#but im really looking forward to rendering this :)))

[astronite13]

day 18 ♪

[razberrypuck]

FIRST TEASER FOR THE FNAF 2 MOVIE❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️

[somethingsketchy3]

so i heard it was gazebo day yesterday…👀👀👀 whoopsie daisy i missed it.

gosh darn it, guess i gotta make up for it by fully rendering this sketch that i really, really liked (when time permits lmao) oh phooey :)

[tired-demonspawn]

nothing was more disappointing than learning the antlers arent real

[strxnged]

pov ur trying to write a confession scene but you keep putting off the actual confession because ew

[vetyr]

hi, i ireally love your work and i don't know if you've answered this before but, what kinds of studies do you do or how did you learn color theory? i wanna get better at rendering and anatomy but im having trouble TT TT

Hi! Long answer alert. Once a chatterbox, always a chatterbox.

When I started actively learning how to draw about 10 1/2 years ago, I exclusively did graphite studies in sketchbooks. Here's a few examples—I mostly stuck to doing line drawings to drill basic shapes/contours and proportions into my brain. The more rendered sketches helped me practice edge control & basic values, and they were REALLY good for learning the actual 3D structure behind what I was drawing.

I'd use reference images that I grabbed from fitness forums, Instagram, Tumblr, Pinterest, and some NSFW places, but you could find adequate ref material from figure drawing sites like Line of Action. LoA has refs for people (you can filter by clothed/unclothed, age, & gender), animals, expressions, hands/feet, and a few other useful things as well. Love them.

Learning how to render digitally was a similar story; it helped a lot that I had a pretty strong foundation for value/anatomy going in. I basically didn't touch color at all for ~2 years (except for a few attempts at bad digital or acrylic paint studies), which may not have been the best idea. I learned color from a lot of trial and error, honestly, and I'm pretty sure this process involved a lot of imitation—there were a number of digital/traditional painters whose styles I really wanted to emulate (notably their edge control, color choices, value distributions, and shape design), so I kiiind of did a mixture of that + my own experimentation.

For example, I really found Benjamin Björklund's style appealing, especially his softened/lost edges & vibrant pops of saturated color, so here's a study I did from some photograph that I'm *pretty* sure was painted with him in mind.

Learning how to detail was definitely a slow process, and like all the aforementioned things (anatomy/color/edge control/values/etc.) I'm still figuring it out. Focusing on edge control first (that is, deciding on where to place hard/soft edges for emphasizing/de-emphasizing certain areas of the image) is super useful, because you can honestly fool a viewer into thinking there's more detail in a piece than there actually is if you're very economical about where you place your hard edges.

The most important part, to me, is probably just doing this stuff over and over again. You're likely not going to see improvement in a few weeks or even a few months, so don't fret about not getting the exact results you want and just keep studying + making art. I like to think about learning art as a process where you *need* to fail and make crappy art/studies—there's literally no way around it—so you might as well fail right now. See, by making bad art you're actually moving forward—isn't that a fun prospect!!

It's useful to have a folder with art you admire, especially if you can dissect the pieces and understand why you like them so much. You can study those aspects (like, you can redraw or repaint that person's work) and break down whether this is art that you just like to look at, or if it's the kind of art that you want to *make.* There's a LOT of art out there that I love looking at, probably tens of thousands of styles/mediums, but there's a very narrow range that I want to make myself.

I've mentioned it in some ask reply in the past, but I really do think looking at other artist's work is such a cheat code for improving your own skills—the other artist does the work to filter reality/ideas for you, and this sort of allows you to contact the subject matter more directly. I can think of so many examples where an artist I admired exaggerated, like, the way sunlight rested on a face and created that orange fringe around its edge, or the greys/dull blues in a wheat field, or the bright indigo in a cast shadow, or the red along the outside of a person's eye, and it just clicked for me that this was a very available & observable aspect of reality, which had up until that point gone completely unnoticed! If you're really perceptive about the art you look at, it's shocking how much it can teach you about how to see the world (in this particular case I mean this literally, in that the art I looked at fully changed the way I visually processed the world, but of course it has had a strong effect on my worldviews/relationships/beliefs).

