#this drawing is a little old but I had fun drawing it

[drawing-prompts-ideas]

"You have to learn anatomy before you can develop a style"

I focused on drawing for fun, not necessarily accuracy since a young age. Overtime, I naturally picked up basic rough anatomy, though it wasn't perfect, and still looked OFF if you were experienced. But it was definable, and not horrible, even looking back at it years later.

My style developed long before I actually put any real effort into learning anatomy.

And even then, rarely have I sat down and strictly focused on learning anatomy or any . I think I've done it 3 or 4 times for full-body anatomy, and a handful of times for various things I continued to struggle with and wanted to improve.

I sat down to learn feline anatomy after drawing almost exclusively cats for years because I recognized that I had places where I could improve and to help me learn better posing.

I sat down and learned various mythical beast anatomy because I got really into fantasy and wanted to draw the characters I was writing about. This was still after previously only referencing artists whose style I liked the depictions of those creatures. Despite being decently happy with my art, I wanted to make things more accurate and characters more recognizable.

I sat down and learned human anatomy because of wanting to do fanart for Undertale, which has a multitude of humanoid characters. But yet again, I was drawing these characters before then. This was the most extensive anatomy study I did, as I had never focused on humanoids before, and while I had been drawing anthro characters for a while, human proportions, heads, and limbs were huge struggles.

I sat down and learned anatomy for digigrade and partial-digigrade legs, hands, facial dimorphism, equine attributes, cervine attributes, and other various things I noticed I still struggled with and wanted to fix and felt ready to work on.

I sat down and learned body language, dynamic posing, facial expressions, clothing folds, hair, and other various things that weren't necessarily anatomy based in the same manner.

I didn't push myself to learn just because I felt I should. I dove into learning once I already had a basic understanding of each thing. The one time I DID push myself due to feeling like I should, it greatly discouraged me, as I didn't even have the basic understanding yet, so references and advice did next to nothing other than make me feel like a failure for not understanding them.

Overall, the best advice I can give anyone who is learning to draw or already considers themselves an artist is to keep that 5-year-old attitude of "I'm so good at this!"

With that attitude, seeing better artists' work you like makes you go "My art is awesome, but they're better!" rather than "My art sucks, their's is so much better." A small difference in phrasing, but a huge difference in motivation.

The first starts you off with pride and confidence in your work, and seeing artists you look up to helps motivate you to improve. Your self-pride and confidence are necessary because it gives satisfaction every time you improve, but doesn't let criticism hit too hard. "This drawing is awesome! Even if I did mess up this part a bit." It gives you a more accurate view of where you need to practice more.

The second has you having little to no pride or confidence in your ability, so seeing artists who are better than you discourages you from improving. Being too ashamed and perfectionistic about your work is a huge detriment because even when you can see improvement, it's never good enough. "I got a little better, but I won't ever be as good as them." It tends to end up with people burnt out due to pushing themselves to learn what they aren't ready for yet, lack of motivation to draw at all, and avoiding looking at art at all to prevent themselves feeling bad about their own art, and therefore slowing the very improvement they want.

artist friends: what are some art tips youve been given/have given that you now think are unhelpful/provably NOT true? for example - 'don't shade with black!' is one i used to tell people, until i realized its completely possible to do so successfully in diff styles

also - this is the tutorial that explained shading with black to me in a way that made sense! please check it out, its by datcravat on tumblr!

[woso-story]

A Day With The Engen-Leon Family

Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon x Baby

The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the Engen-Leon household, casting warm streaks of light across the cozy kitchen. The faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the lingering scent of lavender from the candles Ingrid had lit the night before. Mapi was perched at the kitchen table, her tattoo sketchpad open, the tip of her pencil tapping thoughtfully against her chin. Her eyes were locked on the design she was working on—a swirling floral pattern that was giving her more trouble than it should.

Across the table, two-year-old Mila, the undisputed star of the household, was decidedly not eating her breakfast. Instead, the bowl of yogurt in front of her had become an artistic medium. With her tiny fingers, she swirled the yogurt into intricate patterns across the tray of her highchair, giggling at her handiwork. Her dark curls bounced as she looked up at Mapi with her sparkling green eyes.

