#this art took 30 minutes btw

[strawberryshortcake1495]

Would you love me more? If I killed someone for you? Would you hold my hand? If it’s the same that I used…when I killed someone for you?

Original pic/reference:

(+a timelapse!)

[nikoisme]

Since i already like to draw arthur with longer, scruffier hair in s2-3,, it was only a matter of time before i gave him a ponytail

[daughterofafighter]

Anyone else doing elf still on here? Because here’s me doing mine and my 30 minutes of work for the tree one😭

[straightdazed412]

Sketch vs finished work

(this is based off of murder Drones panic AU if you don't know)

[scrilladge]

look at my art! Last doodle of 2023! :3

Also here’s some Persona doodles for the video!

[funsizedcrow]

Quick sunset studies, trying to practice backgrounds and colors more :)

Original photos under the cut, taken by me while on vacation w my family this month

[frostblightsunbite]

Sketch page of the Young Justice core four!

I numbered them in the order I did them in, which gives a very clear indication for when I switched my style.

Rant under cut :)

This would have been done like four or five days ago but I cannot for the life of me draw a fucking running pose holy shit. like the mean for time taken for each drawing would have been maybe 30 minutes, but no 6 was a BITCH and took me maybe five hours alone, but tbf, half of that was spent lamenting.

Btw these aren't, like, the full sketches, after 6 I started to draw the silhouettes of the poses first and then went over it in red. Also, references used for 1,3, and 9. Why didn't I use a reference for number 6 if it was so hard? I gave up. I still think it should have been pushed more but eh.

Posting will probably be slow until maybe October, because I just got into university, for an art course, which is pretty neat ngl. so yippee or whatever.

The sketches of Bart are my favourite and that upsets me. not because I don't like him but because the poses took me so long. He does, however, get the privelige of colour, mostly because he looked super empty without it. I tried giving the others their red as well, but it was too much and Tim looked like Dick, so....

I'm not really a fan of these in general, but I'm posting them anyway, because eventually I get to see progress. much happier with the style I used for the last 4 (sorry Kon), but they don't exactly look young, more like late-ish teenagers.

I'm pretty happy with the one character interaction that I forced myself to do, though, so that's nice, even if they're not really doing anything.

I think I messed up Cassie's outfit by accidentally combining two of them, so oops.

Shoes still suck. I hate them.

Theres a lot to tag now holy shit-

[lets-try-some-writing]

Hi! I see you've been writing some stuff for Tfp humans and because I'm a Tfp human enjoyer I thought I could request something:)) (I personally cannot write so yeahh)

Fell free to do it and feel free to not do it if you don't feel like it :))

So,

How about an AU where June and Fowler (due to some relic to stuff) get aged back to when they were 16/17. They were probably wildly different than their adult versions and seeing kids interact with 80's teenagers would be fun (I personally hc Fowler & June to be in their late 30s like 39 so if Tfp is in 2011 yeah they would be teens in the 80s)

Also,here are some of my personal hcs for teenage June & Fowler which you can use but if you feel like they would be different feel free to do that too :))

Fowler was kinda the high school jock/a chad as one could call it. Also probably smoked even though he was under age lol. Probably a rock fan who plays the guitar to impress girls lol

As for June,I see her to be a rebel who wanted to be in a biker gang/generally into motorcycles. Probably like Miko but more reserved :)).

Also have my teenage Fowler doodle as an add on cause it's relevant

Sorry that the ask is so long btw I feel strongly about tfp humans 😭

Feel free to take anything/nothing into consideration for the main scenario :))

EXCELLENT ART!!! SORRY THIS TOOK TEN BILLION YEARS TO GET TO!!!

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Relics are not known to mess with age. The few that have such properties do little to harm a mech aside from possibly get rid of a beloved mod or engraving. As such, the team left one of their various collected relics just... laying on Ratchet's workbench. It wasn't particularly dangerous, and Optimus's memories of the archives stated that it had slight rejuvenation properties. That was all. It was essentially a small healing device meant to be applied to minor wounds.

But of course, anything minor to Cybertronians tends to be definitively less so to humans.

