#i have no idea what im doing

[eatingmarkerz]

sketch cuz idk if ill finish it teehe

[domutkniecie]

part 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :DDDDDDDDDDDD

took me quite long to draw :// i guess i could've just made this a sketch but im too ambitious and then i'm like. why did i do this. but then im like. hell yeah i did this. but im kinda tired. lol.

Part 2

[budgieflitter]

curious brothers as disco elysium portraits

[bellyjellyfish]

she's a fun character to draw :DD

[ma-re-zo]

WiP muahahahahahahahaha

[star-crossed-planet]

*clears throat unnecessarily loud*

I present to you, the dps guys levels of dumbass according to me.

[after a test]

Neil: what did you get in question number 32? i got 6

Meeks: i got 4.7

Cam: no, I'm pretty sure it was 4.2

Pitts: wtf i got - 12,455

Meeks: HOW IN THE WORLD did you even get a negative number???

Pitts: ...

Cam: it was about calculating the length of a ribbon?? how could a ribbon be minus meters long?

Pitts: IDFK

Todd: i didn't even answer number 32, i just left it blank

Charlie: there was a 32 question?!

Cam: yes, in the back

Charlie: THERE WAS A BACK?

Knox: wait we had class today??

Neil:

The end *excessive applause*

[tebaragi]

P1Harmony — '때깔 (Killin' It)' Concept Photos

[mothsandsnails]

hi this is my first art post here

(i am quite nervous)

lmk if i’m doing this right …………………….

[nikkodikko]

[Image ID: a The Magnus Archives comic in scales of greens, illustrating a moment from episode 129

The first three panels are close-ups of Jon.

Panel 1. Jon has a hand behind his head and is looking up, he has an expression of annoyance and embarassment on his face. He says "God knows what. and i can't talk to Melanie.

I suppose" and stops talking abruptly.

Panel 2. Jon lets his hand fall down his neck and looks to the side in embarassement, he makes an unintelligible sound.

Panel 3. Jon lets his arm fall down and looks Martin in the eyes, he has a sad and earnest look on his face. he says "I miss you"

The central panel is a medium shot of Martin and Jon.

Panel 4. Martin and Jon are facing each other, Martin is holding some files and has a look of disbelief on his face. he lets out a small laugh and says "Really?" Jon looks up at him with a sad expression and blushed cheeks.

The next two panels, in the corners of the page, are close-ups of Jon on the right and Martin on the left.

Panel 5. Jon looks up at martin with a look of surrender and yearning and a deeper blush. He says "yeah"

Panel 6. Martin looks down at Jon with a surprised face. realising he was actually being honest. He thinks "oh." /.End]

still trying to figure out my designs for these two but after listening to MAG 129 the worms in my brain took over

i'm vv new to tma but i sense an hyperfixation coming

[thewriterwithsnakes]

could you write something for Ekko, literally anything except angst pls

The Ekko of A Violin

I'd love to! This is actually a mix of two asks for Ekko and I got a little carried away, enjoy!

@wallmayo asked for An ekko x female violinist reader who joins the firelights and they fall in love 🙏

I also kinda want to write more parts to this because it isn't super romantic yet, let me know if anyone wants more parts!

Summary: An undercity violinist hears about the firelights and wants to help, how will it pan out once she becomes acquainted with their devastatingly handsome leader?

Warnings: None really

The undercity was your home, no matter how rough it was. You grew up on the streets where people got robbed and maimed daily, it was a wonder you had survived it all.

But, there was one safe haven for you, an attic. When you were younger you discovered it, abandoned for the most part. The druggies downstairs were usually out or too high to even notice your presence so you found yourself coming back to the dusty room many nights, entertaining yourself with the things you discovered inside, forgotten like the room itself. One night you stumbled upon a smooth black case covered in a layer of dust. At first you thought it could be a weapon and you stayed weary of it. But over the next few days your curiosity got the better of you, and you opened it, brushing away the cobwebs and forgotten dreams.

Inside there had been an instrument, the case had kept it preserved and it also contained rosin and a bow. After that all your curious exploration of that attic fell away, outshined by your fascination with the challenge of figuring out this violin. It took you weeks up in that attic to not make your own ears bleed, but eventually, you started to get the hang of it. And once you got going, you couldn't stop. You played any music you could remember hearing, and when you didn't want to play that, you made it up as you went. Most of your teenage years were spent in a similar fashion, slinking through the streets and rooftops of the undercity to get to your refuge. When you played, the undercity melted away as you focused on each note, on the pitches and your techniques.