“Mami, look!” Mila chirped, holding her sticky hands up triumphantly. “Draw like you!”

Mapi glanced up from her sketchpad and laughed. “Wow, Mila! That’s amazing. You’re a little artist, just like Mami.”

Leaning against the counter with a steaming mug of coffee in hand, Ingrid let out an exasperated sigh, though the faintest smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She was dressed in her usual morning attire—an oversized hoodie and jogging shorts, her dark hair pulled back in a neat ponytail.

“Maria, you’re encouraging her,” Ingrid said, shaking her head. “Mila, breakfast is for eating, not finger painting.”

Mila paused her yogurt masterpiece to give Ingrid a dramatic pout. “No eat. Draw!” she declared, smacking her palms onto the tray, sending a few droplets of yogurt splattering onto the table.

“Great. Now the table’s an art canvas, too,” Ingrid muttered, setting her mug down and crouching to Mila’s level. “Mila, sweetie, I know it’s fun, but you need to eat your food. If you don’t eat now, you’ll be hungry later.”

Mila crossed her arms defiantly. “No.”

Mapi, watching the exchange, stifled a chuckle. “She’s got your stubbornness, Ingrid.”

Ingrid gave her a pointed look before turning back to Mila. “If you don’t eat, Mila, there won’t be any energy for the park later.”

At the mention of the park, Mila’s resolve wavered. She looked back at Mapi, searching for an ally. Mapi reached over, tapping Mila’s nose playfully.

“Tell you what,” Mapi said. “If you finish your breakfast, we can draw together after.”

Mila’s pout melted into a tentative smile. “Promise?”

“Promise.” Mapi extended her pinky, and Mila eagerly hooked hers around it. With a dramatic sigh, she began spooning yogurt into her mouth, though she didn’t seem thrilled about it.

Ingrid shook her head but smiled. “You always know how to bargain with her.”

“Talent,” Mapi replied with a wink.

---

True to her word, Mapi set up a little art station in the living room after breakfast. The coffee table was cleared and replaced with blank sheets of paper, colored pencils, and markers. Mila sat cross-legged on the floor, a small piece of paper in front of her. Her tongue poked out in concentration as she scribbled colorful lines across the page.

Mapi sat beside her with her sketchpad, her own drawing slowly coming to life. She’d decided to incorporate some of Mila’s swirling yogurt-inspired shapes into her design. Every now and then, she glanced over to check on her little protégé’s progress.

Bagheera, had claimed a spot beside Mila, her tail lazily swishing back and forth as she purred contentedly. Mila reached out to scratch Bagheera behind the ears, eliciting an appreciative meow.

“Baggy likes my drawing!” Mila announced, holding up her paper. The scribbles were a chaotic burst of colors, but to Mapi, it was as beautiful as any professional piece.

“Of course she does, baby. You’re a natural artist,” Mapi said, ruffling her daughter’s curls.

Mila leaned down, showing her masterpiece to Bagheera. “See, Baggy? It’s you!”

Bagheera responded with a gentle nuzzle, much to Mila’s delight.

---

In the afternoon, the family set off for the park. Mila insisted that Bagheera join them, holding the leash tightly as the cat padded along beside her. Ingrid initially raised an eyebrow at the idea of taking a cat to the park, but she had learned by now to pick her battles.

Bagheera, surprisingly cooperative, trotted beside Mila like a seasoned leash-walker. Passersby stopped to smile, amused by the sight of a little girl and her leash-trained cat.

At the playground, Mila raced toward the climbing frames, her laughter echoing as she scrambled up the colorful structures.

“Mami! Look at me!” she shouted from the top, waving down at her parents.

When Mila got stuck halfway down, Mapi didn’t hesitate to climb up to help her. But the equipment was clearly not designed for adults, and Mapi found herself bumping her head on the low bars.

“Careful, Maria,” Ingrid called, barely suppressing her laughter.

“This is a death trap,” Mapi muttered, rubbing her head. She eventually guided Mila down safely and turned to Ingrid with a smirk. “Next time, you’re climbing up there.”

---

By the time they returned home, Mila was a mess. Dirt streaked her cheeks, her clothes were stained with grass, and her hair was a tangled mess.

