#this might be one of my favs
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sanji-kun!!
#my art#one piece#sanji#whos this????#i actually got possessed to draw this i was supposed to be studying#first 'real' time drawing op! not including scribbles in the margins of my notes!!!#my friend was scared for me to read op bc she thought i might hate sanji bc hes annoying lol#he is annoying but hes also my fav i think so that worked out
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lovies
[venus vs. color: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)..]
first palette suggested by @yer-a-legend ♡
#*spongebob abt to get crushed by an ice cream truck* FAMILIAL LOVIES for barb n blitz (duh lol)#my art#plus lovies however u wanna interpret stolitzarozzie :3#colour palette#artists on tumblr#helluva boss#helluva fanart#stolitz#fizzmodeus#fizzarozzie#stolitzarozzie#<- ??? ok i guess. theyre cute together idc. besties who occassionally fuck#they’re having a movie night btw. whores the lot of em….#barbie wire#helluva stolas#helluva blitzo#helluva barbie wire#helluva fizzarolli#helluva asmodeus#helluva ozzie#this might be my fav duo ive posted. both r nice :)#usually when i’m posting these it’s like one is shit and the other is nice LMAOOO
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the council will decide your fate
#some animation practice ^^#w my rgb redesigns!#these were duper fun to do… might do direction poses if i have the time#my art#fnf#friday night funkin#fnf fanart#friday night funkin fanart#picos school#picos school fanart#newgrounds#newgrounds fanart#gf fnf#bf fnf#pico fnf#girlfriend’s one is my fav i think its obvious lol
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finally finished this!! individual gals under the cut
I was supposed to do astarion, gale, & wyll too but considering these three took me like 8 months to actually get around to finishing…it’s unlikely
#piff’s art#bg3#baldurs gate 3#bg3 art#shadowheart#shadowheart bg3#karlach#karlach bg3#lae'zel#lae’zel bg3#I think laezel might be my fav one
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COLORED
(Frye)
#shes so prettyyyyy#might be one of my fav drawings now#splatoon shiver#shiver#shiver splatoon#shiver hohojiro#shiver fanart#splatoon fanart#splatoon 3#splatoon#splatoon fandom#art#digital art#digital illustration#my art#artists on tumblr#original art
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#my art#hatsune miku#vocaloid#miku#hatsune#vocaloid hatsune#uhhh i dont really know what to put in the tags#anyways i really like this one#might be my fav drawing so far
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say, what do you think ever happened to that boy from the forest? you think he ever found what he was looking for?
#i have the vaguest hope here that tumblr wont utterly crunch the quality but i think it might be in vain. alas.#anyway take him..... i dont want to look at him anymore#link#oot#mm#loz#oot link#loz fanart#this guy + ss and botw/totk link are my fav guys btw but i think This one has my favourite story across his games and in loz lore itself#gods favourite chewtoy....... he didnt deserve any of that :(#this came out really messy i was kind of just messing around with lineart stuff so im a bit iffy on it but. i like the colours at least#Okay. anyways#my art
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I finished reading Trc and am finally making art for it! Hooray!
#Also Ronan might be one of my fav characters evert he’s soo great and good and cool#idk he just intrigues me so#my art#trc#trc fanart#the raven cycle#the raven king#adam parrish#ronan lynch#pynch
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"arthur I think we're gonna have to kill this thing" "shit"
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started and caught up to (!!) malevolent these past two months and now i'm just stuck waiting for this months ep to come out :')
#malevolent#arthur lester#john malevolent#king in yellow#art#in reality my fav characters are noel and yorick#but I need to find a reason to draw them#i might have one for noel#but dont have a good one for yorick
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what do we think of my picmix I love my beautiful wife
#we love ghouls here sir#fallout#fallout new vegas#fnv#raul tejada#my favorite humanoid companion in new vegas sorry the liberal media might not like that one#/joke#he is my fav tho#ghoul posting#latina wife posting ??
