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God what am I doing?

edit: im a dumbass and forgot to include the link

when they go from this:

Keith tries to keep his elbows tucked to avoid making contact with Lance but it’s increasingly difficult because when Lance talks, he uses his hands as an extension of his mouth....

to this:

Their fingers intertwine, and Lance internally marvels at the feel of Keith’s gloves, the soft worn leather smooth against his palm.

“Is this… is this okay?” Keith’s words almost fade into the night. 

I REALLY ENJOYED DRAWING WITH THIS BRUSH SO.....YEAH

wait for the series of icons with mlp chars :333✨️✨️

omg I decided to try and draw a human character!!! and it's non other than Kel from Omori, my favorite <)🥞

they're girlfriends

im sorry for not posting, like AT ALL

but heres a lil peek at a screenshot redraw im doing from the wild robot [not sure if ill finish it, guess we’ll have to see]

[COMING SOON]

Heheh oc content :]

Ok so not stanley parable related BUT I really wanted to post this mandela catalogue wip because I actually really like how the hands turned out hshsjsks

I've been drawing a lot lately.

More or less on the same project?

Anyways, here, have a teaser, whoever sees this:

Just the eyes because... yes!

As always, if you have any suggestions, questions, or comments about this drawing, please let me know! Especially the eyes are difficult for me, so I would greatly appreciate any feedback!

Have a great day everyone!

(I'm thinking about making them less red, honestly)

Would anyone like to see a sneak peek at my book I’m currently writing? I want to share it with people, so I guess here is good for that :)

I now have a rivalry with drawing shoes, here is someone entirely new to Ibis Paint trying to sketch and do lineart for a WIP compressed into 1 minute. Sorry for any flickering from looking back and forth on layers

I'm making the thing for my sister

you will not be seeing the finished thing till tomorrow but you can see this

Its pumkaboo in case yah could tell and the very first one is grumpy bear. Its for my sisters for Halloween since I don't see them often.

A DnD Art WIP

I've been so inactive recently but that's cause I took a break from drawing and posting for the holidays then got sick, ain't that life lolol. I've not got anything finished recently but thought to share a quick wip I'm working on sooooooooo here you go!!

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WIP

A little update with many little illustrations ~

All my work is w.i.p right now because I'm in the depths of Phoenix's flames (hell)

was wanting to make a kind of monster version of Yso for some time, i like it so far

gorl showing up duck thing to robot

Kiribaku month day 5: long distance work in progress

I skipped day 4 cuz I didn't feel like drawing what I have planned.

Anyway, I'm bad a backgrounds so yeah...

@kiribakumonth2019

But Tooru had to, somehow, have the bad luck of attracting the soul-searching eyes of pretty Ushijima Wakatoshi with his taciturn nature, dry wit and soothing quiet; an ass of epic proportions simply because Tooru cannot figure out for the life of him, how a Wizard of Ushiwaka’s stand can be so terribly unimaginative and dull.

It’s off-putting to say the least and if Tooru hates anything then it’s a) people who are better than him and b) especially if they have nothing that makes them stand out from an average crowd of Wizards in The Consortium.

Traits which unfortunately also apply to Ushijima Wakatoshi.

It’s one of the reasons he doesn’t quite know what to do with Satori.

Aside from the fact that Tooru is pretty certain that he shouldn’t be caught dead with the redhead who has been excised from The Consortium at thirteen, he knows that was Satori has is special.

Tooru doesn’t know what it is, but it’s…

It has bite.

It has teeth.

There’s a prickle of something metallic and acidulously dangerous at the back of Tooru’s tongue every time he gets to witness Satori’s Magic up close and personal.

Most days, thinking about Satori makes him angry.

Magic breathes against her, Arcana soothing her overwrought skin. The night is alive with Kaos’ winds howling like possessed things- like it’s time for the Oskoreia. The House trembles under her fingertips, walls bracing against a growing pressure, humming with power. Her nerves are raw, her ears too conscious of every loud rush of wind.

She moves on bare feet, silent as a shadow even in the confines of her own home. Guttering candlelight meets the shifting shadows of outside branches against the old tapestry on their walls, warping the home she’s known for so long eerily unfamiliar. Her heartbeat jumps with the first roll of thunder overhead, her hands tremble against the wall as she splays her fingers over the moving facsimiles of trees on the cold tapestry.

The House hums under her skin. Agitated. Like a current waiting to find expression. The hum of galvanization before something pops- sparks- releases.

Hitoka tastes metal.

Nothing is set in stone and all that. But he has a really good feeling about that.

Tooru groans, loud and frustrated, and dramatically throws himself over the steps at his back. Proper, respectful Consortium Wizard rolling around in the streets like a five-year old.

His tabby Princess has slipped onto the pavement between Satori’s knees. She licks her paws, smooths them over her ears and her face- left first. Entirely unbothered by the flamboyant man next to them.

A Princess that doesn’t bother with the jester.

Urgh. That moment when you think you're ready and prepared to finally publish that story you've been working on only to hit Publish and then realise that it's really nowhere near fuck'n finished and you need to delete it again so you can rewrite all of it.

“Alright, Princess,” he mutters, when he finally feels the first tendrils of The Hive reaching for him and his eyes alight on the red-yellow sign of one of their street-level eateries.

He shifts her so she can burrow deeper into his hold. “If you ever had any fleas, the river drowned them good and I don’t have to be disappointed that a life on the street made it hard for you to uphold your royal standards.”

A wet, cold, nose presses against his collarbone in response and Satori feels it when she tucks herself carefully into the space he gives her. A warm, gentle weight pressing right against the beat of his soft, dumb, heart- already nine-tenths in love with her.

Because I need the writing-juice in my rl rather than for fanfic rn but still want to stick with the story I'm working on I thought: let's make a moodboard (or sixty)

but then i tried to look up city rivers and just

...what is it with all your aesthetic pretty blue rivers making happy little bends around the city?!

Where is my murky, wouldn't jump into it, green, icky city river?!

116 pages of shit-all-first-draft done fuck yeah.

Tooru snaps his notebook shut with a tense face. “Again?” he snipes. “I already agreed about the front-“

“Not that,” Satori languidly interrupts the man before he can fly into another one of his rages. “But I mean, how we tried to get a look at it.”

Tooru narrows his eyes. “You also already expressed your displeasure over my idea of getting a higher vantage point,” he hisses. “Loudly.”

Well.

It did get them thrown into the damn river so Satori would really like to emphasize that it wasn’t just pettiness that had urged him to that particular folly. But that’s not the point right now. 

“You gotta stop this, princess,” he sighs as he feels the weight of her small body spreading over his feet.

The tabby looks up at him with a slow, content blink as she oozes herself all over his shoes.

“I’m gonna pick you up and bring you home if you’re not careful, and you don’t even know what kind of man I am,” he lectures her, “that’s no way to find yourself a human.” But even as he chides her, he bends, scratching her behind her dainty, bright ears.

She pushes into his touch, eyes closing into a content cat-smile and Satori can’t help but echo the sentiment.

His phone vibrates off the ledge and drops on his nose with tear-jerking insistence.

Fucker.

Satori rolls over with the grace of a half-dead street rat before he sits up, feet touching the clean, cold concrete of his apartment. Tenderly he rubs at his face, fingers prodding as he inhales deeply through his sore nose.