#inlustration

[amorfirstbysfhonn]

Tuesday share- thus was a fun project for a wedding during the pandemic, I felt so bad because they had to change their date several times due too COVID but eventually tied the knot. This was a save the date card for a Indian Wedding. This was one of the first designs and I ended changing it but I love the style and the bold rich colors of their wedding tradition. . . . . . . . #artbysfhonn #art #artwork #illustrator #inlustration #iñlustrator #wedding #indianwedding #savethedate #ilustração #ilustra #latinaillustrator #latinaartist #womeninart (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co7rPUTp7B6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sunnetrolls]

Helian! How’d you meet your wife

"I've known her since I was little, kinda like Rha. The two of them have been either my friends or partners basically forever-- we've been through so much it would just feel strange for either of them to not be around me."

[horrorphase]

ꜜ ﹙ 💳  ﹚ ﹕ needs and nourishment truly had nothing to do with this impromptu field trip to this shitty town's only grocery store⸻ only really meant to fill the time before the next urge for something more intriguing than his futile attempts at sobriety. he should know better by now ﹕ yet something in him still wrestled against his whims, some foolish desire to be good, despite how it often felt this ugliness inside him had always been just another birthright. but the aisles of amrak was hardly the place to think about the human condition, bloodshot eyes bruised by sleeplessness roving across the shelves without focus, as if searching for something and forgetting it in the same breath. and francis slowly pushed his shopping cart, each wheel wobbling in discord, hand hung slack over the side, brushing anything and everything off the shelves, landing into his cart with muted thuds. there really wasn't any rhythm to this aimlessness, cargo piling up in reckless abundance ﹕ ten boxes of cereals, a dozen canned soups, a whole row of instant noodles, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, none of which would be consumed when he could always just order takeouts from lakeside grill. still, francis pushed on⸻ as if this terribly mundane ritual might stop the spiral that was coming. but that was wishful thinking, no stopping the tremors in his veins, how the colors in the grocery store suddenly looked too bright, how the fluorescent light now felt too loud. breath became shallow and quick, trying to maintain some semblance of self-control. and overwhelmed with his head swimming, swimming, swimming, francis nearly hit someone with his cart, stopping to a screeching halt just an inch away from colliding against the woman standing near the end of the aisle, inspecting a display of imported chocolates. he didn't know her, but there was something he immediately recognized ﹕ a steadiness he couldn't find in himself. and maybe that was what drew him in— the faint hope that it might rub off on him, even if only for a second. “ hey, ” he started, voice rough and low, almost a whisper, almost like a secret, like it had to fight its way out of his throat. “ do you know where to fuckin' get some, uh ... ” he had to think for a minute, wasn't even looking for anything, just wanted to ground himself to a conversation. but as soon as words failed him, intrusive impulses hijacked his body with the first familiar thought⸻ and francis mimed sniffing something off the back of his hand, rubbing his gums, then even pretended to roll up a sleeve and exhaled sharply, all his gestures ridiculous and frantic. @inlustre

[newwayin]

location: out and about, late afternoon. specifically: selin ( @inlustre )

" i just... fell. you know it was crazy on halloween, with... all that happened. " he's dismissive, giving a shrug the question of the bruises that linger on his face and decorate his knuckles. yeah, even the blindest person would know that's not the case. exhaling a deep, deep breath and slouching deep into his seat, just barely peaking over the table. eyes roll deep inside his skull, sitting right back up only seconds later. " whatever. you probably heard of the fight that happened in redstone bar. that was me. if only i remembered my taekwondo lessons from i was younger. " then maybe i would've won, is what he wants to say but keeps quiet. his voice is soft, talking to himslef more - so than selin. " you should see the other guy... "

[lunarficial]

🔒 closed starter for selin / / @inlustre 📍 outside of amrak grocery store.