You figured that was how you survived the undercity without totally losing it like most people did. So when you found out about the firelights, the people who did their best to give a safe haven to people, you had to join. You wanted to help your home and it's people, and this was the perfect opportunity.

Growing up in the undercity made everyone rough around the edges and you were no exception. You'd had your share of struggle and you knew what to expect as a firelight in general. You met up with a firelight who would bring you to their mini oasis in this desert of depravation that Silco created, a desert he branded Zaun.

Upon arrival you saw quite a few people dressed quite similarly in what you presumed to be their armor. You bit your lip in nerves until your eyes laid upon the majestic tree infront of you. Sucking in a breath, you gazed in amazement at the wonderful world they created. It seemed like a whole different universe, so detached and different from the rest of the undercity. The only detail that wasn't was the mural that sprawled put across the base of the tree. It had some familiar and unfamiliar faces on it though you knew none personally. Your heart jumped at the idea of being able to live in a slice of this paradise, you weren't sure it could get any better and you couldn't wait to help.

You met Ekko your first day their, though you didn't know that. You didn't even know his name, which was purposeful on Ekkos part. You knew that name belonged to the firelights leader and he wanted to see how you acted when you didn't know. You had your violin case clutched tightly in your hand along with a small bag you packed, this would be your new home. As you bit your lip and tried suppressing a hopeful smile, a man approached you and your guide. He simply smiled and nodded at the firelight next to you who seemed to get some sort of message and left.

"Are all firelights telekinetic or is that just you?" You shot the man a joking smile in hopes that this environment would be kinder than the undercity. He let out a laugh that took your breath away.

"Not telekinesis, sugar, just mutual understanding" He shook his head in playful disappointment before turning and motioning for you to follow. "Come on, I'll show you to where you will stay,"

"Thanks, this place is certainly going to take some getting used to," You commented as you looked around, still a little starstruck at all of it. He led you to a small room with a simple bed and small dresser in it.

"Here is your luxury bedroom madam" He gave you a playful bow as he spoke in an attempted piltover accent. "Oh here m'lady let me handle your extensive luggage" He grabbed your bag and you couldn't help but snort.

"God that accent is terrible" You laughed and set your violin case down.

"Really?" He asked sarcastically. "I thought it was simply marvelous," The matter of fact attitude combined with the horrendous accent nearly had you doubling over laughing. He caught sight of your violin case and asked if you played. After a short quip back from you about how you just liked to stare at it combined with an eyeroll, you laughed and and said yes. He asked if you would like to play for the firelights occasionally, to help boost moral. You deliberated for a moment, you hadn't really played for other people before, but you had come here to help, right?

"Sure, why not?" You smiled and he was clearly happy to get that answer.

"Alright well I'll see you around," He stepped back and swung your door open to step backwards out onto the balcony that led to the stairs.

"Wait, I didnt catch your name!" You took a quick step towards him.

"I didnt get yours either, sugar," He winked and stepped back off the balcony and you let out a short scream. He appeared in the air on a hoverboard-like contraption with a smug smirk on his handsome face before he sped off into the night. You were left standing on your balcony, speechless, and for the first time in a long time, looking forward instead of backward.

[aliennarty]

My traditional/academic-arts-trained ass is FINALLY trying to learn how to properly do digital art even though I have owned a drawing tablet for literal years now

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO after hours of deliberation and being too afraid to actually show this to anyone, fuck it Here's a smug ass Shepard trying to keep serious face after hearing that reach and flexibility line from Garrus HERE YOU GO THANKURWELCOME IGOHIDEINMYHOLENOW

[averagemcfan]

first ever blog, so, hellooo!! im kale!

i just did the recent dtiys for @cupcakeslushie 's empyrean weeping au, i really cannot do perspective so i set for this instead LOL

plus a spin at a rendering style! i think it ended up really well and im super proud of it ahah

i couldnt leave mikey out of this since hes my all time favorite so i had him on the... scythe..? bo-scythe?? but either way i have him right there just chilling

this was really fun to make and im so excited for the donnie arc!! ^o^

[fandomgoddes05]

The broken king and the silent dove: a shadow the hedgehog x fem reader

(Art not mine)

Chapter 3: The Announcement

(shadow):

The next morning, the throne room was bustling with the quiet whispers, nobility each seated in their designated seats. They speculated eagerly about the reason for the king’s sudden summons at such an early hour and so last minute.

