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That feeling when your family asks about books you have in the making yet you don’t want to tell them about any of them
Uhhh about halfway finished with this or so? Featuring everyone's favorite toxic straights I mean obviously Felix is based more off of a cat but it still works, he needs to be neutered tho
Here’s some things I’ve made but will probably never finish lol
WIP, it's taking a while because of a lot of layers for each section of the art
Sketches of the main trio. Will color them soon!
Alright so heres the complete wip yeah i know eyes are very different its just very difficult for me to actually get good proportions done on my phone
me when we gettin hella ornate. fuckin elegant as fuck. gettin so goddamn lavish in this bitch.
but also i have the rest to finish.
Have a half-finished Choso for the day.
I’m probably gonna do a small series of JJK characters in cute street clothes, but obvi I had to start with my sweetest most precious baby boy (he’s a fully grown man).
After Cho, I’ll either draw Yuji or my OC Yume, then continue down the list of the main cast.
Also here are some of the process pics hehe.
Robin Painting Wip !!
Any WIPs you feel like talking about?
So, I've actually been putting off answering this ask for a good while due to some low self esteem issues when it comes to the type of art that I've been making and what I've been up to. So! When it comes to personal Projects I've began work on a series of paintings sort of representing my feelings about what it's like to figure out that you're trans. Currently I only have two sketches one of which I will be censoring for viewer degression. The first image being something I would like to keep to view interpretation. The second is a nude self portrait because fuck you I can do what I want.
I've also been working on some pinups of one of my character's, mostly because I'm bored and partially because I want to improve at my proportions. My current goal when it comes to my artwork as we speak is just to improve and get better.
I've also been hard at work on some commissions and other projects which will be displayed once they're finished. A while ago I made a first page for a comic that I wanted to make about two priests entering a liminal horror cathedral of sorts. I want to go back to making that comic when the time comes, but I feel as if I've been sitting on a mountain of comics/graphic novel short stories for a very long time and I want to be able to actually get them released and Published when I can. Thank you all for being so patient with my bullshit, I will be posting more art soon I promise, life has gotten easier and harder in many ways and the next time I start work on something I will let yall know.
currently have a lot of story prompts in mind but i can’t get myself to write them yet T^T
Sneak Peek!
I'm finally getting back to these WIPs again. I have a lot of Fall-themed ones that have been sitting in my laptop since last year. Burn-out got me then but thankfully I've been managing better this season. So excited to be working on these again!
If all goes well, I'll be able to post these and a few others soon :)
Reworking an animatic I was initially gonna scrap.
I heard you liked ideas for drawings…
How bout this???
WIP.... TEEHEE
My head tells me to rot for love and my heart craves for freedom.
—Farrah Randolph
Dumping this here because no one reads it on Wattpad lol.
Trigger Warning: Death
"I promise."
The words rang out for the millionth time that day.
When my little Star struggled to keep her beautiful Hazel eyes open, with the anesthesia setting in, those had been my last words to her.
When she'd wanted to know if we were going to be okay again, I had responded with a soft kiss to her forehead, and a promise I could never fulfill.
When she'd wanted nothing but the truth, I had given her hope, that this nightmare would end in three hours, that we'd be able to go living our dream lives again.
Three hours passed by. Another three followed. And then, a whole day.
The misery seemed never to end.
I barely registered the words of the people that seemingly cared for my Stella. My little star had been suffering for months, when all these people, selfish and shallow, offered only their condolences.
Halfway through the funeral, when my mother was offering her own perspective of my daughter's life, of her strength, I let my feet carry me away from the madhouse, and into the green woods, in search of a little peace. Away from the judgemental stares, away from the people who claimed to care.
She had no one in her hour of need. No one but me. And I failed her.
I am— I was her mother, her guardian, her role-model, her best friend, and I... of all the people in the world had failed her.
I wished hell to damn me for it.
Night had fallen when I discovered myself to be sitting on the rock she used to be found sitting on every time she sneaked out. The moon glinted off the dark water at my feet, more menacing for some reason than comforting.
I stared back at the woman looking at me from the water. Her eyes were hollow, lifeless.
Pain clenched its cold, stone hand around my heart as I remembered the last time I saw her. I saw my angel, lying on the white sheets of her bed, surrounded by bouquets of flowers that were incomparable to her beauty. My Stella looked so beautiful, just like she always had been, with her lively spirit and fiery quips. Yet, she had never been that quiet before.
I opened my eyes. My heart jumped to my throat. She was there. Wearing a white veil that concealed her face, she stared at me, her beautiful eyes screaming in agony.
"You had promised."
A promise that I couldn't keep.
When my little star gestured for me to follow her, with the promise of another chance, I didn't hesitate.
Criticism is welcome. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it.
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Gay enemies-to-lovers but they're petty as fuck so when one kills the other's prey, the other throws him out naked.