#small blood

[windmills123]

sabitsuki gaming !!

[slaughter-tapes]

bugs

proud of this one fellas

[beeanarchicsart]

tw: very small blood (unrealistic)

Redesign of the warriors into the wild cover. It’s pretty stylized but I like it.

[saltyermilk]

Slight blood warning

[frankbeetle]

context: twiddler server headcannon that edward bites harvey randomly

[bisonwares]

TRANSFORM JACKET IS NOW LIVE ON KICKSTARTER 🌑🩸

Weathered black denim jacket lined with Sherpa includes:

X2 Breast pockets

X2 Lower hand pockets

X1 Interior hidden breast pocket

X12 snap buttons

Embroidered details

XS-6XL sizing💕

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[myewt]

identity

[hornyharpy]

wife material

[chausie9]

I finally finished Silt Verses Q~Q (emotional damage)

Tried to figure out how I want her to look like more precisely, I think the one in a black coat matches the best??

AH ALSO! I'm running out of ideas on what to draw If you want you can ask me to draw sth... If you want👉👈 (not nsfw tho plz hehe)

So here's some Carpenter sketches and.. that.. thing.... I love how awful that line is ( I suck at drawing comercials my art style's too messy)

[someonehasgiventheratsapen]

Corruption chuuya because I love him.

I,,,, kinda went even crazier than usual with the coloring for this one,,,

Realized after drawing this that dazai saying "be normal" is kinda ironic

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The dog days are over.

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[strangeaxel]

SELFIE WITH THE BESTIE!!22!!1!!

I'm going to a convention with [someone i used to know xd] as Eyelessjack and Jeff the killer so i thought i could draw them together!

Im using my custom JPG brushes more often jsjjs i love the look tbh-

I don't have the speedpaint but i have some screenshots here of the process :)

[talesfromthecrypts]

Ganja & Hess (1973) dir. Bill Gunn

[isatohlee]

Solace

Song: Hijo Del Corazón

@c-lunette

[starry-bi-sky]

Jack Fenton was a round kid. Jack Fenton was a round kid with big blue eyes and a pudgy face and a brilliant smile, with a big laugh loud enough to rattle your bones. He was a stocky kid, big and tough and strong as an ox. He was the champion wrestler at his high school. Then he grew up, and he's still big, and broad, with a square jaw and straight black hair. He can lift both of his kids with one arm and lift his wife with the other. His smile remains brilliant, he has eyes like the open ocean.

Maddie Fenton was a willowy kid. Maddie Fenton was a willowy kid with bright eyes and a round face and a mind sharp like a scalpel, with a smile that could convince anyone to do anything. She was a tough kid, thin and lanky and strong like bamboo. She was top of her martial arts class by the time she was twelve. Then she grew up, and she's still brilliant, and she's no longer willowy, with a pointed chin and eyes that look purple in the dim light.

Jazz Fenton was a thin kid. Jazz Fenton was a thin kid with bright teal eyes and a soft face and a mind like a rabbit's, with a silk-hiding-steel voice that could sink into your bones. She was a bright kid, social and bookish and brilliant. She jumps from interest to interest like they're lilypads, soaking in everything that catches her eyes. She wants to be a doctor, then a therapist, then a teacher. She's growing up.

Danny is.

Danny is...

Danny is a small kid. Danny is a small kid with pale skin and a chubby face and eyes that are neither round nor blue like the open ocean, with a quiet voice that sounds like the wind whistling through the trees. He is a quiet kid, shy and skittish and hiding. He has eyes like a lamb; big and sweet, and they will swallow you whole. His eyes are blue like a glacier, and they see right through you, curtained with dark, wet lashes. His hair is black like an oil spill, black like raven feathers.

Danny is a watchful kid. Staring and watching, silent. Observing. He stares at the stars, as his parents work, at the neighbor across the street as he tinkers with his motorcycle in his driveway. In a house full of suns, there must be a shadow. In a city covered in sunlight, the dark always goes somewhere.

Danny is an outcast kid. He is an ink blot on a white page. He is a dark storm cloud over an open field. The looming shadow behind the trees. He is young and sweet and scary, with gentle fingers that are slender and long. His laugh is neither big nor does it rattle your bones, and his mind is not quick like a rabbit's nor is it sharp like a scalpel. His mind is radiant, the nail catching on the loose thread and unraveling it all in meticulous precision, and his laugh is soft and warm and it seeps into the soil like rainwater, soothing the ground.

Danny is a kid with a face like a stone statue; sharp and cold and pale, smooth and tall and cutting. With hair black like the night, that wisps and curls behind his ears and at his neck, swooping in his swallow eyes. He squints in the light as if his eyes will never get used to it, if you listen to his heart you can hear it bleeding.

Amity Park is a city with a blue sky and white clouds and a bright sun, a postcard come to life. Pretty and safe, full of normal people and normal jobs and normal parks and normal schools and normal children. In a world of heroes and powers and magic and aliens, Amity Park is a place that your eyes slide right over.

Amity Park is not made for a child like Danny Fenton, and Danny Fenton is not made for a place like Amity Park.

[bisonwares]

24 HOURS LEFT ON KICKSTARTER

This is it, the final push! With 24 hours left on kickstarter the project has unlocked it's final goal!

Thank you again for the overwhelming support on this project, it's unreal. I love you guys 💕

Go check out the stretch goals that are unlocked!

And happy Trans Day of Visibility ❤️🏳️‍⚧️

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