#procreate spoiled me

[normalbirb]

Krita might have a confusing brush engine, but after testing out csp today i rly do apreciate krita way more.

[lochlot-moved]

this man is fun to draw

[pixlokita]

Drew this at work hahahahsjdbdjdj

[doctorsiren]

thinking about Phoenix Fulwright….😳

[rusty-gloinks]

why does it have. A watermar k.😡

Redraw but I’m not linking the old art post because I’ve learned from from my mistakes😍😍😍

[calvins-creations]

I watched all of dungeon meshi in three days. Uh.

[alackofghosts]

i thought i'd buy some new brushes i'd been eyeing for a while as a treat BUT... i don't like them at all! 😭

[starzwave]

Guys I’m in the Hannibal fandom now

[shikidrawdraw]

[swirlsabyss]

Talloran doodle on a borrowed tablet

Created: May 10, 2023

[xeyeun]

♡ 2-28-23 | ♥️!!! ♡

[sillimancer]

not any time soon but I think I'd like to re-invest in an actual drawing tablet someday. much as I love Procreate I'd really love to draw on a big screen again. also I hate Apple. like a lot. a lot a lot.

[its-raining-here]

lost my apple pencil :')

[dollwrites]

— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high ( or, dizzy ) and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. if there’s no indication by the request, you can assume that the fic is nsfw + probably dark-leaning, if not blatantly dark. noncon, dub con, and other triggering content may be present, read with caution ( enjoy your experience <3 )

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Tartaglia was panting in your ear. repeating the affirmation in weak, happy moans, his breath hot waves crashing against the shell, sending your hair to stand on end. listening to him mewl for you was almost as fun as watching him chase the high that hides in your core. so, you didn’t mind too much that he was hiding his face from you. the face that you knew was screwed into a look of pure nirvana, and tinted rosy across his cheeks and his nose. “You feel so good, you feel damn good. I’m losing it in here, cutie. F-fucking losing it.”

another couple of deep, hard thrusts into you, sending your back arching off the bed and your eyes rolling back, and you knew what he meant. you could feel it— his neediness— in the force behind his fucking, and the depths that his base instinct yearns to reach, that he was close. beyond that, his cock was twitchy, the pink tip painfully swollen as it jabs at your spongy nerves.

he was about to cum.

“Ch—“ you hardly find a gulp of air, but it’s stolen almost as soon as you swallow, fucked out of you. “Childe!” your body reacts to his mercilessness. your cunt clamps down tighter around him, and your ankles lock against his lower back, spurring his body closer to yours, as if begging him to breed you.

“Feel that,” Tartaglia grunts, his thin brows stitching closer, his teeth grinding against each other like he was keeping the urge to bite your neck at bay, “feel you right now. My cute, little vice—“ one of your hands jerks at his ginger roots, nails scraping his scalp, while the other claws at the bed below, desperate to chip away that the immense pleasure building with each time his hips slammed into yours, now. “I’m going to cum, and this little pussy starts hugging me tighter. What’s the matter, cutie? Don’t want me to pull out? Finally going to let me put a baby in you?”

it was only mildly humiliating. after weeks, nay— months— of his incessant want to procreate and your vehement protest, you were weak to the prospect. maybe he’d worn you down, or you were swept too far out into a sea of ecstasy to care about the consequences, the reason didn’t really matter. your eyes struggle to stay open, your breathy heavy and ragged as you try to wet your whistle enough to speak without it sounding needy and raspy. it does, anyways. “D-don’t talk about it, just— d-do it!”

his forearms sneak beneath your body, cross-crossing against your back to jerk you upwards and to his chest, cradling you like a precious treasure, but the caress was merely a means to an end— to capture you in a position where he held all the power, and keep you there. “That’s a good girl,” he swooned, ignoring your plea to not humiliate you further. with his face buried in your neck, the sweat clinging to your roots stuck your hair to his face, and his lips dragged and smeared over your hot skin, teeth grazing your pulse point as he speaks, “being such a pretty, little baby oven for me, so warm and inviting.” Tartaglia growls for a moment, a harsh rumbling as he’s nearly crossing the finishing line. “This is going to be a big one, haaa… I’m going to fill you up, that okay, cutie?”

heavens, was it ever.

you nod, now groping his fiery tendrils with both fists. each lock was slick with sweat and slid through your fingers, but you grappled constantly stimulating him further with the rough treatment.

he gurgles out a happy moan in the back of your throat. “Good cutie,” he whispers, “You want to give me lots of sons and daughters to spoil, I can tell. You’re so desperate to have my babies. And believe me— I am so fucking desperate to give them to you. Hold extra still, baby girl, here it comes!”

[spockandawe]

Oh man. Guys, I'm obsessed with 'I Became A God In A Horror Game.' I'm so into it that I'm having trouble catching up to the translation, because I'm so tense with the stakes and afraid for it to be over. Honestly, I opened it expecting some mindless power leveling fun, and instead it's just STUFFED with layers and memorable imagery, all with a protagonist with such a fun personality to fit into one of these infinite flow plots. And an INCREDIBLY aesthetic love interest, my god.

Now, the question of how to pitch this book without spoiling it is something I've been wrestling with, without a good answer. The plot is essentially that Bai Liu is a laid off horror video game developer, and when he stops caring about life or death as a result, he enters the game world, where competitors enter horror video game scenarios and fight to win, or just survive. Bai Liu's job gives him an edge, and his calculating, risk tolerant personality gives him more! The love interest makes an appearance in the first of these scenarios, a game that's almost a cross between shadow over innsmouth and the weeping angels, and at first I worried he would be... an accessory to the plot, not really linked to the STORY. I was extremely wrong! But it's hard to say more, and around 140 chapters in, I started losing my MIND for reasons I definitely won't spoil.

But BOY is it fun to draw art for him. I thought about finishing the rose arc to see if there were any more references I could fit in, but I think that would be pushing it with teeny details in the low light, hahaha. I've got to have that pieta, that's very obvious, and the siren king is here. The state of their bodies could be more of a focus in a different piece of art, but I'm still adapting to procreate, and I already had a concept here. The doll was a must, I realized that the scattered pages were PERFECT to fill the water below, and the last little detail that occurred to me was to fit a hint of fire into their reflections below. This was very fun! If this is what entices me to draw again, oh boy, expect to see more of it. And read this book, it's so, so good!!

[alkhemeya]

That moment when your IPad is currently in repair so you have to pull out SAMSUNG NOTES.

It's been 5 years since I've used my fingers like this, and it shows. Procreate spoiled me man.

Anyways, Mr. Jonathan/Johnathan Sims, in my mind. Yes, it's a sketch, but it's been 5 years since I've drawn with my fingers.

The moment my IPad is fixed, I will post an actual drawing of him in my head.