☾ exiting amrak & directly walking into the path of selin has hana pausing in her tracks. a millisecond loss of composure. as a child, seeing selin felt like a breath of fresh air— she was one of the first people to show hana what being a friend could mean. it eats at her; to know someone out there knew her before she could project her own best version of self. what exists between them now is distance, with hana rounding corners to avoid an awkward & grating clash of small talk. she chooses the wrong corner this time, evidently. ❝ oh, hey ! ❞ hana greets, trying to mirror the polite lift in her voice that she imagines selin would welcome an old friend with. she readjusts the bag in her arms, comically full of all her parents' favorite. ❝ on grocery duty this week for my parents. you know how they get. are you headed in for the day ? ❞ by that, she of course references the anxiety they had projected throughout the early 00's in red creek. even decades later, another murder in a town so small seems too soon.

[repentulant]

⁑ the smile that selin adorns in response is a trophy in itself, part of an endless single - player game to win her over. which makes things equally as devastating when it morphs into unmistakable concern over her brother. as a long time outsider - looking - in on the yalçınkaya family, santi knows tensions rise high between taylan & their father– knows that the conflict tends to weigh just as heavily on selin's heart, even when she's not the one at war. ❝ that bad ? ❞ he asks, reeling her back into his side by their linked arms. he's unsure of himself in a lot of ways, but at least hopes his presence can be a comfort. the mention of taylan's accident has him internally reeling at the thought. there's that guilt eating at him — all attributed to the ways he's curved around taylan recently, at all of the details he's missed since moving away– ❝ dunno if he'll ever lay off of tay. ❞ he sighs. his own father had certainly never mastered the art of letting go, though their dynamic was considerably less explosive. ❝ sorry. don't wanna let that mess tonight up. i bet he'll have a good time, yeah ? ❞

she shoots him a look , brows raised ever so slightly to say you know it doesn't without having to find the words . that was the thing about santi — they'd been a part of each other's lives for so long now , some things were just intrinsic . it was an intimacy selin found hard to navigate at times , like now for instance , his comment nearly stopping her in her tracks . she lets herself study his face as his eyes roam the crowd , the way his lips curve upward ever so slightly , the ghost of what could have been a blush dusting his cheeks in the way that might have earned him a kiss when they were teenagers . teeth sink into her bottom lip as she considers the right words to say , the lines she shouldn't cross . " good to know . " her response comes after only a beat of quiet , and she can't help it , the way her own lips lift into a satisfied grin . " surprisingly no , actually . just tay with the obscene amount of fake blood he needed , " she says with a laugh and a fond roll of her eyes at the mention of the boogeyman mask her brother was somewhere out there sporting , his urge to incite never dulling . the latter question stirs hesitation , unsure of how honest she can be without feeling like she was betraying some kind of sibling confidentiality . " kind of , yeah . " it's her turn to look away , opting for the sight of their steps , the way they move in unison . it felt right to tell santi ; she'd shared deeper concerns in the years her brother left town . " it's just — our dad's being a real asshole to him . and i guess i just thought he'd lay off him a bit more considering the accident just happened . it just seems like a lot to be dealing with , you know ? " selin shrugs , the smile she offers carrying more unspoken words . i'm worried about him is what she won't say ; santi already knew that .

[z12may12m]

[bittenmoths]

FOR:   selin ( @inlustre ). DETAILS:   3:43am; selin's bedroom in selin's apartment!

when  taylan  left  -  when  he  abandoned  them  to  pursue  bigger  and  better  things  outside  of  their  small,  wasteland  town;  selin  became  june's  rock.  it  was  small  at  first;  begrudging,  unwilling  company.  she's  always  been  in  the  picture  -  but  june  didn't  get  her  like  how  they  got  taylan;  they  were  made  of  the  same  bloodied  cloth,  and  selin's  always  been...  selin.  impossibly  bright;  like  june  had  to  squint  just  to  look  at  her  straight  on  -  and  incredibly  passive.  she  just  didn't  have  the  same  anger;  didn't  understand  june  in  the  same  ways.