Sonic leaned against a massive stone pillar in the far right corner, his arms crossed over his chest as he listened to the chatter around him, though he gathered that his thoughts were the same as the others. For what on earth could have prompted such a gathering.

The noise died down abruptly as the great oak doors swung open. All eyes turned toward the familiar figure that stepped through, Shadow.

As always, his dark figure strode through the crowd, his head held high as he commanded the room. A large, golden crown sat atop his head, its polished surface gleaming in the sunlight that spilled through the high windows. His dark red cloak billowed behind him with each stride as he made his way to the throne. His usual scowl where it always was placed on his face, his expression as unreadable as ever.

All the nobility rose in unison, bowing their heads in respect to their king as he took his seat on the large stone throne. The room fell into a tense silence. All eyes remained on Shadow, waiting for him to speak.

Then after a long pause, Shadow’s voice finally broke through the silence, sending shivers down everyone’s spines.

“You must all be wondering why I summoned you here this morning,” he began, his red eyes scanning the room, briefly meeting each of their nervous gazes. But no one dared to speak.

His tone sharpened as he continued, his words slicing through the air. “I have summoned you here because I will not be pushed any longer.” His gaze hardened as he surveyed the room once more, watching as the nobles shifted uneasily in their seats. The tension growing thicker with every passing moment. “However, in the spirit of collaboration, I come bearing an offer.”

The mention of an offer caught the attention of every single noble in the room, and Sonic in particular straightened up, his curiosity piqued. He could sense the change in the atmosphere, the nobles now hanging on Shadow’s every word.

“I offer you one ball,” Shadow declared, his voice steady and proud. “Invite as many princesses as you wish. But if I cannot find a bride by the end of the night, you will all drop the matter and cease your insistence on the subject.” His eyes swept over the court, the weight of his words settling on everyone. “Agreed?”

A murmur of surprise rippled through the crowd, but the council quickly responded, voices coming together in a unified, enthusiastic response. “Agreed!”

“Good,” Shadow said simply. “Then you are all dismissed.” With that, he stood and began to leave the room, the nobles already buzzing with excitement about the prospect of the upcoming event. Invitations would be sent far and wide to any eligible princesses they could find.

Sonic, however, wasn’t quite as enthusiastic. He quickly pushed through the crowd, falling into step behind Shadow as they made their way toward the royal chambers.

“Hey! Shadow!” Sonic called, catching up to the king’s brisk pace.

Shadow shot him a sharp look, his brows furrowing in irritation. “What do you want?” he snapped, his tone colder than usual.

Sonic raised his hands in mock surrender, the gesture clearly meant to ease the tension. “Whoa, dude, I just wanted to ask. Are you sure this is such a good idea?” He frowned, his concern clear in his voice. “This could backfire.”

Shadow’s scowl deepened, but behind his frustration lied a hint of exhaustion. “I don’t know,” he finally admitted, his voice dripping with annoyance. “But it’s the only solution I could come up with to get them off my back.” His gaze softened, but only slightly. “I’ve tried everything else, and nothing seems to work.”

Sonic’s expression shifted to one of understanding, and he placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, offering a supportive smile. “Alright, then. If you think it’s the best way to go, I trust you.” His voice was reassuring, though still laced with a hint of skepticism.

Shadow didn’t respond immediately, but a faint nod of acknowledgment was all the reassurance Sonic needed. The two continued walking in silence, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the large hall.

As news of the royal ball spread like wildfire through the kingdom, preparations began. Invitations were sent far and wide, extending to any eligible princess in the land. The court was abuzz with talk of the grand event, and the pressure was on for Shadow to find a queen. But whether the king would find the right match remained to be seen.

An: yay chapter 3! I hope you like! Idk when I’m gonna update again as I am also writing a book at the moment but if i get the time i will! Please comment and like! 🥰

[milkymarco7]

I made the ugliest arcane gingerbread cookies and I love them

[piowasthere]

day 18 - Phobia

(Ommetaphobia, trypophobia)

omg! guess who just found this in their files and absolutely did not forget to finish it up and instead stalled for weeks! couldn't be me! :D

it's November already but i said i'll finish it up, so here we go i will take 3 months, i was not kidding...

i just wanted to do smth with those spoopy eyes and also blood practice, so whatever; don't have expectations for me. i really wanna get into horror art, so watch me experiment

just imagine u opened a door and u see this inside with this ear-piercing, high-piched screech and ur vision glitches out, mouthwashing style

a ver w/o all the needless effects, or how i like to call 'u can actually see shit ver' under

[grey-viridian]

Aaand a little bit of process