“Bath time, Mila,” Ingrid declared.

Mila, however, had other plans. “No bath!” she shouted, darting away like a mischievous sprite.

It took Ingrid nearly ten minutes of chasing, coaxing, and bribing to finally wrestle Mila into the tub. Once inside, Mila’s protests turned into splashes, and the bathroom quickly resembled a miniature flood zone.

By the end, Ingrid was drenched, but Mila emerged clean and wrapped in a fluffy towel, smelling of lavender.

“That was exhausting,” Ingrid said, flopping onto the couch while Mapi dried Mila’s hair with a small towel.

Mapi smirked. “You did great. A true warrior.”

---

After dinner, the family settled on the couch for movie night. Mila chose her favorite: The Jungle Book. She sat between her moms, her eyes wide with wonder as Bagheera the panther appeared on screen.

“Baggy!” she squealed, pointing at the TV. “It’s you!”

Bagheera, curled up in Mila’s lap, purred softly as if to agree. Mila giggled, petting her feline companion and showing her the screen repeatedly. Ingrid and Mapi exchanged a loving glance, their hearts full.

---

When bedtime rolled around, Ingrid read Mila a story, her voice soft and soothing. Mila’s eyelids grew heavy, and she soon drifted off to sleep clutching her favorite stuffed lion.

But in the middle of the night, soft cries woke Mapi. She found Mila sitting up in her bed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Bad dream, Mami,” Mila whimpered, holding out her arms.

Mapi scooped her up, her heart aching. “It’s okay, mi cielo. Let’s go to the big bed.”

When they entered the bedroom, Ingrid stirred, her voice a sleepy whisper. “Bad dream?”

Mapi nodded, settling Mila between them. The little girl cuddled up under the covers, her breathing evening out as she fell asleep again. Mapi and Ingrid each kissed her forehead before lying down on either side of her.

As they drifted off to sleep, cocooned in warmth and love, they knew that tomorrow would bring another day of laughter, messes, and adventures with their little family.

[js-dragonart]

"I was tame, I was gentle

Till the circus life made me mean"

(Who's afraid of little old me by Taylor Swift)

There was a sudden shift and the vision changed. The young prince with the boyish features and the mischievous smile was gone and in his place stood a grotesque version of the broken king Aemond had left in kingslanding. Gaunt and burnt, robes dirty with dried up blood.

"Do you have the slightest idea how it feels when your body is aflame, when the skin burns off your face?", he rasped, taking a step towards Aemond, " The pain never stopped. I wish you would have killed me properly. I don't recognize myself anymore. I am no longer who I was. But I still remember him. And I burn. All the time. You should have killed me. Do you hate me so much that you couldn't even spare me from this pain?"

A bit of a darker take on the trope of Aemond having visions of Aegon at Harrenhal because I was in the mood for it.

God, Aegon looks so pretty.

Fun fact: I sent the pics to a friend who immediately replied to the Aemond drawing with "he's got a hard on". Not exactly where I was going with the story but my brain immediately thought up a concept for a smut version of it. Why am I like this.

[prettyinaccurate]

Hey we don’t know each other, but I just found out that you were the one who drew that picture of TommyInnit standing above the lava in the Nether with the caption “It’s not your time to die yet” on it?

I just wanted to say that back in the days of lockdown, I had heard of the dsmp but wasn’t interested in getting into it (I figured the story couldn’t be that compelling or worth looking into), but I randomly saw YOUR art piece and it made me go “Wow, okay wait, so there’s like, depth and angst and stuff to this thing? There’s more to it than silliness? Maybe I should check it out…”

And from there I became a massive dsmp fan, which got me through some of the worst of lockdown and got me over the worst/biggest art block I’d ever had, I met tons of fellow fans who became close friends of mine, I got into other minecraft-related spheres after the dsmp ended and had a wonderful time with those, and I’m still having fun with things like Hermitcraft and Life Series today with both old and new friends.

And in a way, I have you to directly thank for all of that, and for unintentionally being the catalyst that started a snowball rolling of so much joy in my life and so many new adventures online and irl.

