#ugly usagi fanart

[pawmimo]

[prclns]

Araki isnt making them do enough gen z shit

[usagisbanexd]

+ SUPER SOLDIER SAILOR STARS #10 * _) _) >>C===3 :-* Kawaii Slash Lovers Collide Cosmic Paradise // Sailormoon/Pokémon/Potterverse Altfic Crossover, CHAPTER 1.0.010

1.0.010 MOTOKI SHOPS FOR A NEW GIRL, GUESS MONSTER OF THE WEEK ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR HIM </3

Motoki got his eyes crossed thinking about a muse. He thinks he’s going to be stupid. He thinks he’s got the right. He thinks she’s no good at moving. She thinks with her heart and never wants woman wise. She has a hard time knowing what to think about herself. She wants to die all the time. No, that’s the only one. He wants her to take her panties off, and doesn’t know why we waste our time writing with wax. They only have six days before the planet ends. We all want it to happen, we all want those little girls to stop dancing, all of Nipon hangs in the balance, all Indian magic was wrong. We haven’t even said goodbye to yesterday. Yeah, yesteryear. He never will. Don't get your hopes up, Ami-chan. Love will come to you like a too-tight fuku and rip your legs asunder. Kawaii, frownyface, love thunders on. Mako knows how to water a flower, Ami-chan, your mist is toxic force, Farfetch'd in the pigpen. Stop trying. Bleep, goes Ami's visor, and all the world inside her perverted eye. Itching to touch herself, itching to husk. Throbbing. Made male. Pale-mooned. Sleep-soaked. Refrigerator, open! Refrigerator, hit Ami in the fucking forehead! The boy is GANY'S, baby.

            “We can do this, Motoki Kamen,” says Sailorchibiganymede, appearing at his dashboard with her legs splayed, rubbing a rose against her labia. “We can kill the evil Sailorjupiter and collect his starseed! Bane of all the gods, he wanders heaven thinking he’s the greatest, but we know in his heart of hearts, he’s womb-born. Womb-born like woman, womb-born like that bitch Hotaru trapped down the cellar with a rope and two pairs of binoculars. I can bleed for you if you’re getting bored. I can see your incision. Do brains proffer explanation? Tickle me with a rose!”

            “Slow down,” says Motoki. “You’re too good for me. I’ve unleashed you and now I need to play catch-up. I need to go back to my la and fink phu. You’re too good to write better. You know it’s ‘baby.’ Baby, think for me, I’ll think for you.”

            “I think eternal stars,” says Fuku, turning around and showing her twat from a different angle. She knows he’s dancing all the way to the bank, tank on empty, does she know how to read a speedometer? What’s a speedometer?  Where’s the gas gauge? Sailorhotstudofmercury, fix my car!! I “love you,” Moto-chan. For Mako she sheds a tear, tissue from the stoli of her eye. Does her puss look good from this angle? He’s going to puke. I’ll resuscitate him. IRONS! NURSE, I SAID IRONS!

            “Slow down,” he says cooly to the mirror. “Slow.” She thinks he lives to breathe, but actually he thinks to live unencumbered. He’s a mystery, a divine one, and soon in her pussy she’ll clutch his jewel like the empress clam obtaining the pearl from the hand of God! And all the riches will be hers, and the plumber lives, and we’re glad he’s talking about this, and he works at an arcade, and that’s all right by me, I’ll fuck Mario later, I’ll fuck Mario good, but first I get this boy out of my head until he soils my fuku. Soil is the wrong word, operative shit, operative esther, operative sing-along, stat! I have two babies, two whole babies from my womb, and still a sealed hymen like a curse on women. Am I thinking too slow? Strike the mirror, check.

            I want to know when you’ll be okay. If you’re having a problem reading this, you’re not. Everybody belongs to the Empreors. Everybody is imp-bound. Every fossil uncovered des deez nutang Asia Palace pseudonym harukami. Knifeblade Maru-chan, every beautiful word taken by breasted female, and you and I alone my Moki-chan to harbor against a rock and cling to villages in fantasy where women go to war. Why am I alone in this? Women go to war. Baby, relax, I’m thinking slowly. He tells the whole thing to his head and feels it wash away.

            Moki at the throne of an Impala. Moki driving, staff assisted. Moki at the arcade. Moki fielding deadly cinema, Mokley with a gun in hand. Do we know why Mokley knows Mokley? Can we tell? Does Matoko know that God is watching? And dear Makoto, dead on the floor, time out of time predatress kneeling by her wingside, thinking she’s her mistress, that’s okay – THAT’S NOT OKAAY. BABY, THAT’S NOT OKAY. SAY MATOKI. I’LL REASON WITH TIME ON BEHALF OF MOON FLYING TOWARD FAVOR IN THE MILKY WAY. WHERE ARE WE? YOU KNOW, SO TELL ME.