Thanks so much for sending in a question (& for reading, if you got this far)! I read every single ask I receive, including the kind words & compliments, which I genuinely always appreciate. Best of luck with learning, my friend :)

[writtenapoiogy]

sudden desire | chapter one >>> next chapter

satoru gojo x f!reader (18+) SMUT, angst, & fluff

art by linobii_

chap wc; 4.2k

chap warnings; nsfw, 18+, smut, MINORS DNI, making out, implied sex, dry humping, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, protected sex, praise kink, some degradation in there too..., miscommunication, talk about feelings, angst, some yelling, some stuff i probably forgot!

a/n; hiiii so i had some time off work and was just able to write and im so glad i was able to get this out! i always get shy about my writing right when i post it so please comment and leave some love if you enjoy it!! thank you!<333

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You were laid out on your couch in nothing but an old t-shirt and your underwear. Phone in one hand and wine glass in the other. You scrolled through the bridal party group chat as you sipped on your favorite wine. Your best friend and soon to be sister in law, Mira, had just sent the link for your bridesmaid dresses. And yes you heard that right, your best friend was getting married to your brother.

You were extremely excited for them and expected this when they told you that they were seeing each other two years ago. Your brother, Suguru, thought you’d be furious with him but you were extremely happy for the both of them. You’d seen them both go through terrible relationships and this was like a breath of fresh air.

You also couldn’t be mad when you were actively sleeping with your brothers best friend, Satoru, for the past few months now could you?

You don’t even know how it happened really. You were out drinking with them and then Satoru had offered to take you home since you were a little tipsy. Then you were in his car on your way home and you were stealing what you thought were just mere glances but you were actually staring at him with nothing but lust behind your eyes.

And Satoru believed himself to be strong but right in that moment, when his eyes met yours, you rendered him weak. A sudden desire shivered through his entire being.

Satoru turned the car off and pulled the key out of the ignition. “Don’t look at me like that..”

You felt emboldened by the alcohol floating through your system so you moved closer to him—your face mere inches away from his. “Why not? Hmm?” You ran your thumb underneath the sleeve of his shirt, so that you were caressing his skin.

He tempted himself and looked down at you, his piercing blue eyes met you lust laden one’s. Your puffy lips begged to be kissed. Your flushed face. Pleading eyes. ‘Because of Suguru.’ He wanted to say but to hell with him when you were looking at him this desperately.

“And don’t say because of Suguru… Cause he isn’t here.” You brought your hand up to the back of his head and ran your fingers down his undercut. “Oh, c’mon, ‘Toru.”

He surged forward and pressed his lips against yours, placing his hands alongside your cheeks. Your eyes fluttered shut and you brought your hands over his. You couldn’t help the moan that slipped from your lips at his spontaneity.

Satoru immediately pulled away from you and placed his hand to his mouth. “I’m sorry.” He couldn’t cross that line.

You frowned. “Why are you sorry?”

“Because you’re drunk and-” You shut him up by placing your lips against his again. Your hands sat on his face this time. He faltered before placing his hands on your hips and griping the fabric of your skirt as the kiss deepened. This is something Satoru had thought about countless times since you went to college and broke out of your shell.

“I’m not drunk. I’m not sober, but I’m not drunk.” You giggled against his lips and he felt his heart stutter. “You wanna walk me in?”

“Of course.” He stumbled out of the car. As you waited for him to open the door for you, you took a deep breath. Did that really just happen?

Satoru opened the passenger door and held his hand out to you like the gentleman he is. An electrifying shock ran through the both of you when you placed your hand in his.

You walked up to your apartment door with the tall man trailing closely behind you. The closer you got to the door the more nervous you got. You didn’t know where this was going but you liked the way it started.

You slowly unlocked your door and cracked it just slightly before turning around to face your brothers best friend. “Would you like to to come in?”

The last time he was in your apartment was four months ago when you had moved in and even then he wasn’t there with you alone, Suguru was there too—he was always there. “Do you want me to come in?” He brought his hand to the back of his head, playing with his hair nervously. He didn’t want you to feel like you had to do something you didn’t want to.