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Gotham Protects Her Own
“Gotham protects her own.” Bruce had whispered to him once, in a, at the time, not so rare moment of affection, cradling dick to his chest as they looked over his city. Their city. Batman and Robin. Dick had believed him, of course, but he hadn’t really felt it. Not until he had stood at the bats side for the second year in a row, and his cape had fluttered. Dicks cape had never fluttered while he was standing. Running across the rooftops? Sure. Jumping over a chimney? Most definitely. But just standing still, no movement? It had never happened. Bruce’s did, from the very beginning Bruce’s cape had flown behind him, flapping with grace in the wind that was not there. But dicks hadn’t. But now… Bruce smiled down at him, pride lining every line in his face, before he took off across the roof, a challenge and a test at the same time. Dick chased after him, and for the first time since he had become Robin, he flew. His feet barely touched down, cushioned by the roofs, by shadows, and he laughed, wild and bright and free, and Bruce joined him, laugh deep and rich and full. Dick belonged to Gotham now, the city had laid her claim on him, and as Batman and Robin flew across the city, Dick could hear a new laugh join them, light and happy and feminine, delighted by their delight, their acceptance. Gotham protects her own, and Dick Grayson-Wayne, the first Robin, had earned that right, that protection, with his leaps and jokes and belief in Batman, in a belief in the city, in the belief that it could be better.
Gotham protects her own. Catherine Todd had murmured to him once, late one night, a bruise blossoming on her cheek, eyes heavy from drugs. She was close to death, Jason could feel it practically wafting off her, and he didn't think much of her last words, a hazy drugged hallucination, slurred speech. But then she had passed and Jason had left, choosing the street over his father and then he had understood. People came looking for him, naturally, even his father ventured out, but shadows seemed to envelop him, the streets opened to his footfalls, and he always found a safe place to sleep, never waking with his things stolen or suddenly kidnapped. Jason could feel the city, his very lifeblood, could hear her music in her traffic, felt her song in the earthquakes. Gotham cradled him, sheltered him, and when the time came, pushed him to a left unattended Batmobile, tempting him to steal the tires. For the first time, Jason doubted his city, hated her for sending him into a trap. But then he became Robin, and Gotham squealed in delight, and Jason watched in awe as Bruce flew, as Gotham made his cloak billow, as she nurtured her prodigal son. Batman had gotten injured, once, badly enough that he had struggled with his grapple line, and it had snapped. Jason had screamed, lunging for him, but it was too late. Before he could cry over the dead body of his mentor, he found Bruce at the bottom of the building, not much worse for wear at all. Gotham had cradled him, shadows leaping to cushion his fall. Jason had laughed with glee, rushing Bruce home as quickly as possible, and something had brushed his cheek, a faint kiss against his forehead. Gotham protects her own and Jason Todd-Wayne, the second Robin, had been born into that right, that protection, and felt her city pound through his body like blood, feeding his soul.
Gotham protects her own. Tim had seen the slogan on a Wayne Enterprise billboard once, when he had been seven, an ad campaign promoting insurance and helpful housing. It had become a sort of mantra for him, something he whispered under his breath every time his father made a snide comment about Tim lacking proper talent or social skills, after every call his parents declined, after every fight that had him biting his lip to stop the tears and debate running away. Gotham protects her own. Became his lifeline, his mantra, a promise of a better life. It wasn't anything he ever believed, until he finally worked up the courage to approach Bruce Wayne about the secret. Tim slipped on the Robin uniform for the first time… And something inside him settled. A woman's voice in the back of Tim’s head squealed. But as he raced over the rooftops, finally at Batman's side as he always dreamed to be instead of a few feet behind, snapping pictures, his cape dancing with the wind, his feet hardly touching down, that mantra, that false belief of hope, of a better life, became truth. Gotham protects her own, and Tim Drake-Wayne, the third Robin, had believed in that truth his whole life, wishing with every fiber of his being that she would protect him, and she finally had.
Gotham protects her own. David Cain had warned her once, telling her great stories of the city with air of midnight black, of water a putrid green, and of a people a hardy and tough. It hadn't been a compliment, just another obstacle she would need to overcome to fulfill her future missions. She had believed him, of course, but… she had never truly known what it meant. Not until she had stumbled into the city, hurt, bleeding, afraid, and she had felt that… otherworldly power. Reaching for her. Its tendrils soft and kind, like a mother, shadows stretching across her, shielding her, as the League prowled the streets. It wasn't until she saw him. The Bat. And his little Bird, brutal efficiency and yet mercy in every action, wasn't until she saw how Gotham cradled them, lifted them, helped them to fly. Gotham had been more accepting to her than she had thought. Maybe because she hadn't hurt her children. Maybe because she knew her pain. Maybe because Cass had been so afraid. But whatever the reason, when Cassandra Cain-Wayne took to the streets, a proud, blazing Bat on her chest, her cape billowing behind her, Gotham sang.