now  they  understand  each  other  -  if  only  a  little  bit;  that  same  -  sized  hole  in  their  hearts,  that  same  pain.  somewhere  deep  down,  june  knows  it's  different  for  selin;  she'll  never  be  a  twin,  never  know  what  that  bond  feels  like.  will  never  know  the  lengths  she'd  go  to,  just  for  them;  pure  unconditional  love.  but  june  cares  in  her  own  ways  -  even  if  she'll  never  admit  it.  evenings  spent  waiting  outside  of  the  grocery  store  as  selin  closed  up  inside;  conceding  to  the  bed  offered  to  her  -  knowing  she  wouldn't  have  to  share  it,  knowing  that  selin's  in  the  room  next  over.

it's  an  awful  thing  to  care  about  someone  so  much;  worse  when  it's  doubled,  when  there's  that  sick  realization  that  there's  only  two  people  in  the  world  june  would  throw  herself  off  of  a  cliff  for.  and  when  one's  so  far  out  of  reach,  untouchable,  unattainable  -  all  that  fear,  all  that  gut  -  wrenching  anxiety  that  something'll  happen  to  them  -  it's  worse  when  it's  doubled.  selin  is  all  june  has  left  in  red  creek;  at  least  in  a  way  that's  meaningful.

that's  why  she  broke  in  -  it's  not  breaking  in  if  it's  expected  of  her;  and  for  all  of  june's  impulses  -  she's  always  been  predictable.  a  tornado  that  only  strikes  in  the  same  place;  no  point  in  rebuilding  when  she  tramples  everything  into  dust  and  dirt,  over  and  over  and  over  again.  it  was  supposed  to  be  easy,  mind  -  easing;  she'd  check  in  on  selin  -  real,  tangible  proof  that  she's  alive  and  not  being  inspected  by  some  morgue  freaks  who  probably  enjoy  their  job.  they'd  stay  the  night  -  as  they'd  done  so  many  times  before.  but  june  forgot  about  taylan;  after  all  that  time  away,  he  wasn't  the  first  twin  on  her  mind  anymore.  she  should've  -  thought  more.

june  creeks  into  selin's  bedroom  twenty  minutes  before  four  am  and  takes  three  minutes  to  find  and  steal  a  pair  of  sweatpants  that'll  replace  the  leather  skirt  she's  donned  the  entire  night.  then  she  stands  over  selin's  bed  -  squinting  in  the  dark  until  her  eyes  adjust  and  she  can  see  a  soft  heave  of  breath;  before  reaching  over  and  shaking  at  her  sleeping  form.  "wake  up,  christ  -  sleeping  like  the  fucking,  dead  here  -"  it's  a  loud  whisper,  barely  an  attempt  at  one,  "-  your  couch  feels  like  i'm  laying  on  fucking  -  jagged  rocks.  it's  inhumane,  sel  -  lemme  on."

[ofvolatile]

where : lakeside grill , 7:30 pm . status : closed with @inlustre

its days after his return , and his mother thought it fit to have dinner together as a family , because how else would the town see the yalçınkaya's being the picture - perfect family that his father has always dreamt of ? straight spines , fake smiles ( never found on his lips ) , all pulled by strings above their heads , sitting like marionettes displayed for show . subjected to a scolding on how sport could never be a lasting career . taylan had never asked for , nor needed his father's sympathy , but its hard to ignore how the words sting , how his scar stings underneath that loaded stare . for all the violence his body carries , when it comes to his father he keeps his fists at home , curls his hands around his glass and resents the fraction of control his father wields over him . their parents had just left , and taylan is still reeling , jaw working angrily . “ dad still an asshole . thinks his badge and that crooked halo above his head makes him look like a fucking saint . can't even keep this shitty town safe . ” he spits loudly not caring that a few faces turn to look at the table where the twins are seated . the glass tightens under the pressure of his hand , and he wants  it to crack , for the edges cut into his palm , for the fake blood clinging on his skin to be real . his anger has only harmed his self the most . “ the only thing he’s good for is being used an example on how to do a piss-poor job . he's a fucking joke . ”