Your eyes moved from his striking blues down to his plush pink lips. “Yeah.” You smirked and gripped the front of his shirt, dragging him into your apartment.

Satoru did tell Suguru he would get you home safe and well you are home and safe. He pushed you against the door by your shoulders than his hands caged you between him and the door. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes.” You’d been fantasizing about this man since you were sixteen years old. Of course your answer was yes.

“Are you sure?” He said in a hushed tone, moving your hair behind your shoulder. “Cause once I get my hands on you I won’t be able to stop myself.”

His words went straight down to your core. “Yeah…” You placed your hands on his chest. “I’m sure.”

Satoru placed one hand on your lower back and the other on the back of your head and brought you completely up against him. His mouth immediately found your lips in a slow searing kiss. His tongue slipped in and graced yours.

You moaned as you became pliant in his hands. You opened your lips letting his tongue delve deeper into your warm mouth.

The night faded into sexual sounds and sensual touches as he brought you to the finish line more than three times. Once you were both spent and wrapped in your sweaty sheets the realization settled in.

What just happened?

What this would mean for you. For the both of you.

You both laid there in silence. The only sound coming from your fan in the corner of the room.

“Suguru can’t find out.” Satoru spoke into the silence.

“I know.” You considered something else. “What does this mean for….me and you.” You felt shy all of the sudden like this man didn’t just have you in the most intimate way.

“I don’t think I can go back to being just casual with you.” And he truly couldn’t, not after having your taste on his tongue. He considered himself ruined.

“I don’t think I can either.. I don’t want to.”

At that he finally turned and looked at you. Admiring your flushed cheeks and swollen lips. “Well, um, we don’t have to?”

You turned your head to meet his gaze, “What do you mean?”

The white haired man placed his hand on your cheek and dragged his thumb down across your bottom lip. “How would you feel about a friends with benefits situation?"

This wasn’t something you ever thought about. But much wouldn’t change, right? “If only you’re exclusively sleeping with me, Satoru. And always use protection. I also don’t want to deal with a pregnancy right now. I’m on birth control but I just graduated and I have so much of my life ahead of me. And I’m rambling.. I just want to be safe.”

Satoru smiled and placed a kiss to your forehead before following with a salute to you. “Scouts honor!”

You giggled at his silly behavior then your features softened to a more serious look. “I’ve never done something like this before.”

“Me neither, but, hey whats the worst that can happen?”

You could fall deeply in love with Satoru Gojo. That, that is one thing that could happen.

The key turning in your lock brought you back from your reminiscence.

“Oh. Boo,” Satoru frowned, “you started without me.” He said as he looked at the open wine bottle and your nearly empty glass.

“This is me giving you a head start ‘Toru. Half a glass for me is like two full ones for you.” You spoke nonchalantly. A few things on your mind. Your future. Your love life and the fact that its borderline nonexistent. Could you even consider what you and Satoru had apart of your love life?

He kicked his shoes off at the door and took his jacket off, “I am not that much of a light weight.”

He walked over to you and took in the expression on your face. He placed his hand delicately on your chin and tilted your head up. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Stuff..” You should really tell him whats bothering you but you couldn’t find the words. Not when he’s standing in front of you. Looking at you in that way. Oh so caring. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted. But you don’t know how to get out of this routine you’d built together.

The casualness of it all. He practically lived with you but you’re just friends right? Friends who fuck when the need arises. He’s your brothers best friend for gods sake. And then again your best friend is marrying your brother. You couldn’t help but let that give you a glimmer of hope.

“Well let me help take your mind off stuff, yeah?” He leaned down and placed a kiss on your soft lips.

You nodded and Satoru plopped down on the couch right beside you. He grabbed your arm and tugged. “C’mere”

You gladly crawled into his lap and ran your nails up his undercut. Receiving a soft hum from him. His hands met your hips and he slowly started to grind your hips against his, making your barely covered crotch rub roughly on his clothed half-hard cock.

