#ok enjoy

[shivroy]

roman also (oil painting with a digital finish)

[will-bonna]

moar artispear plz,,

she doesn’t understand why spearm won’t eat it

[jwisun]

chenle x gn!reader brainrot texts enjoy

[b1nkee]

Zana Saunaaaa ^-^ !!

The zana brainworms pushed these out of me in 5 hours. Drew like I was possessed. Unsure if I have any brain left, might just be worms.

vers. without steam vv

I love doing things and then thinking about zana doing the exact same things but w them it’s all cute and romantic because they’re in love aweeeee

tbh I dont think zane would like spa trips (esp not the sauna) but I think he would put up with it for her, thoughhhhhh he def enjoys being there with her

Closeups:

I deffo headcanon zane w a lot more beauty marks all over his body but I haven’t decided where so only one made it here

Also hoping nanas hair reads as pink and not red. It looks pretty red but I think It would under orange light so hopefully it reads as pink still

[deoidesign]

Adam's turn... <3

I really like doing portraits like this... if they didn't take so long I'd do them way more

[abiteofhoney]

Draves

here’s a quick little 1.5k of Magdalena escaping into Dravenhill, home of the Draves

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Magdalena follows the stench, no matter how much it burns her nose and makes her eyes water. She continues towards it, because she knows it’s her best chance at safety.

Magdalena knows about the Draves – everyone does. She’s never seen one in person, of course, but she doubts that there’s a person, vampire, devilspawn, or other that doesn’t know about the Draves. They learned about them in school – the strange, inhuman creatures that live in the swamps of Dravenhill, the creatures with eyes on their chests and heads that are mouths, long arms and fingers that will capture you faster than you can blink. They’re spindly beings and look brittle enough to snap with a strong wind, but they’re stronger than the earth itself.

No one dares bother the Draves, secluded to their own swampy paradise. Not even the hell-powered devilspawns mess with the Draves, but Magdalena heads straight towards them, fearing that they might be her only chance at survival now.

Her body aches, all the breaks and bruises and cuts. They’ve had her for so long, though she can’t actually be sure exactly how long it’s been. Months, at least. How many months is the question she doesn’t have the answer to. Time started to blend together while she was with them, days turning into weeks into months, kept in a dark room so that she could never see what time it was.

But she started to figure it out. They had a pattern. The vampires keeping her would disappear for hours at a time, and she figured that was when they were sleeping. During daylight. That seemed like her best option. To escape while they were sleeping, while she could use the sun to her advantage.

It’s evening now, and she doesn’t have much light left to keep her safe, and she’s hoping that she makes it to Dravenhill before she’s found.

She’s close, she has to be. With every step, she sinks into the moist earth, and it moves under her as if it’s just a few inches of land between her and a sea of water. Moss covers almost every surface, suffocating the rocks and climbing up the trees, and the only animals she can see are buzzing in front of her face, though she’s sure there’s more she can’t see, watching from the murky waters and lush green all around her.

Ahead, through the scattering of thin-trunked trees, she can see the body of water that separates Dravenhill from the rest of civilization, just a small swampy bog that overflows into a small valley, a stagnant river that Magdalena dreads to have to cross. But whatever might be in the algae-covered water can’t be much worse than the vampires and devilspawn behind her, so she takes the risk and charges ahead.

The water is strangely warm as she wades into it, a contrast to the chilly autumn the rest of the world is experiencing; the muggy, summer heat is a constant in the Dravenhill swamps, even when winter is just on the other side of the river.

Magdalena was once told that magic lives in the Dravenhill waters, and as she wades through them, she’s inclined to believe it. At least, she’d rather imagine it’s the magic poking and prodding at her legs, grabbing for her ankles under the surface, rather than the spindly fingers it feels like.

Thankfully, the water gets no deeper than her hips before she’s coming back up the other side, touched but unharmed by whatever lurks under the surface. But as soon as she steps out of the water and onto the unstable, semi-liquid land, a small crowd of creatures rise out of the bog in front of her.

Maybe small is the wrong word. There’s only three of the creatures, but they stand at nearly double her height, towering over her with their hunched backs and too-long arms. Their sickly blue-green skin clings to their bones and muscles, seemingly not even an ounce of fat to soften the details of their insides. They look just as weak and brittle as it’d been described in the textbooks, but Magdalena knows that they still possess imaginable strength in their twig sized arms and legs.

But she shudders as her gaze rises to their faces. Their faces, wide yellow eyes sunken into their chests, just below their collarbones. They blink at her and their slits-for-nostrils flare wider as they sniff the air.

A little further up and her gaze finds their heads – their mouths. Where a face should normally be, there’s only a mouth that yawns open, a long tongue dripping saliva to taste whatever's in the air, and three rows of sharp, sharp teeth on both the top and bottom of their massive maws.

Of the three in front of Magdalena, the one in the middle steps forward and peers at her with its glowing yellow chest-eyes. Its head cocks to the side, eyes turning curious yet cautious.

“Please, I need help,” Magdalena begs, holding out her arms to show the bleeding cuts and bruises. The stench of rot and decay assaults her senses and settles on her tongue when she opens her mouth, threatening to gag her, but she pushes on, not even sure if the creatures can understand her, but hoping they do. “I - I’ve been held and beaten by - by some vampires. I just escaped.” She points back the way she came, towards the bunker hidden amongst the thick forest that she just barely found her way out of.