[horrorphase]

ꜜ ﹙ ⚰️  ﹚ ﹕ he hadn't really been here before, but the apartment, as it was now, felt like a foxhole, a sanctuary from the disorder of the world outside. sun-warmed wood, lovingly cluttered corners⸻ and he could just stay like this forever, watching the soft beams of morning light sprawled across the floor, such careless elegance that set every speck of dust adrift in gold. if only █████ was here, then he'd have everything he needed here. there was an echo of comfort here ﹕ it wasn't taylan's childhood bedroom, but there was still something grounding about the rough scrape of posters and the scattered remnants of his friend's life— hockey gear propped in corners, a stick resting against the wall, its tape frayed and peeling like a secret kept too long. kieran rubbed at his eyes, the fabric of taylan's shirt shifting over his shoulders, loose and comforting, such a rare thing for him to sleep as deeply as he did, for his mind to go still, for his body to just surrender into sheets. but he could just blame it on last night's exhaustion ﹕ muscles still carrying soreness from running after the boogeyman, a leftover hum of adrenaline.

but he couldn't stay like this forever, not when there was another body disemboweled, another murder to solve ﹕ that blissful moment of emptiness when you just woke up finally fading away and making room for reality. kieran pushed off from taylan's bed, the creak of the frame sounding like childhood memories of sneaking out, and stepped into the hallway, where the warmth spilling in from the kitchen greeted him. and he followed as selin's silhouette moved against the backdrop of the morning⸻ stopping just a short distance from her when he noticed the cat, bare feet grounding him to the space as he watched pasha let out some accusatory hisses and meows, tail twitching like a metronome of distrust. and before he could say anything, selin swiveled with a frying pan that could have probably knocked him out if only she actually acted on that impulse. instinct jolted through him, but he didn't move, lips pulling into a crooked smile. “ y'know, i used to remember you threatening people with words when tay's fists didn't work. guess you've advanced to kitchenware now ? ” the words rolled off his tongue dryly, but they were punctuated by the small, genuine laugh that escaped him, lifting his hands up in feigned surrender.

“ i have two younger sisters, sel. ' course i know how to make breakfast, ” an almost offended response, but kieran didn't hesitate to move towards the fridge, grabbing a carton of eggs, shaking it lightly. “ sit, ” he gestured with his chin, tone flat and unhurried, a command that was softened by the morning. “ i've got this. ” and it had been awhile since he had done this, breakfast often skipped, but today, here, kieran let himself sink into this ﹕ the clink of a bowl, the scrape of a spatula, the sizzle of oil, the scent of frying eggs. and maybe he was just trying to make her feel more comfortable before the next revelation⸻ “ hope you don't mind that i inspected the place last night when everyone was asleep. ” gaze flitted towards the cracked-open kitchen window, eyes mapping the frame. “ window's loose. one shove and you're in. ” a glance toward toward the front door then made him snort quietly, the sound more breath than laugh. “ that lock might as well be a decoration. deadbolt's a joke, could be picked with a hairpin. most of the frame had gone soft, too. could probably be forced open with some pressure. ” he stepped away from the stove for a few moments, pointing out the window at the far corner of the living room, its curtain drawn lazily to one side. “ that one's a bit trickier— sills a little more sturdy, but if you know how to jimmie the latch, it opens. probably takes a bit more finesse, but not impossible. ” and of course, there was taylan's window, but they didn't need to talk about that. kieran paused for a second, maybe two, or ten, trying to remember if there was any other entry points he was missing ﹕ but train of thought was then derailed by the scent of burnt eggs. “ SHIT. ”

FOR : kieran , june , & taylan ( @horrorphase @bittenmoths @ofvolatile ) . LOCATION : selin's apartment . TIME : early morning , november 1st .