“Gotham protects her own!” Arthur Brown had screamed once. It had been in a fit of rage, followed by the sounds of windows crashing and tables smashing against the wall. He had been angry, livid even, the sound of his footsteps heavy and hard on the floor as he stormed around, pissed that Batman was unreachable for him, untouchable, protected by the city he claimed to do the same to. Steph knew the truth in the words, had been protected by them her whole life, finding a window open right when her father got home, the closet door unlocked miraculously after her father had locked her up, alleyways opening for her to escape through when bigger kids picked on her, or the cops chased her. And it happened now, as Arthur Brown came storming for her, rage and malice and every evil intention written across his features. Steph could feel that tug, that indescribable feeling of home, and she took a step back, melting into the shadows as she fled, fled her home, fled her father, fled his wrath and everything wrong with the world. She settled on the roof, the way she always did when he got like this, and waited, as she always did. For it to end. For him to stop. It was that night that she saw him for the first time. Steph had heard of him, of course, the Batman was infamous throughout Gotham by now, but she had never seen him in person. Never watched his work. It was at Bethany’s house. Bethany’s father, Vincent, was screaming again. The way Arthur was. But Gotham, Gotham didn't protect Bethany the way she did Steph. Or maybe Bethany just didn't listen. But Batman.. Batman listened. Batman protected. Steph watched, wide eyed, as he jumped through the window, as he grabbed Vincent by the throat and slammed him against the wall, snarling in his face. Steph watched, hands clutching her teddy, wondering whether she would rather risk her father than this demon. But he stopped. Paused. Threw Vincent to the ground in disgust, unconscious, and turned to Bethany. Beth had stopped moving, the way she always did when Vincent got the way he did, dissociating so she wouldn't feel his hands on her. Steph didn't think it worked, but it was something. Batman bent down, gentle, slowly, a few feet away, extending a hand to Beth. Steph couldn't hear what he said, couldn't see his face, but Beth blinked at him. She blinked, and she walked closer, slowly. And Batman… Batman held her, held her until she was crying, held her through her tears and wiped her eyes and rubbed her back, held her until she was asleep without nightmares, and carried her to bed, tucking her in gently. Steph didn't know how long she sat there, watching as he cared for this little girl, forgoing the Bat Symbol in the sky, and his anger, for her. Gotham protects her own, Steph swore as she watched him drop from the window the same night, flitting away on shadows only she could see. Gotham protects her own, and she would protect Gotham. She would mold herself after the Bat, and help.
#batman#batfam#bruce wayne#stephanie brown#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#cassandra cain#can you tell which ones my fav?#ill give you a hint its steph#anyway#this was just a lil something thats been in my drafts for like two years now#and i finally gave in and wrote like two more people#and this is that#i might continue with duke and damian and babs#but thats for a later time#idk#maybe even bruce lol#but anyway i hope you enjoyed#i love thinking of gotham as this old magic#idk again#but yeah#gotham
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Day 11/30 - garden
Stickers
#my favorite starter!!!#the one I had in pearl was nammed Green. I was a very creative child#this might be my fav painting during this whole challenge#pokemon#watercolor#pokemon fanart#nintendo#art#pokejuly24#torterra#jumpluff#skiploom#fletchling
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bible wichapas in the official 4 minutes trailer
#4 minutes#4 minutes the series#bible wichapas#loan.blr#loan.gif#loan.4mins#you might think these are just my fav shots of bible. you'd be wrong.#these are just the ones that had enough frames and didn't make me want to kms while coloring.#this didn't need to be done. but like. he looks so cutie patootie in the last one. that justifies this.
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these are some projects from my typography class this past semester,, we had to create and vectorize a letterform, a monogram, and an alphabet!
#my fav is the alphabet :D it was really fun to make‚ i might make it into a font one day!#the backdrop on the letterform and monogram are my thumbnails for each#my art#typography#artists on tumblr#ps this was the draft that i made before my account got terminated ndvdhdhjfg
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hotpot!
#hotpot my beloved... included mix of my fav add ins + popular ones#might do something more with this idea at some point? like a print? charm? sticker sheet? idk#hotpot#asian food#asian cuisine#chinese culture#chinese food#food art#food#idk what else to tag as#procreate#illustration#koob art
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