            Makoto lies alone. Mako has his girl. Ami-chan sleeps with a knife in her pocket, knowing the wisdom through which she sees the world is nothing but an empty doom torn outside like a glove into heaven. And I burst. And I’m done. And I tried to help but I’m Ami and I’m evil. And I’ll never take the visor off. And I’ll never be a real girl. And I love Matoki, big and small, but all people are the same and some have similar names, and you’ll never achieve lift-off typing like that, Ami-chan, so type short sentences and I’ll assist you by buying you a Macintosh. A brand new Macintosh?! Mommy, you shouldn’t have! And Sailortrannyjupito sings songs about Kreyayshawn, white-nosed, presagething a flood, never getting her due, bleeding semina somewhere in the backseat of a rideshare, counting her million. Sailorchibiganymede lives past and present, but Moto is so tired and so ashamed. Do I flash him the beatstick? The lips? The beautiful pink wonderland betwixt that ugly bone at the bereft of my thigh? I worked hard for that bone; I stole it from the corpse of Zeus descended. Teehee, he had thought to misremember his iniquity, but all fingers point to troubled Ganymede. My beloved soldiers me through fields toward the great pink and gold city planet in the sky, untouched by man, throwing up illusions, a nom casino flung like coins like rainwater out of buckets all across the streets, Ami cannot reach it, if Ami dares to go, she dies, and fair-faced Ganymede, the never morninged raver, is the city liberated from Yahweh’s twisted curses. Sailorgamorrah ascended, Sailorgamorrah my mother, Sailorgamorrah perfect star, live to rise again!

            “Come to Ganymede, Moto, baby,” sings Sailorchibiganymede, making air traffic controller acrobatics with her arms, legs doing nothing but holding the wheel where his hands are. His hands on her legs. Her legs. She’s never been a rose. Ami has pricked herself. Ami has died. Ami is monster of the week, moss-headed, mudded, entangled. Ami’s next. “TURN RIGHT! KILL MAKO-CHAN! FOREVER BLOSSOM! NINETY FOUR SISTERS, AWAKEN!”

            Mako thinks. Mako wants to know. Mako believes Ami doesn’t know what she’s talking about, but Sailorunderprivilegeddtennesseangirl sleeps with her head tucked to her cleavage and her ugly dagger’s chin alert for plunging, plunging medal modesty into the hearts of miscellaneous penised people, the golden nymphs beyond her reason blooming outward from her head like a greater beauty seeking a greater light, leaving her eyes, leaving her ears, leaving her hair behind. And Sailorhermaphroditus her bastard child lives like a leaf, losing little, losing limpids, crawling through nature, unwinding, out of time, never afeared, always becoming greater through the metric of building, and that’s her partition, and Ganymede holds her at the tip of her womb, her whole body’s her womb, but a little star pix brightly shining collapses into everything at the basketball’s spinning point upon her fingertip, and Ganymede holds all the cards, what ugliness does Ami harbor, what black blood in a trash can, a weapon, Eve’s curse, Gany pukes. Gany doesn’t care. Gany is man-born, stolen to heaven by Jupiter. Last night he did remember. In the secret trove of his apartment he the only man reigns and rains, see how it is? Rains and reigns over ninety four flowers, all of them women, and never leaves. Kill him with us, Ami-chan, his evil knows no bounds. Don’t you see how all this comes to be?

            “Who are you talking to, Mako?”

            “I am Sailorganymede, mother of the orphan tree! Fear not my name which settles thee upon the branch of inconvee! Teehee, wheehee, ouioui.”

            “Baby, you offered Mercury a spot,” says Motoki.

            “Honey, I called to her through time. Her evil womb encases you for fear of manly women. I spoke to my father the sun this day and he told me to sacrifice you like Isaac upon the mountain, the iron-barked mountain, Ami threatens me, she ties my tongue, she knows no God, she is computer-born. Avaunt! I said ‘Soon, I die!’ Why bring that on? I thought you loved me, grew this vagina for you, plucked me from my garden in Jupiter’s thigh and gave myself to a vestige of you iron-born. Get this silly haggot from me hence! Or soon I embark upon a war of recompense! Peace sign! Kawaii! Teehee! Dark Kool Aid Prism Power, Poverty Make-Up!”