she can tell it's early by the way the sun peaks through her curtains , the lacey shadow casting an intricate pattern across her hardwood floors in the way that always made selin itch to trace over it , to make it permanent with some paint and a brush . in the safety of her bedroom art supplies are scattered freely , tucked into corners and piled onto desks , adorning her bookshelves in the way they never used to within the walls of her childhood home . her apartment was her sanctuary , and her bedroom the most intimate room of all ; pieces of her heart were scattered everywhere , displayed in the pictures taped onto her walls and the boxes of old birthday cards and love notes by her bed , tethered to the clothes overfilling her closet and the trinkets she's filled a many jewelry box with . she's careful not to wake june as she slides out from under her comforter and into her slippers — and there's a piece of her heart there , too , locked tightly inside the sleeping mass selin's vigilant to note is alive and breathing , counting the gentle rise and falls of their chest before she's content enough to venture into the kitchen . pasha greets her with a headbutt to the legs and a disgruntled meow , so croaky and cranky from being denied his spot in her bed it draws a laugh out of her . " i'm sorry , baby , " she coos , to which he offers another meow , taking his place by his bowl . she fills it mindlessly , pats his furry head , still groggy with sleep and only just beginning to register the throbbing of her bruised eye , more swollen and tight than it had felt last night . she's tempted to crawl back into her bed , but there was no falling asleep again without pain killers , and there were no pain killers without breakfast . november had brought with it a chill that warranted pajamas warmer than the old high school class t-shirt and mismatching shorts she was wearing , but it wasn't the temperature outside seeping in from the only half decently insulated walls that has the hair on the back of her neck standing up , or goosebumps trailing down the length of her arms . it was the feeling that someone was behind her ; a feeling confirmed by the tabby cat who was no longer crunching on kibble , but hissing at a shadow too lanky too belong to her brother . her heart jumps into her throat , a million thoughts crossing her mind , but only two registering . is this what alaina felt ? and then is taylan okay ?

she doesn't spare another second thinking , leaping to action in a way she didn't know herself capable of until that very moment , shaking fingers clasping onto the handle of her frying pan before she whips around , unbrushed curls bouncing , what could have been a scream tearing from her throat before it dies off into a stunned silence . there was no boogeyman poised with a knife , ready to slash her organs from her body . no , her intruder wore a familiar face , and selin lowers her weapon just a fraction before hissing " — kieran ? " disbelief at the picture in front of her has her staring as she waits for it to register kieran talbot's standing , very much uninvited , very much unfazed , inside her apartment . and maybe that's why her suspicion refuses to back down entirely as she says " i don't remember letting you in . " with every second her heartbeat settles closer to normal comes clarity , sense returning with every blink of her dark lashes . the clothes he's wearing — she recognizes the shirt , and old tee's of her brother , which could only mean two things : either he'd spent the night in taylan's room , no doubt climbing through his window like june had , or he'd killed her brother then taken the shirt as some sort of sick prize . it wasn't even a question in her head , which reality made more sense . " i really need new fucking locks , don't i ? " she groans , more to herself than to kieran , frying pan returned to it's spot on the stove , relinquished from her panicked grasp from only minutes before . and then selin spins back around to face him , hands placed squarely on her hips as she fixes him with a look there was only one right answer to . " well do you know how to crack an egg , at least ? "

[hypnotiscd]

○    NOW DELIVERING TO . . .    ⏤ @inlustre !

location :  saber   street  , nadia's apartment balcony .

time:  8   :   20   pm 

" TAKE THE SHOT ! " nadia calls out to selin . " i heard that , which means i'm close to BINGO on my halloween card . " she ducks her head inside the apartment , eyes scouring for her friend in question . her cigarette stays perfectly lit , dangling precariously from her fingers before she looks down at the BINGO CARD in question . REDWOOD HALLOWEEN BINGO is a tried and true fashion for the pair - it's the best way to start a night of debauchery , drinking and over - socialising . nadia drinks in her own shitty handwriting which states in one box : SELIN MENTIONS THAT PEOPLE MIGHT NOT UNDERSTAND HER OUTFIT . tick , tick and tick . nadia may not be good at a lot , but predicting things in this town ? that's a hole in one ( she's mixing metaphors as well as spirits tonight . sue her ) . " when can i see the FINAL outfit product anyways , sel ? "

