#specks of light

[frozcnlight]

She has frozen butter and is not afraid to throw it at somebody's head!

[ink-the-artist]

I love your artwork so much! Your colors are so vibrant and none of the white speckles in the paper ever shows, its so impressive and I really dig it! I was wondering if you use any sort of blending medium? Like baby oil or anything? Either way, I really enjoy looking at your artwork and I'm always excited to see whatever you'll make next

I use a colorless blender (prismacolor, which is wax-based so baby oil probably wouldnt work) but my scanner is also rly bad about picking up white specks in a way photographing the art with my phone isnt, so I usually have to do some digital editing to get rid of them as well.

I do this by duplicating the layer, setting the one on top to "darken," and using the mixer brush to blend out the white spots + just use the eyedropper tool to select the color of that area (needs to be a slightly lighter shade of it) and color over the white spots with the brush tool

i edited a small bit of the original scan to show what i mean

original:

with the edited layer:

heres how it looks set to normal instead of darken, I used both the mixing brush and regular brush just to demo it

[r-aindr0p]

pov : you open the fridge for your 2AM snack

I want to actually spend time on at least one drawing and color/render it alongside the small shitpost, so here's the wip hehee (mostly trying to convince myself I am able to draw Rollo correctly and remind myself I can draw decently sometimes eeeee)

[brilliantfantasticgeronimo]

btw anyone else seeing 👀👀👀 this?

compare for urselfves ->

gifset of the scene

[geminison]

but I’m sick of spending these lonely nights training myself not to care

[i-am-a-fan]

The best thing about the traffic light trio is that to me

Mei and Redson are stem/ engineers who have learned vast amounts of science, mathematics, and literature. With either one going to grad school.

To me? Mk is a college kid drop out.

Did he do his best? Always. Did he try to go for a stem degree? Mhm. Did he realize that he’d rather work under pigsy until he can save up enough money to go to art school? Yes.

So now most normal conversations are like:

Mei: I really wish i still remembered how to find the acid content using normal filtration devices. I need to check if i need to take my cycle to the shop…

Redson: Have you tried using a small amount and reacting it with a strong base? I have some old beakers lying around if you need them.

Mk:… Have you guys tried to imagine what a new color would look like?

and both Mei and Redson take this question so. so seriously. like. to the point where Mk has to step out of the room because they get into a heated debate about shrimp colors.

[cyten0]

A Symphony in Crimson

Act 1: A Movement in Black

Chapter 18

...The melody of your domain echoes in this house. A symphony of death. Of darkness. You sing it’s notes. Wave your hands to conduct your orchestra of despairs. A blade for your baton. A grand performance, for but one monster of a man.

You hope he's enjoying the show. That little piece within him will ensure he can hear it. But you will not have him dance, oh no. One does not have the audience perform. And besides. It is only fair, that one so devoted to his goals gets the chance to fight for them.

Not that his pitiful screams could drown out the many voices of your song. The hundreds of sadnesses. The thousands of wishes. The dead clawing away from within you.

You could have gone straight to him once you hit the third floor. Claw through that brricade with your bare hands. But. You have time. You’ll let your performers do that for you. Their blank masks stare at you. But do not move against your desires. Good.

Your family is still fresh in your mind. Will they ever forgive you? Will anyone? Did you at least… make them happy, before? Was the time before… worth this? Worth you existing? Worth what you’ve done?

...

You could use some more strength. You grab a performer, and meld it’s body into your own. Much better then simply eating it, with how firmly rooted you are in it's flesh. You move on. To the statue of the change god.

You hold the photo in your hands. Look at the monstrous visage in front of you… A human body, dangling from a monstrous form like a lure… You want to keep this human part intact.

If you will die like this, you want your corpse to show who you lived as. Even if it’s not your face to have. It’s the face of the part that matters. The one who should have lived.

You swear you can still see your family, even now. But it’s just the madness taking you. The desperation. They wouldn’t come for a monster. Wouldn’t risk life and limb to enter your personal hell. You made sure of that.