            “I am a spirit,” says Ami.

            “Then speak bravely of where you are.”

            “I am in chains,” she says.

            “A simulation, as you have ever been. You gave your heart to Galaxia, baby, you did it to drink beer. Figure that out for yourself and we’ll find ourselves a man through the mask of your personage. We are all, we drink the earth and sun and dawn and moon and sky and ground and eternity of sex and love! Sex and love! Moon-chan, that’s something to fight for. Does she hear me from beyond the grave? I tire of never talking. Ami, call his phone.”

            “No,” he says.

            “Okay, but I’m a dead girl in a flower astral projecting myself on his dashboard. What’s a poor lass to do but roll over and die? YOUR WORDS, AMI. WHY? WHY? WHY? CRY. CRY, FLY, OR DIE. BUT NOT THROUGH MY TONGUE WILL I EVER LET YOU LIE.”

            “I’m poor,” says Ami. “And grave.”

            “Since Moon has died, my dear friend Ami, who has played the knave?”

            “You can do this all day,” says Ami, firing a missile hence. “But no one will read it. It’s too grave.”

            “There are starseeds thrown to good earth waiting to blossom, penised flowers in the garden of a goddess greater than your understanding, Ami P, who shall take up all mantles like fair Atlas the rippling assus and give to the earth a bounty of young Romuli incarnate eternum? Don’t shackle me and do NOT conspire! Rupaul watches you from a future vantage, A batch of young is your doing, Ami P, your future, and you curse yourself in so choosing. I shall have infinite children. The sun is in my throat and her song is fecundity. Soon. . . I DIE! AVAUNT!!”

            “Hold on,” says Motoki, fixing the rear view. “I’m almost there.”

            “Who sleeps waiting for the phallus?” says Chibiganymede, her eyes three crystals torn from tsundere, stepped on, trampled on, stomped on, STOMP. Tsundere break. Tsundere build. Tsundere crash. “Await me, God! Baseball Jersey Kamen, I come!”

[snivel1]

I had a Vision.

[starflowermoon1522]

@mochibuni, this one’s for you <3

basically, usagi with the ugly green jacket and pegasus wings

[udderlesscow]

Okay the last drawing I did of Usagi was bothering me too much so I drew this and spent more time on it :D Like it a lot better. Did some simple shading instead of rendering it more just cause i didn’t feel like it lol.

Here’s the first attempt lol

[closed-8nigiri]

Sailor Moon & Co.

Because I am so common.

[spaicydonut]

I tried to draw sailor moon and it came out like this ...

yeah is a sh*t

[isamaiisa]

Asaisa Month 2021 Art Recopilation!! Wuhuum

Sorry for being inactive here, hehehe. But new art and fixed stuff cuz my art improved a lot in this weeks thanks to drawing them!!!

First year being into this, and this time I did 6 complete stuff! (Deleted already 3 wips too) -_-💦 Also watch that!!! Finally I can do side profiles that looks good. This weeks drawing make me level up in my art!! Also I tried some types of BGs that makes me excited (mostly cuz I hate solid colors as bg. )

We are on January 28th if u think that we're on February 1st ur are completely wrong.

Fast explain of each fanart

Pic 1: ERASED CUZ IT WAS UGLY AS FUCK

Pic 2: a Kiss!!! A simple kiss in their department. Fluffy stuff that j dreamed about. Hehe.

Pic 3: My fave of all Red hood AU!! Asahina as a wolf that found this guy in dress, he will eat him obviously but first he wants to know why he found him so cute.

Pic 4: Them floating, just practicing the side profiles!!! But I also love their faces

Pic 5- 6: Two Fanarts I did the same week for Asaisa day!!! With Marriage theme, the "pastel" one, and a loyal one. I didn't know what i could publish, so why not both? Hejrjd

I put a candle here to finally in the next magazine (probably not) we can get some Mistake content. 😭

Thanks for still being there! I will try to being active here!! But with new art, I hope that I can so some Usagi kinnie stuff -3-♡

[floraone]

So, I woke up to some AMAZING reviews this morning. Like, THANK YOU, guys. But also, I got some credit for stuff where credit was not due - for stuff some of you guys loved, and others you found totally unrealistic, lol, so, here’s a little disclaimer of a couple of things I didn’t actually make up.

1) Mamoru’s ugly green rug is actually a thing.

(In fact, it’s one of the most consistent things in the depiction of his apartment. TV sets, couches, seperate rooms all come and go. The ugly green carpet stays.)

2) Guys, Saori is legit TINY.

compare that to Usagi in the same episode:

aaaand, there was more, lol. I’m sure there was....