A long wrinkled hand snaps out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her a step forward, bony spine curling to bend over her so that it can examine her wounds. She doesn’t fight as it drags her further into the land, which becomes only a fraction more solid as they venture towards the center of the small island, and as the ground becomes more sturdy, more looming Draves makes themselves known, slinking out of the muck to watch her be paraded by, some of them joining the line that follows her.

And out of the muck rises homes made of mud and stone and twigs, small structures just large enough to house one or two of the creatures comfortably, and they blend in with the natural world around them. The island almost looks empty at first glance until one notices the odd creatures watching them from the swampy waters.

Magdalena attempts to avoid the sunken, watery spots and the bloated carcasses littered about, but that’s hard to do as she’s guided by the creature gripping her arm. The Draves are oddly silent around her, no noise but the insects in the air, the ungodly amount of flies festering in the rot. Can they even speak with those tooth-filled mouths of theirs? Is there a voice box in their lengthy necks?

She’s led into one of the huts, joined only by the Drave holding onto her and one other. It guides her to sit on a tree stump, larger than the trees that grow in the swamp, but rooted into the ground as if it belongs. Watched by the other, the first Drave digs its hand straight into the watery ground, coming out with a fist full of moss and algae and dirt, green water dripping from between its fingers. It brandishes the hunk of wet earth at her and then slaps it onto her arm, patting it into her open wounds.

Though she’s unsure about the practice, she lets them do as they please and doesn’t try to run or fight. They’re not hurting her, which is already leagues better than the vampires she was just with. In fact, it feels like they’re doing the opposite of hurting her.

Where the muck is packed into her wounds, her skin starts to tingle, muscles underneath stretching and tightening in response to whatever it's doing to her. Maybe there really is magic in the swampy waters, because she can feel it. Either that, or some parasites are currently eating her flesh. It’s hard to tell which, and she’s not really sure that she cares which it is, either.

As long as she’s not being tortured anymore.

The Drave continues to rub handfuls of the ground under them into her wounds, everywhere she’s hurt. The second joins in to help and they work in silence until Magdalena is nearly covered from head to toe in moss and mud, every scratch and bruise buried.

Once they’re done, the Draves take a step back from her, gesturing vaguely at her with their wiry hands and then at a corner of the hut where a bed of grasses and leaves stuffed inside of a bear hide lies. And then they just leave her there. No other gestures, no words or noises or anything else, they just turn and leave her to her own.

Magdalena, not caring much about what happens to her, lies down on the makeshift bed, and surprisingly, nothing happens to her. She actually gets some uninterrupted rest, and when she wakes again, her wounds underneath the muck hurt a lot less than they did.

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[dailyniallnews]

Stockholm Syndrome | Manchester N2

[justanotherjaydrawing]

It it is summer where I live, it was like 36 degrees today, but I can dream of snow. Atsumu, please go inside, standing shirtless in the snow is a bad idea, even I know that. anyway, enjoy a mildly moody Atsumu because I am tired.

[cloudyskiiees]

WAH I did it. I took the idea of making Noah get musical powers into a fanfic. I just posted the first chapter and I am beyond excited. Its an Alenoah centered fic, with some sprinkles of other ships as well. Here is the link if anyone is interested, support of any kind is greatly appreciated. THANK YOU AND I HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY!!!!

[babystrcandy]

did we get any tlo new chapter spoilers yet?🤔

Tlo pt 4 spoils below……

I think this is all I can give without spoiling the entire chapter 🤭 it’s a big one and it hurts all the way through

[randomwords247]

Video link to my latest speedpaint!!!

I know videos have slowed down a bit more since I've been back at university, and I swear I'm working on a halloween video which I'm HOPING to get done in time to post on halloween, but for now I hope you enjoy this speedpaint!

I've been meaning to do more speedpaints and have like a lot of different recordings of artworks I just... Haven't ended up finishing yet. But gosh darn I didn't realise it'd been TWO YEARS already since the last one. My bad guys

Either way I hope you enjoy! Again I am HOPING to get the next video out for halloween, but I do also have some uni deadlines around halloween so depending on how quick I can finish them, the video might be a smidge late (but I really hope that is Not the case)

Enjoy! :D

[teensuicide]

a quick clip of "july 5th" off their self titled album, unfortunately my camera kept dying so i had no other choice but to salvage what i could lol.

[incredubious]

MODERN AU ACESAN !!!! first impressions with a guy who barely passes the No Shoes No Shirt No Service rule

[katsinspats]

Thematically appropriate comic for Make a Terrible Comic Day!!

I saw the original post this morning and it made me get out of bed to make something, so thank u Pseudonym Jones mission accomplished

[the-meme-monarch]

thought ‘what if the vintage skins were more in line with actual 1930’s cartoons design sensibilities’ and promptly went mental. plus a bonus two-tone dandy ! since he’s not playable and all

so some things i learned as i was doing this:

-solo cups were not invented until the 70s, so scraps has a tin can as part of her tail instead

-hoodies WERE invented in the 30s but were generally worn by warehouse workers bc of the cold. they didn’t get worn by the general public until the 70s, so toodles and cosmo are Not wearing them

-leg warmers were invented in the 40s but also didn’t get popular until the 70s so glisten’s legs get to be naked. sad !

-GASHAPONS WEREN’T INVENTED UNTIL THE 60s. GIGI SHOULDN’T EVEN EXIST HERE. BUT I DIDN’T FIND THAT OUT UNTIL I WAS DONE DRAWING ALL THIS. OOPS !!!

other than that it was just a lot of ‘put gloves and/or shoes and/or pants on them. sometimes noses’

under the cut is All of them together and then also the sketch :]