June and Fowler were left to keep a vague eye on the relic while the team performed other tasks. They chatted and overall relaxed, but at some point, Fowler noticed the relic was a little too close to the edge of the table for his liking. Sure the thing was almost as big as he was, but in his mind, with the help of June, they could push it back onto the table proper and rest easy knowing there would be no surprise clank to startle them or upset Ratchet. Their attempt to be helpful very quickly ended with a flash of light, every living being in the base hurrying toward two sets of screams, and gasps of horror all around.

June and Fowler were younger, WAY younger. Upon analysis, both were in their late teens biologically. Ratchet and Optimus argued over what to do, and upon seeing the relic, the overall consensus was that the two rejuvenated humans would have to remain at base until Ratchet could figure out a way to reverse the effects. It was not ideal, but a few calls later, things were organized enough. The military would cover for the loss of both Agent Fowler and June for the time being, and the team would get to work.

The team got busy and went about their work and June and Fowler stayed put... mostly. Despite having memories and experiences to match their adult selves, both teens had opinions and feelings regarding things. All three of the kids collectively decided they did not in fact enjoy these younger versions of the adults they knew within... about two minutes.

Fowler was a piece of work. He paraded around like he was in charge, but had the unfortunate habit of shoving Jack around for the kick of it. He didn't mean it maliciously, but the constant shoving did get on nerves. It did not help that Fowler used his spare time to work out now that his back was not murdering him every two steps. A definitive six pack most certainly did not endear him to Jack with his twiggy body. Fowler tried to get along with them by playing the adult, but being young again put a certain spring in his step and before long, he was off to cause problems. Lifting weights and wearing absolutely cringe worthy headbands, Fowler took off gleefully. The children avoided him like the plague, especially when he tried to rope them into his terrible 80s workout video exercise routine.

June was arguably worse in that while she wasn't outright cringy, she did have a few... habits. Her haircut was enough for even Miko to look away in shame. June's choice of clothing prompted three in sync face palms. And to add to it, she was absolutely determined to continue being the adult in the room even upon immediately getting distracted with video games and Fowler himself. Her use of 80s slang and her determination to ignore the rules just enough to be annoying quickly got on the nerves of everyone, especially the kids. Don't touch that? Oh she didn't touch it, she just got really REALLY close to it while making direct eye contact. Don't bother Ratchet? Well guess what, Ratchet gets a few dozen questions anyway.

Both were menaces to society just by existing. The team personally didn't mind all that much. What difference did personality shifts in small squishies mean to them? However even Bumblebee cringed internally as he watched the various scenes with the duo play out. Arcee for her part got several pleas from June to let her try Arcee's alt mode. Fowler may or may not have also tried to get Bulkhead to let him use the forklift to play lob ball, kind of.

Chaotic monsters all around.

Jack could do nothing but pray for the team to work quickly for the sake of his sanity. Miko is enough trouble on her own.

[maypl-syrup]

Finally got the chance to draw some more kn8 art, I'd like to something bigger but I'm really jam packed between commissions and adopts over on insta and having a real job now (its wendys btw)

I'll try to draw something serious once I'm less busy but for now have Kafka and his kids that took maybe 30 minutes each to do

the original images are under the cut and ill probably post a big dump of insta art tomorrow or whatever

[chipper-smol]

7 and 30 for the ask game?

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

Oh so many. There are art mediums I wish I could work with but don't have near enough patience to do.

The first two that come to mind are oil paints and 3D sculpture. Those couldn't be anymore different, but once I watched a series of videos of someone building a furry sculpture from scratch and I felt like I was witnessing a god working.

here's the first part btw

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

Oohh hmm... I feel like thats a hard question to ask on Tumblr- and the internet in general. It's a very common issue where artists pour their heart and soul into a piece only for the shitpost you made in 30 minutes to get astronomically more attention

... but I will say my (very brief) Hollow Knight Space AU with Quirrel def took a while for people to discover and appreciate

[knizuu]

