into the line of sight of the investors in the office.
Jazzy had kept it and brought it home with her. Jazzy had fished it out of the trash, and brought it with her to give back to him in Gotham.
It was crinkled like it’d been folded, over and over again. Further down in the bag was a crumpled certificate dedicated to “Timmy Drake, for: knowing a lot about octopi”, and a baby blanket Tim didn’t even remember. It had rocket ships on it. It looked as if someone had cut into it with scissors, although it had been obviously and brightly mended with red embroidery floss later on.
Jazzy had only been his nanny until Tim was seven. She had simply been gone one night, and Mom and Dad had been home for ten nights after without help before giving in and hiring Mrs. McIlvane and Mrs. Edith. Ms. Edith had never been so…permissive…with Tim as Jazzy had been.
Tim swallowed. He carefully put everything back into the backpack, unsure if he even wanted to keep it or not. It wasn’t like he could leave it here; he’d be gone, ideally, before the week was out. There was no point in taking it with him if he only planned to live with a stranger until he was eighteen.
“J…” Tim tried. He cut himself off before he could get too informal without prompting. “Miss Jasmine—“
“Just Jazz,” Jazzy corrected politely.
“—Why are you here?” Tim asked, ignoring how she’d technically already answered. He didn’t believe her. “What made my parents fire you?”
Jazzy’s expression turned…soft. Tim couldn’t look at her. Something horrible was welling with it, and he didn’t know how to cope.
“I’m here because I care about you,” Jazz repeated, and knelt beside him. She looked up into his face, and took his hand. Tim didn’t know why. He was practically an adult—he didn’t need this!
“And I was fired because your Mother overheard you calling me ‘Mommy’ on accident when you were tired. I suppose she was insulted, although I’d never know why; it’s not like she was ever home to bond with you in the first place.”
Tim’s throat closed. He missed his mom. He missed waiting up for his parents’ flight home, seeing their headlights outside the window, and knowing they’d bring home gifts from overseas. He missed using Mom’s perfume, and knowing he’d used more of the bottle sitting on her dressed than she ever had, but that it still smelled like her. He missed hearing his Dad telling all sorts of adventure stories and promises through the phone to be home for the holidays, even if Tim knew there was every chance he’d find some other way to spend the time back in Gotham.
And there was some small child in him who missed Jazzy, who hugged him and walked him to the library and made him soup from a can instead of fancy dinners and, who’d never needed to be waited for in the first place.
Tim looked at Jazzy’s round, freckled face.
He swallowed.
Tim moved out before the end of the week, as expected.
#dp x dc#Jazz fenton#tim drake#that one time Tim specifically hired a fake uncle so that Bruce couldn't adopt him#free to a good home#Jack Fenton knits btw#I'm not going to continue this but i thought it was a cool premise and needed its time. Have fun with it if you want to!#this is dedicated to all the fulltime nannies at the library who are fully just college girls raising babies#dpxdc#dcxdp#Jazz said is anyone going to raise this baby and was targeted by ninjas for it#I don't have any future plans BUT there is a moment where Dick tries to sneak into her apt to 'check it out' and she fully Gets Him with a#TBI and a Fenton CreepStickTM#also. parents who try to shape their kids by denying them every form of human comfort and access to their interests. You're dead to me#also also also I'm still a Tim Drake Autistic truther#not NOT inspired by the Say Uncle by Megarakles. This one's for you fellow fans#also. if he goes with her. He gets parented for the first time ever and it Sucks Ass lol.#faer fic
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Hello Rise fandom 🤗
#some of my old rise art has been getting attraction again here#and it made me reminisce on some of my old art#particularly my fake Draxum screenshots of the movie#and it made me miss some of my headcanons for the characters#specifically how I believe Leo and Draxum would not get along well as father and son#unlike his brothers who I think eventually would warm up to Barry#so I got thinking what if I’m this moment Draxum was the one to save Leo?#I feel like he’d have a parental instinct (much liek Raph’s older brother instinct) and put his life on the line#and I feel like I’m that moment Leo would have realized how much he meant to Draxum as a son#I went with an angstier vision ofc#but I still executed my vision with this redraw 😤#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the TMNT#ROTTMNT#rise of the tmnt leonardo#rise of the tmnt Leo#rise of the tmnt draxum#rise of the tmnt Baron Draxum#rottmnt Leo#rottmnt Leonardo#rottmnt baron draxum#rottmnt draxum#save ROTTMNT#save rise of the tmnt#art#digital art#my art#fanart#redraw#fake screenshot?