You bit down on your lip desperately trying to conceal your moans. You were moaning like this over some dry humping how pathetic. You brought your head down to his shoulder and mewled as you joined him by grinding down harder on his length.

Satoru let out a deep chuckle. “So what had you in deep thought, baby?” Baby, that damn pet name. He went from calling you kid every time he saw you to whispering that in your ear during times he shouldn’t. Times when the two of you were right next to your brother. Even times when you weren’t fucking which just made the pet name that more intimate.

And each time he said it made your underwear dampen and your heart flutter all at once.

“M-my future,” you sputtered out in between little whimpers you let out every time his cock nudged your touch starved clit.

“What you got to worry about? Hmm?” He said breathlessly.

“I’m-mmm,” you had begun but you cut yourself off when a moan threatened to leave you agape mouth. “Mm runnin’ out of time.”

“Time for what my smart girl?” Your walls clamped down on absolutely nothing when the endearing term left his lips. “You have an amazing job. A stunning apartment. You got me. Seems like you got everything you need, baby.” He thrusted his hips up roughly towards the end of his statement.

How could you possibly not take his words as absolute? When this felt so right. His words numbing your brain and his cock sending shivers up your spine. “N-need. Mmmm. Need you i-in me, ‘Toru.”

“That right?” He rasped against your ear. “C’mon needy, lay your head back on the arm rest for me.” And you listened as he guided you out of his lap and onto the couch.

Satoru was quick to place himself in between your legs. He sat on his knees in front of you. He lifted one of your legs and kissed the crevice underneath your knee all the way down to your clothed core. You took a sharp inhale as you waited for his next move then he smirked at you as he moved and repeated his ministrations on your other leg.

This time when he came into contact with your heat you lifted your hips and rubbed your covered clit against his nose.

Satoru chuckled at your eagerness. “Wine always makes you so slutty…” You couldn’t help but giggle at his words. He dragged his finger down the lace covering your slit. “Yeah? My little slut.” You felt yourself dampen at his words. He latched his index and middle fingers underneath the side of your underwear and tugged.

He threw the flimsy piece of fabric behind him and placed a sweet kiss to your clit.

A gasp escaped from your lips when he dragged his tongue from your sopping wet entrance to your clit. He greedily wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and started to lightly suck. He groaned at the taste of you on his tongue.

You laced your fingers through his pillow soft hair as he continued to assault your cunt with his devious tongue. Over the time you two had been sleeping together he came to know your body very well.

He spat on your cunt and watched it trickle down to you needy hole before he inserted two of his lengthy digits into your wet heat—instantly hitting that spot deep inside of you. You had to throw your hand over your mouth to stop a scream from ringing in the room.

He pumped his fingers in tandem with his tongue lapping at your clit. Satoru brought his unoccupied hand up to swat yours away from your mouth.

He brought you to the edge so fast you barely had time to keep up. As you finally tipped over the peak—your pleasure ripped through your body. Your thighs begun to shake and a sultry moan slipped off your tongue.

Satoru slowly removed his fingers from you once your first orgasm of the night had subsided. He climbed up your body and kissed you with all teeth and tongue.

He made your body feel like it was on fire. Every where his lips touched, his hands touched. The fire he lit within you was all consuming. And you would gladly let it consume you. You would let him consume you.

He pushed himself up and you trailed your lips down his jaw and neck as he reached over to grab a condom out of the side table. You quickly made work of freeing him from the confines of his pants. He chuckled at how needy you were for him.

“Fuck.” A sharp gasp fell from his pink lips when your soft hand wrapped around his length. You started to drag the head of his uncovered cock through your folds and his hips jutted. “Y-you can’t do that.”

“Why not,” you pouted. You’ve contemplated forgoing a condom multiple times but better judgment always won.

He shuffled around so that he was level with your face and he moved your hand so he could roll the condom down his length. “Because it already takes everything in me not to fuck you bare. Per your request.” He responded as he lifted your right leg straight up so that your ankle was next to his neck.

If you were mine it wouldn’t matter. You so desperately wanted to say. You lost your train of thought when he began to sink into you. You couldn’t help the gasp that fell from your mouth at the stretch of him entering you. Even with him preparing you, he was still quite large.