Yknow

People call me Art Sonic, an artist faster than sonic, light speed artist, quick, damn fast, really speedy, so…

maybe Art Fight will just-showcase my ducking speed. NOT LIKE IT TAKES ME 4 MINUTES I HARDLY THINK I CAN DO MUCH IN THAT TIME JWNDQWFE…just saying like-it took 18 minutes for me to finish a full body, 30-40 minutes to finish long somewhat simple piece. And uh usually an hour if I actually play around with line art, heavy effects, inspo, etc. So uh uyus [just another way of me saying yes QWHBFWE] I think my speed will help

*BTW if anyone wants to share-honestly how fast can ya draw :0

[strawberryshortcake1495]

My version of Emmaline Butternubbins :3

Emmaline Butternubbins wasn’t an elderly woman living in Kansas. She was a teenage girl living in New Jersey. Known by her friends as “Emma”, she loved making sweet-corn bread and selling it at Glass Shard Beach. That’s how she met Shermie Pines. His mother, Caryn, was a huge fan of Emma’s bread but on this particular day, she couldn’t go out to the beach to buy it because she had so many phonecalls from her clients. So she sent her son Shermie out to buy the bread while he watched over his little brothers, Stanley and Stanford.

Shermie was given the money and once he was sure the boys were settled in and having fun, he walked over to Emma’s little stand. A lot of love stories exaggerate the first meeting, saying it was “love at first sight”, but to Shermie, it truly felt like love at first sight. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he felt his face grow hot and he let out a weird choked sound that probably sounded like a dying horse.

It didn’t help that the only girl he’s interacted with his whole life was his mother. Somehow, he managed to hold up a decent conversation with her. The two became friends and Shermie bought the bread. Stan and Ford instantly knew Shermie had a crush and teased him all the way home.

2 months pass and Shermie and Emma have grown close, becoming good friends who meet up at the beach and have fun together. Around him, Emma felt like herself and she started showing him that she wasn’t all sunshines and rainbows. She could be snarky, blunt, and even judgmental. But the pros outweighed the cons, and Shermie was still smitten. Deep in his heart, he knew that he wanted to be with her forever. The Pines family have caught onto this crush (Shermie wasn’t really slick), and Caryn and the boys are always nudging him to ask her out. So is Filbrick, but only because he wants Shermie to move out of the pawnshop as he’s reaching adulthood.

Then one day, everyone in town was gathered in an assembly where a man named Silas Birchtree began rambling on about this triangle named “Bill Cipher” and how he was practically a god that could grant the world so much knowledge. Stan was skeptical, but Ford seemed entranced by the figure. Shermie didn’t really care until the next day, where instead of finding Emma’s cute little bread stand at Glass Shard Beach, she was in a stand in the smack middle of town. Her soft delicate features that he knew and loved were pretty much non-existent as she told passerbys that Silas Birchtree was a human corpse being puppeteered by Bill to make an interdimensional portal to the human world. Nobody believed her, and neither did Shermie. But he didn’t like how everyone ridiculed her and called her a “crazy kid” when just months ago they were talking about her lovely bread.

Shermie comforted her and was always by her side, but he never told her he didn’t believe her. He just wanted to be there for her. So weeks later, when Emma told him that she was going on a little trip, he was very sad but promised to keep her bread stand going. For the first day, Stan and Ford helped make the first batch of bread but that was all they contributed. They went off trying to find anomalies like the Jersey Devil. Shermie was in charge of Emma’s stand but nobody bought the bread because it wasn’t as good as hers (and also because of her new reputation). Weeks later, he discovered in the newspaper that Silas Birchtree and his cult called “Ciphertology” had traveled up to Kansas and was destroyed with all members passing away.

Coincidentally, a few hours after that, Emma returned from her trip. She had some burn marks that she told Shermie was a result from a “cooking accident”. Shermie didn’t bother to question her because it seemed like a sensitive topic. Life went on as normal and as the two grew closer, friendship turned to love.

Emmaline Butternubbins became Emmaline Pines as she and Shermie had their first child together. That child would grow up to be Dipper and Mabel’s father.

[theoriginalmarke]

THAWING THURSDAY THOUGHTS

I have to do the Walmart trip today. Apparently I need a litter pan, litter, kibbles, and other feline supplies. Sigh.

