#seriously what is anatomy

[dyrewrites]

Instead of more editing, I worked on the cover for the naughty novella.

It is still not quite right, mostly because looking for robe references got me porn and that is not what I wanted, but this is at least closer to the idea of the thumbnail sketch.

I'll just...have to redraw the princess again, for the fourth time, because I don't know what I want the damn robe to look like or if it should be open and just barely hiding things or not.

[lilybug-02]

Artfight against @ejsuperstar ft. The Mad King and Chip. They're both so evil. I hope they have the most extravagant downfall of any onscreen villain.

This interaction is based on a little fic writing >:)

[skullfragments]

i see your "thousand eyes and wings" biblically accurate aziraphale and raise you "biblically accurate according to weird ass medieval illuminations" aziraphale (& bonus crowley)

inspired by this illuminated manuscript page depicting the story of adam and eve:

(i'm pretty sure tumblr fucked the quality on these do please click for full size😭)

[lloydfrontera]

this is less me proving a point and more just having a lot of fun doing these asjhdsjas 〜(￣▽￣〜)

now that i really think about it the mint color really clashes with the blue of javier's coat in a,,, not so great way tbh. either the coat should've been a smidge more green tinted or the hair had to be a little more blue. so,,, yeah.

[skitskatdacat63]

I drew all of my historical AU Sebs!!!!

In order they are(with relevant links to lore info if you are curious!!): Napoleonic Hussar Seb(x), Renaissance Muse Seb(x) and Boy King/Emperor Seb(x)

Let me know which you like best!!!

[wawataka]

if you still don’t believe that teru naturally has bad fashion sense i need you to look at this and look me in the eyes and say that again

[silverior968]

Happy late holidays: here's a comic that I totally didn't make just because it grinds my gears to see holly labeled as mistletoe

[Image ID: A digital comic with 10 panels. The first panel depicts two branches of holly strung from the ceiling. The background is green with a red abstract shape to accentuate the holly. There is also a speech bubble which reads "look!". The next panel has Larrikin, a black person with freckles, hazel eyes and curly ginger-and-brown hair tied into a bun with a golden ribbon. Their hair has a single white streak. They are grinning and are wearing a brown sweater, the text of which is not fully visible. They have a speech bubble which reads "It's mistletoe, you know what that means". The text "definitely put it there" is pointed at Larrikin. Opposite them is Anton, a muscular irish-eastern asian man with long, black and gray hair and violet eyes. He has a small scar on his nose and is looking up, mouth slightly open. He is wearing a red turtleneck and a green cardigan. Both of them are cut off at the bicep. The background is green. The next panel has Larrikin looking surprised and Anton pointing up, saying "That's holly". He has a scar on the back of his hand. The background is green. The fourth panel has a red background, and the text "It's a common misconception", along with drawings of holly and mistletoe, with holly being labeled "red berries, spiky leaves" and mistletoe being labeled "white berries, branches". The fifth panel has Larrikin looking embarrassed, rubbing the back of their head, with a speech bubble that reads "Oh of course, I totally knew that" It is now visible that their shirt says "ginger" and has a picture of a bread loaf on it. The background is red. The next panel has a green background and has two mistletoe branches on it, with a speech bubble that reads "this is mistletoe". The next panel has both of them cut off at the thigh, showing that Larrikin is wearing dark brown trousers and Anton is wearing black trousers. The background is green, with a red accent shape. The holly branches are still in place, but Anton is now holding mistletoe, looking away, smiling slightly and blushing. His other hand is in his pocket. Larrikin looks surprised. The next panel has Anton looking surprised as Larrikin grabs his face, the background is red and the motion is accentuated by the text "grab". Larrikin's nails are painted red. The next panel has Larrikin smiling, with a speech bubble that says "You are so silly". The background is green. The last panel has them kissing, both smiling. Anton has one arm around Larrikin's upper back, holding the mistletoe aloft with his other hand. Larrikin has one of their hands on Anton's cheek. The background is red with a green accent shape, and it is now visible that Larrikin's shirt says "gingerbread man" but with the "bread" portion replaced by a loaf of bread. / End ID]

[kb1301]

I need a new Shaxx12 fic! So I guess I have to make it!

This one's going to be about first confessions!

Letting Your Core Out

By the Ironwood Tree, where the afternoon breeze shook its leaves and branches, and where each loose leaf fell with the wind’s aid, there was Max.

