#leftovers ship

[thegroovyskull]

Ocs

Xavier ( owned by my friend sleazypunk ) and Sylvia 😻

[chloesimaginationthings]

Will you sell The stickers outside The patreon???

Maybe in a year or so from now if I have any leftovers!! But to guarantee you’ll get these stickers it’s better to join the Patreon ^^

I plan on eventually making some FNAF merch that is for my shop though!

[bytebun]

my piece for @thecodywanzine! thanks to the mods who let me go completely ham and cheese on this bad boy. this one's about living longer than you ever expected and not knowing what to do with it

[timethehobo]

Some extra goodies for the folks who preordered my BG3 charms. The card is a bonus for folks for bought Zevlors hehe.

We couldn’t have him in-game as a companion, so we’ll have him on-hand.

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

[jakekazansky]

A little snippet of a juvenile delinquent Jake au fic I’m working on

“Which one of you kids have a cyclone and red heart emoji for a contact name for someone on your phone” Ice asked, mentally shrugging as he placed his phone atop the ringing one.

The daggers looked around at each other before spotting Jake and Javy having a stare off.

“Coyote and Hangman, which one of you is it?” Mav implored, looking heavenwards as he spoke. “You two use the most emojis I’ve ever seen someone use while texting.”

Javy shot a look at the blonde who once again partially raised his hand sheepishly.

[deckitout]

💜DRAGON AGE THE VEILGUARD💜 keychains + stickers are on my https://www.etsy.com/shop/deckthisout portraits and egg are new! please share <3

[masasei]

my twst charms for anime north !! come find me at table 152 for a ton of twst things ha ha ha

[puowei]

Would anyone be interested in portrait commissions like these?

Or...my TWST merch:

[britcision]

So I’m doing a bunch of little things I’m calling After Dinner Mints for post final fight Dungeon Meshi (cuz the goal is they’ll be short and sweet) but

It just hit me

Kabru went and kicked Mithrun’s ass into gear after having his last desire removed and not thinking there was anything else to do with his life now

Kabru

Kabru whose whole teen and adult life was about finding a way to get rid of all of the dungeons forever so Utaya couldn’t happen again

Which

Y’know

They just did that

And if Kabru even thinks “well shit what do I do with my life now” Mithrun’s gonna hone in on him like a shark and beat his ass like he did after the “the world is ending and it’s all my fault” soliloquy

Sooooo that might be a slightly longer thing

[thegroovyskull]

leftovers art ( oc ship )

Plus

[annaccident]

shes my daughter actually (hasnt played engage (yet))

[bleue-flora]

Yo! Just noticed it’s the anniversary of when I finished my second fanfic Dreamcatcher, which is the work I actually started to lean into writing fanfiction (since my first work I really just wrote for myself before being encouraged to share it).

So, in honor of that, here is some of the original second nightmare which was actually written from Dream’s pov before I ended up changing it to Punz’s.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Referenced Torture, Blood, Death, Injuries, Profanity.

Dream is wet and panting, in a puddle of watery red flowing into an equally crimson pond to his side, where the non diluted liquid gets thicker.

There’s white fur stuck in it as the body of a dog, slashed to bits lies there next to him. Both sitting in the despairing silence of the box.

Tears form in the corners of his eyes and his vision gets blurry, but he doesn’t let them fall. He just exhales.

Why does everything die around him? Why does everything he dare to care a smidge about get taken from him?

As if to follow his thoughts, the white turns to black. The fluffy bloodied dog shifts into a cat that’s long since stopped breathing. Dream turns his head, and faintly smirks at the sight of the additional body sprawled out on the floor next to him.

He mutters to the corpse under his breath, rolling his eyes, “To be fair, you were being a bitch. Like don’t blame me, you know you d—deserved it… I mean I lasted like—how long before beating your head in? That’s pretty impressive—pretty fucking impressive, you know.”