But you can’t even bring yourself to swat away the illusions. To even think of touching them. Any part of you that even touches the phantoms, that even humors the idea can just die. You won’t have it.

Pathetic, really. All of this for them. Because even if you are unlovable, you love them.

...

The statue of the change god stands before you... The one being that knew from the start. That had no vested interest in caring. Do they still care? After what you've let yourself become?

… You wait. And get nothing. But… You feel a light breeze from it. Something calming.

… Hah. Right... You suppose you don’t need a dagger this time, do you?...

Enough waiting… It’s time you ended this.

>>>

The music rises, as you enter the room.

♔ “Ohhhh…. So you are the source of that twisted song….”

✦ “… Do you know who I am?”

♔ “…. I think….. I know WHAT you are…..”

✦ “Vaugarde has wished for a savior. I have been chosen to enact that will… My repentance…”

♔ “….........Hah……......... Such twisted humor, the universe has……....”

✦ “Know this. I plan to die here, one way or another. So even should you fail… Vaugarde will be safe.”

♔ “…........... Bright one...............… I do not trust that so easily…....... So....... I can’t afford to hold back, Can I?”

You nod.

And you strike.

The king defends themselves much better then that one time. They're cautious. On their guard. Good. It would be a waste of a performance if this was too easy.

Attack. Dodge. Attack. Evade. Move. Grab, Throw. Charge. Bite. Evaded? Hurt. Dodge. Attack.

They strike your heart. No, that’s not how the song goes. Sugar. 《. Return to the Chorus.

You keep going. Whittle them down. This fight is a familiar rhythm, even with the instruments changed.

♔ “………...You’ve fought me before, haven't you bright one?…............... So, that is the form of Vaugarde’s wish?…............ Time bends for you too……….. I wonder if I can even kill you?”

They’re catching on. Yet they seem determined. You’d best be quick, before they change their cadence.

The Orchestra sings in harmony. You drain their strength to fuel your crescendo.

Attack, Attack, Attack. Hurt, heal. Attack, Attack, Attack.

♔ “ENOUGH”

The king slams you across the room.

♔ “I cannot afford to let you win…….....… Even if you speak the truth, even if you fight for Vaugarde…......…. I must kill you…… For what you have done!!!!”

The king attacks. Dodge. Dodge. Grabbed? Hurt. Hurt.

Sugar, 《, Return to Chorus.

♔ “Ah…............ that smell…............. I just planned to kill you........... Quite frustrating, your power..........……. I suppose that means I was right. I will have to get…..... creative….....”

They're studying. Not good. You need to be faster. You fill your body with craft.

You keep attacking. Grab. Pin. Tear. His arm is gone. Pushed back. Attack. Dodged?

You are blasted against the wall, and rise to attack again. The king starts channeling craft.

Slowed? You feel tired. Keep going.

Attack

Slowed. Hard to move. Keep. Going.

...Attack

Slowed…. Hard to feel….. Keep…. Going…..

……….

Slowed…………. Can’t………..

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………

…………………………………………………………………………………………………..

.........................................................

...You. Are trapped. A small little box. The walls are clear, but only darkness lives outside. You’re alone. And this space is so small. Even as the walls stay still, it’s like they're closing in. Suffocating.

People? They move outside. You see their movement in the shadows. Friends, family! You want to be out. You want to be out!

“Yes. Let’s get out”✦

What? No! It’ll hurt them! You can’t let it out! You can’t let it out! But it’s stuck here with you. Latched on. You can’t get out without it getting out!

It eats at you, wanting to force your hand! You feel it gnawing at your insides, screaming at you, drowning out your voice, But you can’t let it! You want them, but you can’t! You…

“...Frin” ✿

A shadow outside draws close. It’s Bonnie? Bonnie! Help me Bon-

Their eyes are gone. Their every orifice is pouring blood. Their body is mangled.

“… Why did you do it, frin? Why did you kill me?” ✿

Nonononononononono!!!!! You didn’t you didn’t!!!