He was going to have a discussion… with someone he long loved to be with. With someone he’d pined for and waited for, for so long. A busy and proud man with a knack for boisterous shouts and a heart that exclaimed its golden self. A strong and adamant man that had protected people and destroyed what number of enemies.

He looked onward to the countless buildings and structure of the City from the ledges of the Tower. And in his gaze did he find himself in thought.

He had always believe in finding love, or finding affection and intimacy with the right person. He had that idealism when it comes to relationships, always wanting to find that person for himself. Though of course, his previous relationships from his previous versions had told him much about what to expect when it comes to love. He’d pour out his core, his heart, to completion for the people he gave his care and affection. And what did he get? Pain, mistreatment, abandonment, the extreme highs and the deep lows. He never knew them until Spinner came to help him remember it. It wasn’t his Ghost’s fault, he was the one curious about it.

And so now he had sown his own doubts onto himself. That idealism he long had becoming more dubious as time passed and as he reminisced over what memories he never had nor recently knew. But he still had a glimmer of hope. He’s not the hopeless romantic he was from since then, but the same sentiment kept itself for his current version.

The heavy steps of boots got him out of his pondering, and in facing behind did he see Lord Shaxx, and his core whirred a bit faster.

"You have taken yourself a momentary reprieve, Lord Shaxx?"

Shaxx leaned over the ledge beside him, and so did Max follow suit.

"There are no matches within the Crucible that are in need of my handling as of now. Breaks are rare and few for me and so I came here." Max nodded. "Though of course, you have something to discuss with me, Maximus?" Shit. "You had requested for my attention, so I am here to listen!"

He looked at his helmet, one horn intact and yet glorious. He had wondered what would be underneath it... And how much he'd like to remove it to hold his cheeks and kiss him— No, focus! Muster the truth!

The breeze came once more, and the leaves fell by them. It hadn't bothered him though, too preoccupied with processing the right words and the right feelings. He felt too awkward already, by just being with Shaxx nearby and the conflicting feelings inside him.

"Max, come on! I know you well! Just let it out when you've calmed your thoughts!" Spinner spoke to him through his consciousness, for which he was thankful. Spinner was if not, the closest confidant he had with anyone. The bond of a Guardian and their Ghost was boundless, and Max knew that well. Even through the reboots and memory wipes he faced.

"Maximus?"

"Oh, uh... Yes, I do have something in mind to speak of with you, Lord Shaxx." He's already fidgeting, but he calmed himself down with a short moment of meditation.

"Okay... Lord Shaxx, I must confess something from deep within me. I..." Here goes nothing. "I have developed a burgeoning... and inexplicable affection for you. Not only out of admiration as someone that motivates me even through my failures and shortcomings, but also through what successes I've made with what fireteams I've joined." He said it quietly as passersby, both Guardian and those without the Light, were there and could listen in on them.

"This affection is not... merely platonic. It's... romantic as well. I've grown to be fond of you, and every time I hear your praises or your rousing cheers or concern, it makes my core—my own whirring heart—turn faster."

"Every time I come by your area of the Tower, I always took a glimpse of you, one of longing and yearning... One that I'd never thought to get into again. My life and the previous selves I've had, always were hassled by the whims of something like love and affection. I was a fool of such, treating myself like some blind devotee to someone I placed my affection for. In return I was hurt, and used, and discarded."

He looked downwards, unable to face Shaxx.

"What I am trying to say, Lord Shaxx, is that... I've loved you, and I still do carry those words within me. Even as my idealistic and dreamy interpretations of love have grown dimmer than what it used to be, I kept a certain hope that that love will be actualized. Be realized."

"And so... I confess to you all of this, and the evolved infatuation turning into the love I have for you."

As the words settled into the air, Max felt heavy, squeamish even. The silence had him fearful, had him feeling ashamed of confessing something shitty and pathetic to the man he wanted to love. Fuck me, I guess. Foolish imbecile you are, Maximus.

With that thought impacting him, he had said one last thing.

"I completely apologize Lord Shaxx, that was an inappropriate discussion of mine to hand out to you."

He quickly bowed and tried to scurry away, he was stopped from leaving any further however. The tight grip on his arm, though truly gentle with the fingers sinking onto his robes, had held him back and facing the taller and bigger man in front of him.