510 notes
·
View notes
Text
redraw of one of my very first tmnt drawings!!
had meant to do it exactly the one year later mark, but i blinked and suddenly april was may was june -- so ended up being more like a year and 1.5 months lol
May 11th, 2024 vs. April 6th, 2023
its so funny seeing them nest to each other now, but i remember when i finished the first version last year, i was so proud to have finally made a proper 'finished' piece.
like, yall, i struggled for years to every be able to create a piece i would ever call close to 'done'. part of that is me being a very knit-picky kinda person, and wanted to continue to tweak everything all of the time forever, but on top of that i also do work slow af, and before last year i didnt really have access to any digital media. and i love traditional mediums, but im defintiely not practiced enough to be able to get the results i was looking for with any sort of speed. like im genuinely not sure i created a single 'finished' work in my life -- not in school, not in work, not even in the free space of silly fandom doodles.
and then this piece happened!
and i knew even then that it was messy and rough af, but it had a background!! and color!! sure, the linework wasnt polished at all but still, for a silly little fanart? it was defined enough to distinguish the separate characters, and read expressions! there was even a little tiny bit of lighting!! i hate lighting!!
seeing the two versions side by side honestly i kinda have to laugh at how Rough the first version looks now. but you know what. im still so so proud of it. the colors are muddy, theres no shift in value; their clothing designs arent at all defined, leos teeth look weird af and theres lines on caseys face that are definitely from me accidentally dragging my fingers across the tablet when i didnt mean to but like. its there! its finished! i did it!
idk. ive never had a piece ive ever wanted to hang on my own fridge before. :)
#disappears off tumblr for like two months#im alive i swear#my art#human tmnt#rottmnt#redraw#did the old one in early April of 2023 and this new version May 11th 2024#(and then promptly forgot to post it for like a month)#i genuinely didnt think my art had changed that much this past year#besides just getting more comfortable with the digital media#but im actually really really pleased and kinda proud with the improvements!#understanding values and composition esp#always struggled with having characters feel like they actually existed in the same space#and werent just stiff seperate drawings that happened to be next to each other#and color and lighting have always been enemy number one#still definitely cannot begin to say i 'understand' them#but im starting to be able to fake it better#:)
362 notes
·
View notes
Text
seven years ago, they used to be friends. almost.
1 / 2 / ?
#diurna draws#vox#alastor#staticradio#radiostatic#radiosilence#onewaybroadcast#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanart#gosh i love doing more complex shading to make fake screencaps it's so satisfying.#sorry for using my personal vox design this is purely self indulgent. hey maybe vox only starts wearing bowties after this#anyways part two is going to be uploaded in a bit my doves <3#vox made his way through the trapdoor that's why he's initially on his knees#...not any other reason...#he's so danger unaware to alastor going haywire#thing is i feel that during their friendship vox was long used to alastor hurting other people in front of him that it just...#doesn't occur to him that alastor would've ever hurt him in that way.#shame#because it never occured to alastor that vox would cross that line and ruin their friendship.#alastor is somehow desperately angry and desperately sad#and angrier still that vox gets to make him feel that way.#suddenly#alastor feels a pearl of absolute hatred form inside of him#he's never felt so strongly about something in his entire afterlife#if only my shitty little aces could communicate and stop being insane for one second. sigh.
488 notes
·
View notes