After I fed the neighbor's cats I hurried back home but, as another neighbor commented, I had a train following me. Floofer was right on my heels, and two others weren't far behind. I stopped to talk to that other neighbor and Floofer climbed on my shoulder, climbed onto her shoulder, and then returned to mine and laid down while purring.

I took Floofer back home twice. Within 30 minutes Lulu and I heard meows at the door. He has decided this is his home now. I tried explaining that we aren't really set up for cats but he ignored me. Sigh.

I've noticed he shows no fear, so maybe I should call him Penta after the wrestler who's catch phrase is Zero Miedo (Zero Fear). Expect Penta (aka Pentagon Jr.) to debut with WWE soon btw.

Also, I'm not positive Floofer/Penta is a male.

Non cat related, my Christmas movie was Enter the Fat Dragon, a pretty good martial arts comedy. I also left the TV on Furball Farm's live YouTube feed much of the day.

Now if you'll excuse me I have to get ready to go cat supply shopping. If I don't there will be a Floofer/Penta banging at the door soon.

I love you, baby. Happy Birthday Eve. MWAH!!

Y'all have a great day.

[insomniac-djmm]

Omg I saw that you accepted my request! Thank you so much :3. Soo I have another BATIM ask for sammy x reader (he’s my favorite) Sammy x artist reader? They can just draw casually or be an art department person or anything else I don’t mind

(btw I love your writing style so much!)

A Musical Muse: Sammy Lawrence X Artist! Reader

Summary: Sammy's lover has always had a knack for creating things, especially pictures. After a while of art block, they find inspiration in the man closest to them.

Character: Sammy Lawrence - Bendy and the Ink Machine franchise

Warnings: None! :)

Genre: Fluff

Author's Note: Thank you so much for your request, I really appreciate it! I absolutely LOVE writing for Sammy, he's got to be one of my all-time favorite characters! Thank you so, so, so much for the compliment on my writing style, by the way! It means so much to me! I hate to say it, but I did put this off until two days ago and did it during an all-nighter, so it's gonna be short and sweet, sorry :( I wanted it to be a bit longer, but I wrote the last sentence and thought that was a sweet way to end it :)Merry Christmas, and happy holidays!

Word Count: 509 words

"Uugghhh..." Y/N groaned, falling back onto their bed, holding their sketchbook and pencil in the air. For almost a month now, they would sit down with snacks and their art supplies, ready to draw, but the moment they picked up their pencil...

Nothing.

Their brain came up with nothing.

No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't think of a single thing they wanted to or felt like drawing. Either that, or they got side-tracked. "Curse you, art block..." They groaned, letting their arms flop down beside them.

"Art block?" Sammy spoke up, having just then walked into their room. It was one of those rare occasions when Joey let him actually leave the studio instead of staying in the Artists' Rest, which was a good thing because he hardly got any sleep in there anyways, and it gave him more time with his darling.

"Goodness, it's a horrible thing." Sammy winced, recalling his own episodes of experiencing art block. When you do creative work for a living, art block is the last thing you want to experience, and Sammy had his fair share of scuffs with the involuntary lack of creativity.

"Yeah... Got it right now." Y/N sighed, sitting up now as their legs dangled off of the edge of their bed. "That was rather apparent." Sammy chuckled, making his observation clear.

"I just... Ugh! I wanna draw something, but I can't think of anything at all!" They exclaimed, the frustration clear in their voice.

"I'm sure you just need to give it some time." Their lover offered a smile. "It usually clears up on its own." "Sammy, it's been a month now-"

"Oh-"

He took a moment, pausing. "Well, my dear, have you not yet come across something, perhaps... Particularly inspiring? Something that would get your mind going again?" He asked. "Perhaps revisiting a source of media you enjoy could get you back into it." Y/N paused, nodding. "Yeah, maybe." They glanced to their sketchbook before looking back to Sammy.

Maybe it was the way the artificial light from the overhead lamp hit his eyes, his patient smile, his soft hair. Maybe it was what he said about finding a source of inspiration.

Either way, they'd just found their source of inspiration, and it was him.

They smiled, and Sammy gave them a curious sort of expression.

"Actually... Would you mind if I drew you?" They asked, picking up their paper and pencil. "I wouldn't mind at all, dear." Sammy chuckled, feeling a bit flattered that his darling would project such creativity onto a piece of his likeness.