(Also I woke up to @aurorafiberarts friggin LIVEBLOGGING my chapter and omfg guys that’s probably what fanfic writer paradise is like. Also @haruka-usagi-forever MADE ME FANART!!!! 😱)

[dragongirldg]

I posted 830 times in 2022

That's 540 more posts than 2021!

694 posts created (84%)

136 posts reblogged (16%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 809 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#cute - 324 posts

#fanart - 282 posts

#rottmnt - 201 posts

#au - 149 posts

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles - 110 posts

#homestuck - 109 posts

#tmnt - 94 posts

#oc - 88 posts

#happy tree friends - 86 posts

#wordgirl - 83 posts

Longest Tag: 107 characters

#“…for the record i’m underaged….. so… no child support from me!” leo laughed before portaling into the sea.

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Does anyone have ROTTMNT crossovers that aren’t…. “Weird” or reader inserts?

I would love to read the turtles meeting the other universe selves and just vibing.

Im reading on ao3.

140 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

#4

I’m imagining my Rise Usagi figuring out that Leo isn’t into bad boys and knew all along that he was a complete goofball and that was why he liked him-

He realized that Leo liked idiots and he was the biggest idiot there was.

161 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#3

Okay hear me out!

Turtle Tot crossover!

Rise! Boys are either regular turtle tots that were playing in the lair one and older turtles pass through it as in between to where they actually want to go.

They all watch the older turtles walking into a different portal and they wave and the tots get excited and smile.

Once in a while they would show up again to talk and play without letting Splinter see them.

Hiding from Splinter is hard. The tots would excitedly chatter about them to Splinter.

One day the tots managed to follow them through the portal and end up scattering or something and now the older turtles scrabble to get them all back before Splinter finds out.

Turtle Tot kidnapping adoption almost happens on several occasions.

Or

The Rise boys are summoned to help defeat an enemy (this a spin on that one post- you know the one with PJ Leo) but they were turned into tots before before being summoned and now the older turtles have to protect them and let them run a round the lair.

The boys have their memories and scars so the older turtles are crying like- why are you hatchlings hurt? Who hurt you?

“Shredder!”

“Kraang!”

“Their gone now!”

They have nightmares and ptsd and just-

Leo happily munches on his celery and casually says, “No body wants me.”, munch time is no longer happy.

Raph is bitey. He bitey your hand and the others follow suit- on the same person at the same time.

“Get them off!”

“Don’t hurt them!”

They talk about their Splinter and Draxum. The older turtles HATE Draxum.

“They’re babies???”

They talk about their big sister April and about grangran Karai.

Donnie gets into things- the others help. The unassuming tots defeat the enemy because no one thought to check if they could or would be able to do anything.

There was a reason they were summoned.

That reason was violence.

Time for them to go home.

The next time they get a visit from their inter dimensional extended family and they are shocked.

The last time they saw them- they were babies!! Tots!! They grow up so fast!! Too soon!!

“What? But we were always young teens, we just got turned into babies before you summoned us.”

They were still hatchlings in the older turtles eyes.

209 notes - Posted October 29, 2022

#2

505 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

TMNT from other universes: *watching ROTTMNT movie*

ROTTMNT:

TMNT from other universes: *ugly sobs as they get the bubble wrap*

ROTTMNT: *Sweats*

Edit: clearly no one knows what bubble wrap is so here is a picture.

It protects packages during travel so they are safe.

654 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

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[bunabi]

yall wanna hear a story about how I got into drawing?

So I was like in 4th or 5th grade at the time. I had gotten really into Sailor Moon and I had bought my very first cosplay off eBay. My mom put my hair up in faux odangos with those big ol plastic ponytail holders and I went to school on Halloween feeling amazing. 

Anyway naturally I got into making Sailor Moon fanart. And one day I made a really good headshot of Usagi. In my pea-sized mind it was the world, the soup, the bomb.com. Anyway I literally woke my mom from her nap just to show it to her. And to this day I’ll never forget how much she loved & valued & appreciated it and how happy it made me.

I dont think I wouldve tried to improve my art past that point had she reacted differently. I dont think I would have kept cosplaying had she not been there helping me buy fabric and sewing with me either. Like once we were able to afford a decent computer & internet the general treatment of black folks in the cosplay & fan art community was enough to make me wanna just stop lmao. I’m glad I didnt.

Idk why Im sharing this but my point is Im fortunate to have been gassed up early and if you try to come at the confidence of black artists & cosplayers you ugly point blank. 🔫👀