So I know that art is one of your older pieces and you probably haven’t thought about it in a while, but I wanted to say thank you for drawing it and for unintentionally making an impact in the life of me, a stranger. I’m glad I found you and that you’re still active making other art (you’ve improved SO MUCH, btw! I loved your old stuff obviously but I LOVE your new stuff!), and I wish you happiness and gentleness all your life. I hope you never forget how your art can bring so much good that you’ll never even be aware of. Have a nice day!

It's hard not to be embarrassed about my Dream SMP days with everything that has happened after, but it's things like this that keep me from ever deleting old art. I am so glad that something I put into the world was able to - directly or not - develop into something that holds place in your memory.

I might not know you, but we are all the same; little things can spiral into meaningful experiences, and the connection we can form as artists, no matter how inconsequential, is more significant than any one body of work could ever hope to be.

I wish you the best 💕

[hopecomesbacktolife]

something I did as a child that I’ve remembered fondly since, and even considered repeating:

we had this one book of bird identification for our area, and I spent several months drawing each bird in the book onto post-it notes that I stuck into a cheap notebook as a kind of low-stakes art journal! it was so much fun and one of the things that kickstarted my interest in birds in earnest ♡

another casual low-stress art project: making a mini museum room of all your favorite art pieces (I totally got this idea from a kdrama, I can’t claim ownership of it at all) - using 4 pieces of cardboard and whatever tape or glue to form a 3-sided room + floor, then printing out tiny pictures of your favorite artworks, making frames from carboard (brushed with $2 acrylic gold paint if you want to make it look like fancy frames), and tape or glue them to the walls; then you can cut out a long rectangle of cardboard and fold the two ends down to form a bench and glue it into the “art exhibit room” as well!

also, this lovely little (and free!) mouse friend sewing tutorial: https://my-darling-boy.tumblr.com/post/185833797385/i-was-having-writers-block-and-so-i-took-a-break

for any art/journaling/letter writing projects you want to feel extra fancy, you can put the sheet of paper on a cookie sheet, cover with water, then sprinkle instant coffee grounds liberally around on the paper and swirl a bit. bake in the oven at ~ 250 F until the water has all evaporated, then let cool. (if the coffee spots are more intense than you’d like, you can do a second round of water to swirl it out!) this creates very fun feeling, looking, and sounding fantasy/medieval parchment that really makes things look old and worn! you can even take a lit match to one corner after the rest of the process has been completed, and burn a tiny bit of the edge off to create more weathering. (obvious disclaimer don’t do this with kids be careful with fire have water nearby just in case etc etc)

ideas for casual low-stress art projects if you want to work on something creative during the new year

dream journal: you can either write down every single dream you have so you can look back on everything, or just write down the best ones and add little drawings or collages to embellish them

weather blanket/scarf: create a legend for which colour matches each temperature/weather and then knit one row every day so by the end of the year you have a little reminder of what the weather looked like this year

junk journal/scrapbook: collect misc things like labels/ads/stickers/receipts and make little collages with them in a book

everyone add on ideas

[mantequillamcwhoremick]

Mysterion in Chaos Plan

Upon request I'm gonna translate my elaborations on this post on Mysterion's design in my fic :> I wish I could actually present you guys with a drawn design but i haven't had time to draw lately plus all my attempts to draw him until now haven't been satisfactory to me, but I still wanna rant about my choices.

[Anyways, first things first, IF anyone ever is tempted to draw any fanart (giggles and kicks feet uncontrollably) I want y'all to know there's no pressure to stay true to these ideas. The descriptions & details for Mysterion's getup in my fic are purely practical, because design is a visual element that isn't considered in questions of practicality and realism. If you have any ideas you like better for his design, or if you feel like any of this is hindering your creative freedom, by all means throw this in the trash and do what you want instead. I love seeing people's individual creative interpretations and I don't wanna hinder anyone's creativity.]

Anyways, with that out of the way, let's get to it.

(from chapter 2 of Chaos Plan)

I'm a SUCKER for Miles Morales' silhouette as Spiderman in the first movie, and because both Mysterion and Spiderman are both vigilante/heroes with working class roots I love to find similarities between the two of them. So I'll be referring to Miles a few times in this post >:)

I like the idea of Kenny using really old maybe counterfeit brand basketball shorts that he used to wear to sleep or something. I'm not yet settled on the specific patterns/lines that I want them to be adorned with, so just for reference you can imagine something like this:

As for colors; I like the idea that these shorts might be the brightest part of his outfit as a reference to Kenny's dumbass "underwear over pants" design in canon.