“I was so scared. I tried to get out. But you didn’t let me…” ✿

“You said you’d die to protect me. But as soon as you tasted me, you stopped bothering.” ✿

“How could you Frin? HOW COULD YOU?!?” ✿

No!!! You tried, you tried you-

You have to get away, you have to! But there’s nowhere to go! You start clawing, trying to reach up!

“You're a murderer. You can’t be trusted to live. You’ll kill us all.” ◆

Not Odile now! No! You can’t!!! The walls are covered in claw marks, but you can’t get up!

“You wanted the home you deprived of so many. Do you really think any of us would care for you after what you did? Just because you wanted better? Do you think that will fix things?” ◆

“That you would risk our lives for such selfish reasons... Would you really add us to the bodies in your wake?” ◆

Nonono you would never, you would never!!! You’ll never hurt them!

The box starts to fill with blood! It slowly rises!! It’ll suffocate you!!!

“You already hurt us. You’ve lied your way to making us nice and vulnerable. No matter what happens, we will never forgive you for this.” ▲

Isa! No, not Isa! You’re sorry, you’re sorry you’re sorry you’re sorry you’re sorry you’re sorry you’re sorry

“You said it before, you can’t trust sorry from monsters. You knew you’d break my heart, yet still you kept trying.” ▲

“I fell in love with some long dead prince. Because you wouldn't show me the real you. You knew. The real you? No one could love that. And when that mask falls, you know I’ll just be scared.” ▲

You just wanted to be with them! Why! Why is that so much to ask?!? But you KNEW it was too much… The blood rises higher. There’s barely any room to breathe!

… You see Mirabelle. Standing outside. You call out to her. Please. Save me! I’m sorry! Please!

“…” ◉

...Please?

“...Oh Siffrin.” ◉

“We’d have been better off never meeting you” ◉

AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!

You slam into the wall, and crack it open. Only for you to tumble into the darkness below.

The monster wraps itself around you in the shadows. And as you fall, you see it’s twisted mimicry of your face emerge from the shadows to taunt you further. To slowly devour you whole.

“You’ve hurt them too much.” ✦

Nononono you can’t

“You break everything you touch.” ✦

Please no please no

“You’ll hurt them again” ✦

Shut up shut up please

“You will lose them” ✦

Stop it stop it stop it stop it

“YOU WILL LOSE THEM” ✦

You…. Can’t….

“Y̸̺̒͗Ọ̶̙̙̈́̔Ṳ̶̄͝ ̴̱̋͝W̶̹̑I̴̘͐̚Ľ̵͓̖̮͛L̸͇̹̫̽ ̴͚̞͓̂L̵̘̫͔̿̀O̴̮̹͉͒S̶͈̺̅̑͝E̵͉̅̀ ̴͈̄̃T̶̜̯̏H̴̩̥̄͠É̶̛̗M̸̠̠͉̾” ✦

…..it….

It’s right…..

You’re... going to lose them…..

you……

can’t………

…………………………………...

[aplatypusshapedkite]

I bring more Avid doodles! Most of these are from when i watched 100 days in minecraft nightmare!

[leclercskiesahead]

This shot is 🔥🔥

from Scuderia Ferrari

[lesbianfakir]

One of my favorite things in tutu is how Duck always ends up in situations where she’s like “the only way I can save the prince is if I sacrifice my life. It’s been lovely knowing you all, please don’t forget me 😪” BUT she has this aura of autistic weird girl swag that makes every person in a 10 mile radius want to die for her and every time without fail someone is like “don’t even worry about it babygirl I gotchu 💪😘” and then they proceed to do the most batshit thing available to them

[littlekiara96]

I did a thing.

[frozcnlight]

A MAGICAL DAY, INDEED. The sun beamed brightly, birds chirped melodiously, and everything felt just right in this enchanting realm. It was a fresh beginning, liberated from the shackles of the past. The witch had gathered those yearning for renewal, whisking them away from the turmoil and madness of a world on the brink of collapse. Soon, it would splinter into countless fragments, irreparable no matter the effort. The only drawback of this escape was that it led to a pristine world yet untouched.

A witch's commitment to nature and humanity.