His grip on your thigh tightened when he bottomed out. He sat still for a second, letting you adjust. His eyes stayed on yours as he finally started to move—taking you apart piece by piece.

“S-shit,” you moaned. The position he had you in was almost too much. It felt too good. He was hitting that sweet spot inside of you with each thrust. Your hands flew to his shirt and balled the fabric in between your hands as some sort of leverage.

“You feel so good, baby. Always feel so good f’me.” His free hand that wasn’t gripping your thigh fell in between your legs and started to rub tantalizing circles around your sensitive clit. Satoru’s eyes soon followed his hand as he watched his cock fuck its way in and out of your tight cunt. That delicious push and pull. The sight pushed him embarrassingly close to his edge.

He picked up the pace of his thrusts and his thumb against your clit and the most obscene noises started to flow off your tongue. “Sat-ah! Oh, fuck.” Your eyes slammed shut as it all became too much. The feeling of him inside your slick walls, the smell of him, of the both of you, his eyes—his everything. “Mmm, you feel so good. So big.”

“Yeah? You close?” He huffed out after a deep groan erupted from him. He was close and he could tell you were too. “Open your eyes. Let me see you, pretty.”

You pryed your eyes open and he leaned down closer into your space. He hovered right over your face, his lips ghosting over yours. “There she is. That’s my girl.”

You mewled at his words. “I lo-,” You could barely speak with the sounds that were leaving your mouth. “I love-, Fuck!”

“You love my dick? Hm, baby?”

And yes, you were about to say those three little words. And you always were. You always had to stop yourself from saying I love you. But how could you not when he was looking at you like that, talking to you in that sweet and caring way. When he’s fucking you that deeply, borderline making love to you.

He started to piston his hips into you, “I’m so fucking close.” The squelching from your pussy was getting worse and that let him know you were right there with him. The head of his cock was repeatedly hitting your gspot and your walls started to flutter around him.

“Satoru!” You practically screamed as you came, hard. He followed your release shortly as he let out a groan into your mouth.

He held you still and close as he filled the condom with his come, forever wishing he was filling you up instead.

But you were right then and it is something he always remembers. You deserve to have a family with someone worthy and he was not. Satoru doesn’t think he’d ever be worthy or deserving of love from you. That you would even think to love someone as broken as him.

He slowly pulled out of you with a hiss. The white haired man placed a tender kiss to your forehead before he pulled away.

He went to the bathroom to toss the condom and get a cloth to clean you both up and when he came back you were fast asleep. Satoru couldn’t help but admire your soft features. He felt a slight pang in his heart as he realized that this wouldn’t be his forever.

The next morning you woke in a daze. You went from being on the couch to your bed. Assuming Satoru carried you there, no doubt.

You dragged yourself out of the bed and headed to your bathroom to get ready for the day. And that is when your brain started to bother you again.

The two of you had been doing this for two years now. He was everywhere in your apartment, his toothbrush, his stupid mint mouthwash that you couldn’t help but taste every time you kissed him. You could smell his body wash in the air.

That is exactly why you always caught yourself almost confessing your love to him. The normalcy of it all. The way you two moved when no one was around was exactly that of a couple. But you would be a fool to think he felt the same way. At the end of the day, you were still his best friends little sister and just an easy lay.

You sat down at your island with a cup of coffee and your laptop in front of you, the shopping cart with your bridesmaid dress loaded up. You would marry Satoru, that much you were sure of. You would start a family with him. You wanted it all with him.

As you finished out the transaction, you got a text from Satoru.

satoru ;p: You down to watch a movie tonight? And this time we can actually watch the movie.

You found yourself smiling at his text but you needed to have a talk with him. This was putting a mental toll on you. A ‘will they wont they’ in your own life and it was getting a little frustrating.

Best case scenario is he’s willing to take that leap with you and you tell Suguru and everyone’s happy for you.

Worst case scenario is he doesn’t want to take that leap with you and you two break things off.

or Worst worst case scenario is he does want to take that leap and Suguru’s not happy about it.