His canon design is also the main reason I don't wanna give him just normal long pants, and instead stick with the Miles-Morales-type shorts-over-thermal leggins idea.

I like to think that Kenny got thermal ski underwear (pants and undershirt) from Kyle or Stan at some point for when they went camping (bc ain't no way Kenny would go skiing), and he just forgot to return it aka they forgot to ask for it back, so that's what he uses underneath his hoodie & shorts to keep warm.

For colors, I like the idea that they're a dark color to contrast the light-colored shorts but have lines similar to these in a neon green color. Just to add a fun something

And well, then there's his hoodie. Just a regular ol' hoodie, a dark one of course to blend in better into the night (dramatic ass bitch), dark purple like Mysterion's cape in canon except he has no cape because. well. realistically, impractical. But yeah, I imagine it to look a little makeshift, which is why I have Kenny spray-paint the question mark in the front (and an unmentioned "M" on the back of his hoodie) to give it that tacky look. Again, like Miles does his Spiderman costume in the first movie.

(screenshot from chapter 6 of Chaos Plan)

As for his pouch/fanny pack; I was very inspired by the type of clothes people who do parkour wear, and that shit has to be very light for maximum mobility. A utility belt wouldn't be the best choice for hip mobility, so a fanny pack he can slap across his chest and back would be the way to go. It just needs to be big enough to store some fireworks, a gun (the one he stole from Harris lmao), cigarettes and other miscellaneous things like a lighter, lock picks, his small knife, maybe a chapstick idk he definitely should

Something like this but, again, creative freedom is welcome.

And well, then there's Kenny's gloves (crucial!! bc it's cold as balls plus he CANNOT LEAVE FINGERPRINTS ANYWHERE!!), his mask, and a bandana to hold back his hair. Here's a really old shitty sketch I did once gashagdha (yes he has long hair that he has to tie together. I haven't mentioned this in the fic because i'm an idiot)

And well, for warmth & anonymity reasons I often describe him wearing a thermal tube scarf, kinda something like what I often see in Princess Kenny fanart to cover his mouth. But I haven't yet found a way to make this look cool in combination with the mask so maybe this will only stay in written word...

As for his shoes, I'm not really attached to any specific type but I do find it significant that they look like they're being held together by hopes and prayers. Tongue, collar and lining sticking out upward as the shoelaces wrap tight around the ankle to ensure it doesn't slip. Maybe duck-taped together at the tip or something. Listen, it's hard to buy new shoes when you don't want any purchases to get traced back to your identity, okay. He's forced to raw-dog this shit and we respect that.

Anyways that's it!! someday i'm going to edit this monster fic and all these details will be much clearer from the text alone, but for now we're running on the first version of the story so bear with me. I might do a similar post for Chaos too if I don't manage to draw him first :)

[joojdraws]

Me needs to talk about my original character for "Be Kind, My Neighbor", Mousey... 🐭🥔

Time to elaborate under the cut! :-)

Here they are, this is Mousey!!

Who's Mousey...?

First of all, I want to mention, despite Mousey having most of my personality traits and me pairing them with Rarold (which is my F/O), they are not a self-insert. They're their own thing! They're an oc, not a sona... ^_^

It is through them I show my love for the corn man, so, naturally they mean a lot to me for that fact alone but they are way more than this... I created them all the way back in September 2022 and they are my favorite original character of mine ever! :-)

Now, let's truly talk about the Mouser!!!

Mousey is a 46-years-old potato farmer using they/them pronouns. (They're agender) They were born and raised in Belgium, but moved to the United States in 1952, in the small town of Baths. This is when they met Rarold, their neighbor, who became their rival the same year when they both participated in an agriculture competition. (Mousey won)

They are a very outgoing person, always smiling and extroverted. Always radiating a positive energy. Anyone in Baths appreciates them. Anyone but... Rarold. Or does he...? Rarold has always been mad at Mousey for beating him up at the agriculture competition for two entire decades... but deep down they're the only human being he tolerates in town. (He just won't admit it)

Physically, Mousey has a whiskers shaped mustach and long hair they always tie up in pigtails. They've been wearing the same overalls for years... This latter is missing a suspender and had a hole (that has been fixed). They always have with them their trusty shovel, which has been their best tool for decades.