"To nurture, not to harm; to support, not to hinder." It’s perplexing that one greedy soul failed to grasp this truth. He was trapped in a modest abode deep within the woods, and embarking on a new journey was far from simple. The cravings, desires, and aspirations—an alluring new cult beckoned, a realm devoid of sin. Countless hearts were in need of manipulation, ready to be transformed into loyal and devoted followers.

However, that was not the witches' true aim.

A fierce argument broke out, laced with sharp insults and pointed accusations. The man, asserting his dominance, issued a stern warning about the peril that awaited anyone who dared to oppose him. The woman, a witch, voiced her deep concern over her partner's reckless actions, fearing he was upsetting the delicate balance of their world and endangering others. She believed his behavior was irresponsible and could not stand by while he posed a threat to innocent lives or wandered into nearby villages. To safeguard those around them, she cast a powerful curse, binding him and ensuring he could no longer inflict harm.

As dawn broke, she could hear the familiar sounds of their routine. He would be lost in the gardens of the endless forest, endlessly searching for a way to connect with the outside world. It was a cycle that never changed—he would venture out, only to return defeated. But this morning, when she entered the kitchen, she was met not by her familiar white-haired partner, but by something entirely unexpected. There, at the kitchen table, was a white-furred donkey, blissfully munching on breakfast, completely oblivious to the transformation it had undergone and the lesson it was meant to learn.

There once was a cottage, hidden deep within the woods - or so it was told amongst the people. Those of the city who did life close, went in and out of the forest with no problem. But those who were of a more noble family, seemed to avoid the entrance of large trees that fought every day to gather their much needed sunlight - which was the cause why they were as huge as they were. The reason for avoidance however was not, because it was such a scary place, no. Those who understood, might even find it mysterious, even magical. It was just the good night stories of those who had a richer life and the dirt that covered the grounds the plants grew on, that they never entered and so did also never exit. All in one, it was an almost normal forest. Almost.

For no matter if poor or rich - none of those people knew the truth behind the grounds that were covered by leaves and wet moss. However, sometimes the female that went through the door that lead to the kitchen wished that any human soul would know. Because if she were to tell anybody what she had to witness in this room where food was cooked, served and eaten - she would probably be stuck by a tower for the mad by now.

Lips parted and her chin dropped as much as it could when her eyes caught an animal with white fur, eating peacefully as if it belonged here. However, never in her life had she seen such an animal. Not here, not everywhere else. For a moment she wondered as if it was a goat, but those looked much more different. 

The woman looked back and forth, her expressions filled with a mix of confusion and shock and for the slightest moment she caught herself wondering if she was still dreaming or if the wooden door had become some kind of portal. Perhaps, this was some kind of weird joke from someone above, if there was anyone. But the longer she stared, the more she realized that it was probably none of that. Whatever happened right in front of her eyes - it was real.

The female with long, golden strands cascading down her back just lingered here. Mouth still wide agape. “Erm… excuse me, that’s not your food.”, she stuttered horrified, “...goats do not belong in this kitchen either by the way!”.

She still had not understood that this was a donkey and not a goat.

[icewindandboringhorror]

I can't do much productively during the heat wave/health issue flare up/etc. like work on my games or anything where I have to sit at the computer/type for long periods of time, BUT.. I did passively sculpt a few tiny foods lol. I wanted to do one of my bigger usual sculptures, but those take so much more time and concentration, I thought something small just to keep my hands busy would be better.. close up photos look kind of weird and blurry from my camera settings or something, but overall they came out okay, especially in person.. Nearly the only reason I ever wanted to buy dolls as a kid was to get my hands on the miniature foods and plates and stuff that came with them, I've always just been obsessed with small versions of things like that, so.. why not make some! lol

[stillseeitallinmyhead]

LETS GOOOOOO

[seafoam-taide]

THE GAME... IS A CURRENTLY IN PROGRESS GAME ... IVE ALREADY SEEN ALL THEREIS TO SEE FOR NOW... FUCK !!!!!!!!! FUCK !!!

[tofreezetime]

glitter in the air