That’s not that bad? Right? You could live with that. And you could at least give it a try. Or else you’d be stuck in this limbo.

you: yeah and i need to talk to you about something

On the other side of town Satoru was spinning around in his desk chair, his nerves were through the roof.

Did you find someone?

Were you about to end this agreement?

He knew this would happen one day. He just didn’t expect it to happen right now.

You were sitting on your couch waiting for Satoru to come over. Eight o’clock tonight he said. And it was eight fifteen, but who were you to assume he’d be on time.

When he finally walked in you greeted him at the door, “Hey.” He placed a kiss on your forehead as he took off his shoes.

“Movie first or talk first?” A nervous chuckle followed his statement.

You started to fidget with the bracelet on your wrist. Your favorite piece of jewelry, actually. The one Satoru had gotten you for you last birthday. You were nervous too.

You didn’t want this to end but the line between just sleeping together and actually being together started to blur and that was a dangerous thing. “Can we talk first?”

He nodded, “Go ahead.”

You didn’t know what to say. You tried to plan before he got here but just thinking about it made you anxious. “Is this still just sex to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean this,” you move your hand back and forth between the two of you. “Us.”

“I mean what we have is always gonna be different than a regular hook up. We’re friends.” Satoru answered.

“Satoru you have clothes here. Your toothbrush too. I even by that specific mouthwash you like just so you have it here. We cook together. And we kiss and makeout and fuck. Does that not feel like more to you.”

Of course it does. That first moment he kissed you it did. “Does it have to?”

You felt your heart crack at his words. He doesn’t view this the same as you. You were realizing that much. “It does to me. And I want more than that. I want you.”

“We can’t.” He ran his hands up and down his face in frustration.

“Or you mean you don’t want to.”

He said your name softly. “That’s not what I’m saying. We can’t. We can’t go farther than this.”

“Why. Give me one good fucking reason why we can’t if you want this too.”

“Suguru.”

You scoffed at his response. “Of course. I should’ve known, right. I should’ve known it would always come back to that. To him.”

“I can’t betray him like that.” He couldn’t lose the one person whose been family to him through it all. But that just might mean he’ll lose the best thing that ever could’ve happened to him—you.

“If that’s how you see it then news flash Satoru, you already have.” You shoved your index fingers against his chest. “That first night we slept together. That night when you came into my bed and fucked me you betrayed him.” You words were filled with fierce venom. You didn’t think before you spoke and you were hurting him. Of course that isn’t what you wanted but you were so tired of that being what was getting in the way of you two.

“So that’s it then?” Now he’s the one motioning between the two of you. “Our agreement. This relationship is done?”

“Satoru, I’m twenty-three. My best friend who is my age is getting married. I’m already behind. I can’t keep wasting my time being a secret when I could be falling in love and starting a family. If this isn’t what you want. If I’m not what you want, then yeah. It’s done.”

“Okay.” Satoru nodded his head and slipped his shoes back on. He headed back to his car and sat there as a few hot tears slid down his cheek. He just lost the best thing he never had and he knew that but he didn’t know what else he was supposed to have done.

You stood there for a few moments in the silence before you decided to call it a night and head to bed. Your tears flooded your pillow that night as you thought of what could’ve been. A life with Satoru. But you needed to do what was best for you.

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[elpurata-victim]

spent my time tonight trying to learn the magic behind @dataglitch artwork, and what i found is that... oh my god that artstyle is so evil in the best ways. i usually stay away from harsh shapes or brushes but this was really fun, ended up actually lurking outside of my comfort zone for once. this was purely a colour and rendering study (im so evil about lineart) but it was so fun wth wth, im looking forward to making some of the techniques better suited to my own artwork

[froggerland]

Asking on anon because your art is really good and I'm a bit anxious to talk to you haha... but I really REALLY love how you draw Tommy Armitage (and Tozer, my beloved) and if it isn't too much trouble I was wondering if you might do more armitozer... I'm HoH and Tommy is my blorbo because of this haha, so I thought there was no harm in asking just in case you have time!! If not that's okay I really love your art style it's amazing!!! Looking forward to seeing more of your stuff, it's fun to see what other people request!!! 🫶