"That's great because you're gonna be there for a bit." They laughed.

"Oh!" He chuckled, shaking his head with amusement.

And for about 30 minutes he sat there as Y/N sketched his likeness onto their paper. The curve of his smile, the glow of his eyes, and the warmth he made them feel - they projected it all into their work.

After all, you know what they say.

Drawings are the love language of an artist.

[saysike-skedoodles]

Whoops...

[BTW- if you're an account that does NSFW/ Fetish content, I kindly ask for you to not interact with my work. Please don't take this the wrong way, I respect your interests, but I'm uncomfortable with that content and wish to not engage with it :] ] ---

After being told by the rabbit to go get his gloves or else he was going to be late (for what? Bex still didn't know), Bex made her way through the house into the rabbit's room. She still didn't understand why or how he would mistake her as someone named 'Mary-Ann', but nonetheless, if she could find these gloves, she could maybe ask the rabbit where he was off to. Upon walking in she noticed a small dish on a vanity table that had little cookies in it. Bex took one for herself, "Oh, don't mind if I do, I don't think he'll mind if I take one." Bex said. But once she got to the drawer with the rabbit's gloves, her head had hit the ceiling with a squeak sound and she's stuck in the rabbit's house.

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A DOUBLE POST WHAT???? YES INDEED- and they're both Wonderland related- WHAT ARE THE ODDS????? Very likely actually considering I don't ever shut up about Alice in Wonderland. (I'm pretty sure I did rant about it and how darker takes to a friend last night for about 30 minutes or something HAH.) I care a lot about the funny Wonderland story more than I should probably. But eh it's fiiiiiiine. Back to this art- for once it actually isn't based on a frame from the 1951 film but is INSTEAD a redraw of the Tenniel illustrations present in the original Alice's Adventures in Wonderland novel! I figured it would more of a fun challenge to undertake since I've been trying to push myself to draw more interesting poses as of recent. Of course I know when there's a limit to my artstyle and what I can and can't draw, but I'm still doing these to at least find some way to draw them in my own way. (And also a way to know how to do this scene if I ever get the chance to make Bex in Wonderland a real animated short.) This was a lot more fun than I thought it would be- out of all the scenes I didn't exactly know how I was going to approach this one cuz of the scaling and all that. But hey I somehow did it! Speaking of Alice in Wonderland I might go rewatch the film again. Been wanting to watch something a bit whimsical again recently.

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I dunno what else to say other than I've got the disclaimer at the top in bold for a reason and that's cuz for SOME REASON this is an interesting thing for some people so please don't go near me if that's the case cuz you'll make me uncomfortable and having to block you- and also Bex is 15 so that'll make things a bit worse too-

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[ky-yk]

gaeul sunbae (kge x f!reader)

genre: gen? fuck if i know tbh || word count: 1.1k

author’s note: i’m not kidding btw this is not fluff neither is it angst, hope y’all enjoy nonetheless 🫶🫶

1.

“how the hell did they do this…”

wednesdays were your least favorite day of the week for one reason only: your industrial arts class.

i mean, who’d enjoy getting drenched in their own sweat while trying to play around with rulers every week?

i’m not even gonna be an architect, why do i have to learn this? you thought to yourself as you were hunched over your armchair, trying to replicate what your seatmate had done before he triumphantly got up and walked to the teacher’s table for checking.

you erased your circle…thing for what felt like the millionth time, your eraser shavings and crumpled-up bond paper being the only thing you could show for yourself after almost an hour. you stared at it for a second before swiping the eraser shavings off from your desk (along with your insecurities) and hunched over, ready to try again before a shadow loomed over you.

everything passed by and all you could do was stare in awe at the girl who took one look at your paper, hummed, and pulled up a chair beside you to finish the job. you were frozen; not even processing how softly she took the compass from your hand.

you snapped back to reality just in time to see her finish your plate activity with a flick of her wrist. literally.

she took one more look at it and hummed before putting your compass down and getting up to fall in line and have her work checked.

you all but stared as she leans against the board nonchalantly, not knowing if and how you should thank her for saving your grades -- only for the five-minute warning bell to remind you that her effort would be fruitless if you didn't go up beside her to line up.

in a rush, you haphazardly grabbed your paper and rushed to take the spot beside her, leaning against the board alongside her. your eyes travelled the room, observing the whole scene.

soon enough, you met the gaze of your savior.

surprised, you broke eye contact and suddenly found the wooden flooring much more interesting — an amusing sight to said savior.

you mustered up the courage to thank her while she was close, but you must’ve missed how the line had been moving since the next thing you knew, she was walking away from the teacher’s desk.