They're very expressive as a person (as you can see on their reference sheet).

Their voice is deep, and they have a strong French-Belgian accent.

A few fun facts...:

Their birthday is August 19th.

They are bisexual.

They are autistic and have adhd.

Their first name, Mouserel, was completely made up... I wanted a first name for them with "Mouse" in it.

Their last name “Beltopo” basically means “Beautiful Mouse” in Italian; combining “Bellissimo” (Beautiful) and “Topo” (Mouse).

Their height is 5'3. (161 centimeters)

Puns are their favorite kind of jokes.

Their relationship with Rarold:

Rarold and Mousey's dynamic is something you could call "Rivals to Lovers Slowest Burn Ever Known To Mankind" see... I do like continuity. And well, Rarold was canonically married. (As unbelievable as it sounds) So, of course, I didn't make Mousey and him dating from the start.

Drawings by @/toothblushes, @/koo-zine, @/the-only-gods-clown and @/tespianmage

The both of them met in 1952, and for two decades long, they've been rivals. Out of jealousy for always losing to them at the agriculture competition, Rarold was acting grumpy towards Mousey and rolling his eyes anytime they were doing anything. “Such an annoyance...!”, he thought. And he had a nickname for them: “Pipsqueak”. He called them that to make fun of them... but Mousey appreciated this nickname quite a lot.

This all changed in 1973, around the time Kevin went missing. Mousey noticed how grumpy Rarold was... Well, he was grumpier than usual. In September of the same year, when he came back from Chopo's, he cursed everyone in his field for being so mean to his little angel cat. Mousey heard that, and, naturally, asked him what was wrong. He did not reply at first but they insisted and he said what happened.

They felt very sorry for him, saying how everyone was unfair to him and how they were despicable for making fun of a lost pet like that. Rarold, at this very moment, felt appreciated and cared for. He even blushed a little bit. It was nice to have someone that cared for you.

A month later, in October 1973, there were a local Halloween Party in Baths. Mousey invited Rarold to go to the party with them. At first, he did not want to, saying how “childish” such an event was, and that everyone would make fun of him. Mousey though begged him, which made him grimace. “Ugh, fiiiiiine...” is what he said to them, reluctantly accepting the offer.

He was dressed in a potato costume and Mousey in a corn one... it was all Mousey's idea. To have costumes of each other's crops. Rarold felt... very ridiculous in such a costume. Though, Mousey insisted of how cute he was and how “delicious” he looked, which made him blush furiously. “Is Pipsqueak flirting with me...? ” he thought, blushing even more.

At some point, there were love songs playing, and people dancing. Mousey asked Rarold to slow dance with them... he hesitated but accepted. During the dance, Rarold felt butterflies in his stomach... Mousey, the Pipsqueak... was so cute at this very moment. It is when he realized how nice they always have been towards him. He looked them straight in the eyes and said; “Pipsqueak, I thiiiink I may like you...” Mousey's eyes widened but naturally they replied “I think I like you too, Rarie...”. They looked at each other and after a few seconds of pure, complete silence... they kissed each other. This is where their love story started... at a Halloween party and to the “Close To You" song by Carpenters... Love wins!!! 🌽🥔❤️💚

Drawing by me.

That is all I have to say about Mousey... for now!! Mousey is a character of mine that is always evolving with me. So much new things happened with them these past two years and I'm excited to see what I will create with them in 2025. Thanks if you've read everything in that post, means a lot to me. 💚

Animation by @/scaredtomst

Check out these links for more!!:

Mousey's Toyhouse Page.

Mousey (1979)'s Toyhouse Page.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Congratulations to TEAM CHEESE for winning the popular vote on the Charcuterie poll!

[0lost-in-my-mind0]

Ok maybe I felt just a liiiiiiiittle inspired by this post…sooo..I created the THREE main phases of my Candy's adolescence!

