#ignoring that i'm a day late

[draculadrawalong]

May 8

Gotta be careful with those pesky razors, johnny. Luckily the Count is always there to help.

[14dayswithyou]

💖 DAY 4 SNEAK PEEKS! 💖

Hiya Angels!! ^^ Here are some of the Out Of Context™ screenshots I recently shared with the 14DWY Discord boosters... Who also have early access to Day 4 as of right now!

So if you'd like to skip the wait and go on that aquarium outing with [01010111 01101000 01101111 00111111] right now, feel free to join the Discord community and boost the server! Otherwise, keep checking Tumblr and Twitter for more updates and screenshots ^^

[aron-mp4]

I've been doodling this exact mini comic everywhere since 2018 and I've finally drawn it properly what a day to be alive

[anagorah]

MERRY FRIGGIN CHRISTMAS EVERYPONY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[palossssssand]

grief paralysis

[sysig]

I think the world is so wonderful... (Patreon)

[teunip]

Happy 5th Anniversary to Age of Resistance, my beloved 💚

I drew this Deet last year and then promptly forgot about it. Don't ask what's going on with the streamers on her arm wraps, I had no idea what I was doing :')

[milkiedimitrescu]

Day 23: CAAAAAT 🥺🥺🥺

look at these beanie weanies

... FUCK... (editing this post)

God damn it.

There we go.

CAAAAAAAAT

[ashykneecaps6]

Happy birthday to the birthday boy

Doodles of Yuichi's because it's his day :]

Graves yuichi - @djpachipikachu

Future Villain usagi - @hitokshellart

& there's my guy [Des] and the rest is the OG yuichi from the samurai rabbit waho!!

[freekymonstr]

"Look how far you've come in such a short amount of time! You've decided to make the best of life until the very end. Memento Mori."

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It's been 4 years since the beginning and 3 years since the end. For the anniversary I wanted to make a counterpart to my Annus art from 2020.

A lot has happened to everyone in the last 3 years and I think both Unus and Annus would be proud of us all.

[scoliosisgoblin]

yo, @bennydunbar, check this out

[kayatoastkkat]

it's time to announce…I have DTIYS NOW!!!

celebrating reaching the 100 followers milestone on Tumblr, I thank each and every one of you and wish you all a thousand good thoughts and my thanks it's also long overdue but shh shh it's here nnow

also happy late valentine's day ig

drawing without text and references are all below the cut!

here's the art without the text in case you wanted a clearer look:

For refs of Lanyon and Jekyll, go to this post, though I would say it's only going to work for Jekyll and maybe Lanyon's lower half because the coat I gave him covered everything

For the reference of the Boiling Isles background, this is the one I used, it's from the show itself in ep1 but without the characters

I don't encourage using it as your final piece though, I like to think the amazing artists who do participate are above that.

And with that, I take my final bow to you who made it to the end here. It's all thanks to this site that I started having a real and burning passion for art, the motivation to keep drawing and improving and being inspired by all of you. I thank you, and hope you will have fun drawing this <3

[flowerakatsuka]

i can't believe that a show who's main bread & butter is masturbation jokes really has me like

[nulfidelfi]

Just some incredibly silly unfinished doodles of some particular angel that I made for #Azirafest instead of studying for exams <3

Have a nice Azirafeast!

[nyxengale]

Treebark week day 4 - warmth/breeze

And what of a paladin and his god? Cosplay for the lamplight series by @liloinkoink and design here by @unexpectedly-haunted

Photo creds to @basil-the-bulbasaur

[notsofrozt]

Fear

Fear.

A sensation that paralyses you, dries your mouth, chills your bones and blood, and revolts your insides. A warning of impending danger, a way the body prepares you to fight or flee.

Macaque felt fear many times, it's part of being alive.

The first time was so long ago that the memory was blurred at the edges, like an old photo. He remembered his tail wagging, sweaty hands and ears twitching as he lured Wukong onto the beach. There, under the tree on the shore, he made his feelings clear with awkward words and eyes that refused to look the other in the face.

The fear crawling inside him vanished with a bright smile from his now partner.

The second time he had felt the paralysis, unable to move to prevent his beloved from giving himself up to save their lives. Fear for the fate of his mate burned that moment into his mind.

This eventually faded as well. The harsh words under the mountain shattered it.

The third time fear guided his every action. The fear of losing his mate to a group of people who hurt him; the fear of seeing him change, driven by pain; the fear of having the person who lit up his life, who made his heart beat, taken away from him. That fear made him act, lash out, blinded and hurt.

That fear was supposed to fade with Wukong's hand in his, both of them walking away from the monk and that mission.

He didn't realise how wrong he was until the fourth time. The last time.

There are many things that people mistake for fear. Hardly anyone has ever felt genuine fear. There was a fundamental difference from anything he had experienced before, a bitter taste at once familiar and totally foreign. Macaque thought he felt it, but now he knew better.

The first time it had been plain nerves, with a touch of anticipation. The hope was there too, a sweet taste waiting to fill his palate.

The second time it was angst. Deep down he knew that it was impossible to kill Wukong, and that whatever punishment it was, it would eventually be overcome. Defeat and the uncertainty of being at the Jade Emperor's mercy only amplified that feeling.

The third time it was just sheer desperation.

What had run through his body were variants of fear. More opaque versions or different hues. Mere shadows trying to mimic the real feeling.

The fourth time began with defeat. In the world where they lived, there was only one fate for those who dared to face the Monkey King and lost.

The red and gold staff descended unavoidably towards his face, certain and lethal; the soft eyes of the person he had so long considered a friend, a comrade, a lover, now cold and devoid of their former warmth. Nor a spark of regret or doubt could be seen in them.

His body froze and his blood chilled, unable to process the brutal inevitability. As everything slowly went black, Macaque had only one thought.

He had been so, so foolish.