2.

“oh, i’m screwed…”

sitting at your assigned desk for your final exams, what was running through your mind wasn't the math formulas you had to memorize, no. instead, it was about how you could've -- should've -- reviewed your math lessons last night instead of napping the whole day.

what was that you kept saying, y/n? it’s all common sense?

noting the mini study group that formed behind you, you moved your chair closer to their circle, hoping that whatever they were talking about would stick around long enough to get you through the exam. you took a peak at the notes that were sprawled across the desk — and your future crumbling before your eyes.

you leaned back in your chair. just smile and laugh, folks, you thought as a defeated chuckle spilled out. you heaved out a deep sigh and looked up at the ceiling, resigning to your fate and deciding that napping would be a much better way to spend your time. you dragged your chair back to your seat and rested your head on your desk, ready to go off to dreamland before you felt a tap on your shoulder.

you let out a groan loud enough to make sure the perp was aware that you were not pleased by the interruption. with furrowed brows, you got up and looked around for whoever wanted to be on top of your kill list.

instead, you found a stack of well-organized notes on your desk; hope this helps - g.e, the sticky note on top read.

needless to say, that test was a piece of cake -- considering how you breezed through it with 30 minutes left to spare.

so did your savior, apparently.

when you turned your test over, you sat up and looked around at the rest of your classmates who were still hunched over and struggling through the test. all except one who met your gaze.

you gave her a small smile and nodded in acknowledgment. she returned the greeting before facing forward at the proctor's insistence, playing around with her pen to pass the time.

3.

"what the hell?!"

a lot of things made you go, "what the hell?!" but you'd never "what the hell?!"-ed more than you had today.

the project that your pe teacher just sprung on you guys about making a dance routine, the fact that your friends ditched you to pair up with each other, and the sight of gaeul-sunbae approaching you--wait what?

"hey, you wanna pair up for this?" she asked casually. all you could do was stare at her dumbfoundedly.

and let out a single syllable.

"huh?"

"well, i just noticed that all your other friends paired up with each other, so why not?"

"i mean...i don't see why not?"

"okay, so i'll make the choreo and send you the video. just follow it, and then i'll edit the whole thing together. shouldn't take that long," she said with finality before walking off to the bleachers, leaving you to think about what the hell just happened.

wait, that's it? am i really going to get hard-carried by gaeul-sunbae for a whole project without talking to her at all?!

exasperated at the realization, you huffed and puffed your way across the gymnasium, eyes locked on your target while everyone else's eyes were locked on you. the whispers were as good as white noise to you because your ears were fuming with steam at your sunbae.

why?

you were about to find out as well.

"yah!"

surprised at the intrusion, gaeul looked up at you with wide eyes. "um, yes?"

"what the hell is your deal?! why do you keep helping me?"

she calmly stood up, making sure to avoid your flailing arms. "well--"

"does this stroke your ego or something?!"

"wait, what? that--"

"oh, of course it does! i'm like your damsel in distress, huh? well newsflash, sunbae," you emphasized the title by pointing at her chest so hard she sat back down, "i can help myself."

with an annoyed eye roll, gaeul stood back up, holding your wrists together and bringing them down, making your resolve falter.

"that's no way to treat your sunbae, is it? especially one who's been so nice to you," she scoffed.

under her scrutinizing gaze, you were left speechless.

"you're lucky you're cute. now close that pretty mouth of yours, would you? wouldn't want any flies flying in.

unless you need my help there, too?" she asked while gently holding your chin between her index finger and thumb, closing your mouth and making you look up at her.

with a tut, she tapped your chin one more time. "now, if you excuse me, i'll get working on our project."