I wanted to create them with editing to make them more accurate, but unfortunately my graphics program decided to abandon me…so I just used the closet and available items~

𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓮𝓽'𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽~!

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔~!

At the dawn of her adolescence, Lili began to take her passion for singing and drawing more seriously. In particular, she began to be interested in Japanese culture. Her first approach was anime and manga, but she wanted to know more about daily life and the language. An avid Sims player and technology lover, her interests and character began to take shape in her bedroom, which reflected her personality at that time. She was the owner of two beautiful dwarf rabbit aries: the female was albino, while the male had gray eyes and a two-tone white and gray fur. Unfortunately they would pass away after a little over a year due to old age (they had been with her since she was about 7 years old). She attended a private institute where they used uniforms, exactly like those in Japanese schools, for her there could not have been anything more beautiful! (about 13/14 yo)

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓃~!

During her high school years she absolutely did not lose her passion for anime and manga or for Japan in general, in fact she started studying it on her own! However, she also discovered new musical genres and a new style (both makeup and clothing). She became particularly passionate about the Victorian and Gothic style and she wallpapered her room with prints of Victoria Francés' drawings, she got closer to magic and everything related to the fantasy, dark and romantic world. As if this were not enough, she continued studying singing and filled her room with the most varied game consoles, to play any type of game and above all have fun with friends in fighting games. She started planning her future tattoos and started getting various piercings (7 ear piercings and one on her nose). Also got passionate about makeup and started following various tutorials on the internet to learn and study current trends. She met her best friend, he showed up at the audition as a drummer for a band of her friends, and adopted her current cat. Oh well, she also started dyeing her hair, any color - literally! But the one she used most often was dark red. (about 15/17 yo)

𝐸𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝓇𝒶~!

Well, we've now reached the last part of Lili's adolescence. She changed her style again, or rather she started to understand that one style didn't suit her - her various personalities, after all, had the right to express themselves ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) - so she started to trust her instinct! Her way of dressing and applying makeup varied based on various factors: her mood, the fashions of the moment and her interests and obsessions~! The same went for music, she continued to add genres to her repertoire, until she had dozens of playlists suitable for her every mood, situation and musical genre! Always more passionate about video games, consoles and PCs: among her favorites are Animal Crossing and Kingdom Hearts~ One day she hopes to be able to assemble the PC of her dreams by herself. She continued to study Japanese, finally aiming for the university of Japanese culture - oriental in general, there were other languages ​​to choose from, and for a while she also studied Korean language and culture. Fun fact - she also started studying typical Japanese recipes and cooking them herself. Her specialties are Japanese curry and okonomiyaki~ She could often be seen eating her beloved matcha flavored Pocky and drinking her Taro flavored Bubble Milk Tea, strictly hot and 0% sugar! Went back to her natural hair color although not for long every now and then she felt inspired and dyed her hair! She also got more piercings and finally her long-desired tattoos - she still had a few and they were hidden by her clothes. She started cosplaying, even if only for a short time, but she loved it! Her room changed again, as did she, although not by much! She just fixed a few details. Her cat always with her~ It was a really good time for her, she loved it so much and has so many beautiful memories of her last years of adolescence. (about 18/19 yo)

TEEN! SAMANTHA

Samantha is a MCL oc I have since High school life so here's a version of her in her teen ages (like 16/17 yo maybe)

PLEASE SHOW ME YOU TEEN YSALINE !!!!

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hey hey hey may 31th anon! How's 2024 going? ☆ヾ(*´▽｀)ﾉ This year I have for you a leaked Sherlock season 5 image. Thinking of you!! And everyone!!

[blackkatdraws2]

There are more things in the Parable than Stanley knows about. [Blank Scripts AU]

[poobletoods]

nothing like a bunch of old folks in their jammies watching bargain bin movies on a tiny tv

[myokk]

🫶🫶🫶

Referenced from this, La sirenetta illustration by loputyn💓

[puppyeared]

doodles of my fav sillies

anton belongs to @poicyss

[ann-chovi]

Finished the new Dragon Age and I am obsessed with my Rook and his delightful dwarf wife♡♡♡

[non-un-topo]

Thinking about the sniper duo