[amorfirstbysfhonn]

Working on marketing materials…and still working 💥 . . . . #artist #artwork #artbysfhonn #artwall #artgallery #design #designer #packagingdesign #inlustration #ilustradora #ilusteación #ilustraciones #ilustração #fashionart (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm-EHJTv-cU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sunnetrolls]

Damn. I wanted 2 ask abt anachoresis,

ok what abt contrarian inlustre, :3c

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗 (purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗 (how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗 (wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗 (hoping for a romantic relationship)

theyre very complicated..... i think they have like, a pitch/pale dynamic in the opposite direction of all my other ships that are like that. mostly pale but especially after all theyve both been thru they low key also despise each other for what theyve done. rather than the usual route of pitch turned a lil pale

[lordsalissoon]

Oh what's this??? An inlustration with the chaos trio from Ages of nokori? Is it still a WIP?

But wait!!! You have the chance to see the timelapse of this piece over my Patreon and the best news: I don't have tiers! Any amount you can spare will unlock this and many other ilustrations!

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Also, a friendly reminder: Leon and Yuri belongs to @inky-beasts

[c0nnectdots]

FOR : selin ! @inlustre . LOCATION : steps outside damon's apartment . TIMESTAMP : 5:40pm .

" c'mon, promise i haven't been avoiding you. i'd pinky promise on it even, sel. " said with a smile and a shift in their perch. a cigarette rests between their pointer and middle finger, getting rolled slowly between the knuckles. " you know me, busy as shit all the time. can't ever seem to sit still. " which, really, has been more true as of late. avoided redstone as of late, stayed on their feet, wandered about in the middle of the night like they had somewhere to be. maybe, just maybe, damon thinks if they keep moving around sporadically they'd be spared from whatever shit was stirred. maybe they're shrouded in some sort of burden. who's to say, they haven't told anyone. not even selin, arguably someone they've kept fairly close throughout the years.

the cigarette rises to their mouth, slow toil of the smoke exiting the corner of their mouth. takes a sudden sullen turn of his voice to heavily sigh. drops a bit of their ... nonchalance. " buuuuut i never apologized for that night at redstone, did i? i'm sorry, sel. it wasn't anything personal, right? y'know, you getting hurt? "

[repentulant]

⁑ ❝ tryin' to turn a new leaf or whatever they call it. ❞ his brows furrow as he tries to defend his early exit, but there's really no point— & there's much bigger problems on their plate at the moment. ❝ i was just saying. ❞ santi says, though he doesn't take the tone personally. he knows what she means to taylan— that it's double what he can fathom, and he already cares a lot. he holds his breath while the phone rings, nearly deflating when he can overhear the voicemail chime pick up. ❝ do you think she— ❞ he cuts himself short, confident he sees the familiar head of hair. he grabs onto taylan's sleeve with one hand, point to selin with the other. santi's already shouldering their way through the people, not waiting for taylan to land his eyes on where he points, ❝ sel ! ❞ ( @inlustre )

“ its only 1am . why are you going home ? ” the question is thick and laced with ridicule . in the past , he had only known santi to stay up until the early hours of the morning , sneak into the warehouse , consume half of their liquor and end their nights with stolen cars from the white pine . the person next to him now , feels more like a shadow of the friend he spend all those nights with . reaching into his back pocket , taylan retrieves his phone , and the screen lights up with fifteen missed calls from his father . as santi goes on about a body being found , he swallows thickly , fingers rapidly dialing his twin . “ i know what she's wearing . i'm not fucking blind . ” there's no reason to snap when he's only trying to help , but taylan slips into that headspace of frustration easily , even quicker when his sister is involved . “ she isn't picking up . ”