Dude pls dont be scared to dm me or something i can guarantee you im 1000x times more nervous than you ;;

I’m not the same since I’ve learned that irl Armitage was 38 but ofc we’re gonna keep the twink version we got in the show. I’m just really obsessed with the whole “tommy wanting that marine dick so bad” so here’s Tozer giving him his marines uniform jacket bc he has his weird 1840s depression hoodie now

The vibe here is basically the “are we gonna start a second mutiny” “nah hickey will see reason” (hickey did, in fact, not see reason) scene but make it more romantical

(This accidentally turned into a fully rendered piece abdbsn but i think i’m finally finding my “formula” how to draw digitally)

[tofupixel]

Do you have any advice on how to get into pixeling larger scenes, or how you go about the process? I dabble in pixel art occasionally and am interested in pursuing it more, but whenever I try large scenes I always tend to fall flat

Love your art, by the way!

thank you!

my first step i always go get a ton of references. i think if you are struggling with pixel scenes it can help you to get some pixel art references too. for example if you arent sure how to render a tree, look it up on pixeljoint hall of fame im sure you can find something that inspires you.

this is the moodboard for my current knight crowley/statue azi piece im working on (software is called pureref btw. i have a dedicated monitor just for this but you can do transparency and overlay it if you lack space)

i think this is mostly preference but i always begin working with large areas of value/colour rather than an actual line sketch

i usually only save the wip process if im sending it to clients, so here is an example of how i worked through a commission

at this point im just going for the vibes. colour is more important and shape/size and having random pixels everywhere doesnt matter cos u can just remove them later !!

its kind of an anomaly/doomsday thing so i wanted the red sky and chaos all over

i work really quickly at this point and try for energy

just beginning to work my way through and detail things up. im still changing things around and adding more stuff in different places. its digital art so you can change things however you like, just keep moving forward

final ver sent to client after some revisions. pixel art is 99% rendering so you just need to keep pushing forward

i also want to say i did like 3+ years of sporadic studies. mostly studio ghibli and shishkin. if you have someone who inspires you you can study their work and figure out how they do it.

it cant be overstated how many of these i have done lol and im still not even close to where i want to be (its a process)

anyway sorry for the long post but you really should go for it. ive done the same concept like 3 times over my career (so far) cos i enjoyed it and want to come back to it now that im a little better. so u dont have to make it perfect the first time but doing it is better than not doing it!

sorry for the long post but i kinda got carried away anyway lmk if u want more specific tips i like talking about pixel art :--3 GL with your art

[rassicas]

Hey!!! question here

i can’t seem to find. any info at ALL on fuzzy ooze besides fan theories. I was curious if there was any process of mammalisation revealed anywhere?? Im assuming not cus we only recently got sanitisation up to scratch. But is there any important info on fuzzy octos at all? CEO of splatoon lore pls help!!

i was really looking forward to the S3 artbook giving us SOMETHING about fuzzy ooze or filling in any of the numerous gaps in ROTM's story. cannot begin to express how disappointed i was when i opened up the artbook to find that THIS was the only page on fuzzy octarians

the blurb on the top can be boiled down to "why are octavio's troops in alterna? wow theyre fuzzy. do they even have any ego left?" like ok that's just. basic observations and things that were mentioned in promo materials. and we cant say this is like out of spoiler avoidance because the previous page has (also very little) concepts for hugefry and grizz. go girl give us nothing! In terms of dev interviews, the april 2023 famitsu interview has 2 questions regarding fuzzy octos:

----Was it the effects of the fuzzy ooze that caused the Octarians in Alterna to grow hair? Inoue: under the effects of the fuzzy ooze, they're on the verge of becoming mammals.  ----In the case of the new Agent 3, when they come into contact with the ooze they suddenly grow hair. Are the Octarians supposed to be in the middle stage? Inoue: That’s right.