Tommy’s body doesn’t respond, just stays there, unmoving and uncharacteristically quiet. His face swollen and bruised, not unlike the innocent cat he beat to death.

Then his body evaporates and Dream finds himself in a new room, accented with black walls and bedrock. It’s detail is perfectly ominous like he wanted.

He’s kneeling, unguarded by armor with an audience of people surrounding him. His heart beats rapidly threatening to burst out of his chest at the danger. But he ignores it.

Indignant, Tommy rips off the mask that always covers his face. Exposing his pale skin to the cool air and the venomously judging faces.

Despite the frustration at his denial of privacy, he doesn’t so much as dignify it with a flinch. It was expected. He was ready. He’s not about to show weakness in front of a crowd.

They are silent as the axe lands, and lands again before lady death finally embraces him.

They are silent as the sword finds its place in his chest and he falls to the ground, bleeding out into the cold stone beneath him.

It’s ok. He knew this would happen. It was expected, it was planned. He didn’t know they’d kill him twice, but it’s fine.

On one life, he makes his way back down with sharp pain running through his veins. Somehow it seems duller than the pain in the prison cell, though it can’t have been less excruciating.

Tommy once again stands above him savagely firing arrows away. As they pierce his flesh and bone, he searches the cold faces around him and listens intently, hoping to hear one sound of objection to his approaching final death.

Surely, someone will say something, right? Surely, someone will oppose his final death, right? Surely, they woundn’t let Tommy kill him off in cold blood. Would they?

But there’s nothing from them. Absolutely nothing. Standing there, dripping in blood, he feels his heart entirely disintegrate into nothing. Leaving only a hollow emptiness in its wake.

Then suddenly he’s freezing from more than just death and despondency. He’s surrounded by ice. Their pillars, tall and sharp, casting the land in a pointed terrain. Despite the bone chilling air and his frozen insides, he stands, planted to the ground, looking at a sign pinned to the glacier. The wood marking the death of his parrot that travelled so far only to die there.

A deep sigh is released from his lungs and the scene smears into broad strokes of colors. Until a well known bleak room encases him in lava and obsidian again.

Sitting there with nothing but the annoying sounds of the prison to keep him company, he wonders if he’s always destined to lose everything. Was it always going to end up like this? Was he always going to end up alone?

[windydrawallday]

POSSESSION

I can finally show the full piece I did for the @primitivebeastszine ! In contrast to the other piece for another zine I showed months ago, I up to eleven the scratchy rendering trying to blend it with the photography collage under it! I think it suits perfectly the frizzled feeling of our poor Waspy being struck by the freaky spark force of someone as chaotical as Starscream x'D. This was A LOT OF WORK! The only elements that are mirrored are Screamer's ghost face and the wings, but the rest is done all from scratch, and the textures and photos were properly adjusted to work together: only on Waspinator's body, there's a total of 50 individual layers of elements!!!.

Under the cut, I will leave more details of the process for the ones curious x3

… no doubt why my software crashed multiple times LMAO so I ended up separating it into two files, the background collage and character collage, put them all in flats, and then worked over them more comfortably.

And them both with EXTRA EFFECTS AND LAYERS AND LAYERS OF FILTERS ksdjhfkjshdf

With two fanzine artworks under my belt, I can say I'm satisfied with my yearly contribution to crazy experimentations for the enjoyment of a community of creatives as cool as this one 💚.

[chrisrin]

i got some spare charms up for grabs, selling them for $8 each + whatever shipping will cost! (i'm doing this manually, not with a storefront yet, so i won't be able to tell you shipping costs till later but i'm shipping out of the U.S to give context. if you're international, it might be more expensive)

if you're interested, it's first-come-first-serve for claims in my DMs!

update: standard sollux and both roses have been claimed!

[blueskittlesart]

well that's a wrap on zine preorders folks! now i have a spreadsheet of almost 200 names to terrify me for the next month as i actually start the production process