"No, Maximus. Don't leave."

Max's optics widened, the bright blue staring at the other's helmet, as if seeing his face behind it. He relented easily, looking down ashamed, and yet patiently curious.

They had stared at the City again, but he could feel Shaxx's gaze on him.

"I... understand the emotions that you have, Guardian. These feelings you have are valid, and I will not fault you on it."

The Exo nodded understandably, at least knowing that Shaxx accepted it was already dissipating some of his more momentary fears.

"I do have my own confession to share, while we have time."

If Max was organic, that would've gotten him choking in shock.

"I am aware of your feelings, Maximus. I know of your candidly shy stares for a while. I know of your reasons to come by my part of the Tower, always trying to talk to me and wanting to learn more about me. I know of your gushes that spread implicitly through your trusted friends. To be frank, it's adorable."

Max's headplates felt warmer than usual.

"The amount of time you've spent beside me, through the talks and even just the proximity of you being there, has grown to me as well. Be it for the Crucible that you loathe going through, and yet you persisted and overcame through, or even making friendly conversations with me where you hid your infatuation under the words, it was all spent well."

"I never had acted upon it though. Too much at stake, and the Crucible is always something that will be under my hands, and hence I am busy. I would not have the time to confide with any such feelings or thoughts if it wasn't for you being such a distraction to me."

"What kind?" Max asked, his spirits slowly lifted with each sentence spoken by Shaxx.

"One that I welcome. One that is rare." Oh. His metal skin felt warmer now, having spread from his head. He could feel his temperature rise.

"Like you, I've grown to... love you too. It was not as instantaneous as you had. I know the way those eyes of yours grew brighter the first time you ever saw me." Oh fuck. "But my own emotions had grown slowly but gradually over time."

"Which leads us to where we are now, Maximus—" The man Shaxx spoke of wasted no time to hug him, enveloping his own arms over his abdomen, not fully enclosing it.

"I... That's all I would want Lord Shaxx..." His voice sounded like a mix of relief, anxiety, excitement, and affection. He dug himself deep onto his armor, as much as his body would allow.

Shaxx hugged him back, embraced him fully. Even leaning down to make it more comfortable for the both of them.

Perhaps they held this embrace for a while... The City they viewed over forgotten, the breeze of the afternoon time blowing over their looser garments.

Max felt this was worth it, and hoped it would continue out to be that way.

[montaigness]

i never posted the full version here. anyways there’s a logical reason for this drawing but i dont care to enlighten anyone so just enjoy it as is

[cleavetheclover]

spicy cyphmen wip go wheeeeeee

[robotsafari]

“you insolent little bitch.”

-ansem, seeker of darkness (he definitely said this)

[puffyartist]

March was a busy month! For one thing, I sat down and came up with my fursona. Keep in mind it is not at all based on any real species, this is pure 'I wanna swipe all the bat shapes that I think are fun'.

[ireonic]

Being an artist and having audhd is so cool because I'm like "oh I have an idea for this piece! I must now dedicate my life to studying post mortem examinations to truly understand how to paint this one painting" (this decision will overwhelm me with information and stress me too much to never complete the painting.)(I will guilt myself over it because I bought ALL those books about one specific thing and now they just sit in my closet)

[135-film]

every time i hear anything art-related on tiktok, i immediately get really like... upset? annoyed? idk. unpleasant feeling because it's literally always "we're making fun of this child/beginner for their anatomy or how they color" or whatever else or pretending that an artists deserve to be treated like a piece of corporate media.

i know tiktok is literally the devil and hell incarnate, but i don't think any artist deserves to be targets of mass harassment especially not people who are just starting out (and even more especially not children).

if tiktok was a thing when i was younger and i was posting my art on there, i would never fucking draw ever again. my art career would've ended after a few months of drawing "seriously," and i really do mean it lol. call me sensitive or whatever, but a 13-15 year old does not need to hear whatever criticism you think they need to hear i promise.

[okeydokeylackey]

"Omg your lighting and rendering is so good"

IT'S JUST A TEXTURED WATERCOLOR BRUSH AND A BILLION LAYERS SET TO THE "ADD" BLENDING MODE, I BEG OF THEE, I KNOW NOT WHAT I'M DOING 😭

[deluludiaz]

nobody :

the slow burn ship that's been developing for literally 84 years :