Within less than a year of Octo expansion's release, we got a few dev interviews and a whole artbook giving further clarification on sanitization, tartar's motives, the octarians in the metro...even though some elements were unclear until side order and some responses were dodgy, there still was something to work with and some gaps filled.

in the two years since ROTM we got uh. the one dev interview, which, while that did explain a few things with alterna and smallfry, gave us Nothing about fuzzification or mammalization. whatever it's called. aside from those 2 answers above. is the process reversible? how did grizz get all those troops? why is there an octoplush track that uses dedf1sh's naming scheme? oh yeah, and literally nothing about ORCA or any expansion on grizz's character in ROTM. ORCA goes completely unmentioned in the artbook. hello. im getting side tracked.

and before we couldve gotten another chance for answers on ROTM, side order came out, and all focus in terms of splatoon's story got directed towards that.

I will be genuinely surprised if bancalawalker gives us anything on ROTM since that's seems to be the side order/later update artbook my only hope is that, since there's some suspicious things unanswered for about lil judd and grizzco, maybe, hard maybe, the fuzzy octarians could be addressed in any capacity again, like how side order expanded on OE? But idk it seemed like ROTM was a way to just wrap up the squidbeak saga and they could just Not mention it again lol. one last thing. these amped octostamps, an enemy introduced in rotm, have full 3d renders. notice a uh. lack of fur.

or another wacky thing. is how the only artwork we have of an octarian (non octoling) in the tableturf style is a normal non fuzzy octotrooper.

my Game Theory is that. i think rotm had some... late in development decisions in terms of story direction, with the fuzzy octarians being one of those later decisions.

[meowpupp]

tw// rough sex, bondage, not proof read, price is mean (shock horror ik)

i wasn’t gonna post this yet but i just couldn’t resist.

price tries so hard. He is an owner who firmly believes in positive re-enforcement, praising you when you're good, and ignoring you when you're bad. But even he has a limit.

For the past week, you've been a brat. You've broken into the treats twice, ignored his commands and you even tried to bite him. He tries everything he knows, spanking you, taking your toys away, even smacking you across the face, but nothing works.

That's when he decides enough is enough. You need a real mean punishment, something to remind you how nice he is. How well he treats you.

So, he visits the vet. He buys a cream that’s made to numb the skin. Its specially made for hybrids, to use as a form of punishment. It'll take away any physical feeling, leaving you understimulated, while still keeping that uncontrollable need for release.

Part of price feels bad, he shouldn't enjoy the thought of fucking you while you can't feel a thing as much as he does, but he really cant help it

He waits, like a predator stalking prey, watching for the smallest slip up. All it takes is for you to speak with the slightest hint of attitude, and then he pounces.

within seconds he has you on the bed, legs spread, cunt exposed to his sadistic gaze. One hand holds your thighs apart, the other reaching for the tube of numbing cream. Your eyes are wide as you watch, your body squirming. A mix of fear and curiosity courses through your veins and it only heightens when price slaps your thigh. “Stay still.”

Your clit twitches as he smears the cold, white cream over it. He grins, watching the way your thighs tense and your hips buck. Price revels in the slow realisation that spreads over your face, you cant feel a thing.

your thighs twitch, ears pressing flat against your head as your pout. “can’t- price! can’t feel anything!” your voice is high pitched, slightly panicked, your hands reach down to try to stimulate your clit.

price huffs, momentarily pausing his actions as he retrieves a pair of handcuffs, securing both your wrists to the head board.

your body stretches out, back forming a natural arch as you’re rendered helpless. you try to squirm but it’s fruitless. your body is completely exposed and vulnerable to him.

price grins, eyes devouring the image of you. his hands grope your tits, thumbs brushing across your nipples before he glides his hands further down. they follow the curve of your waist, his hands big enough to cover almost your entire stomach.

“so pretty, but such a brat,” it’s almost as if he’s talking to himself, eyes half lidded as they drift up and down your body. “maybe you learn to be a good girl if your cunt is numb.” he leans forward, kissing the hallow of your neck. his lips continue their trail, beard brushing your skin as he kisses down your chest, then stomach, until his face is level with your cunt.

he noses your clit, grinning when you don’t react. the cream is doing exactly what he wanted it to. “what’s wrong pup?” his breath is hot against you, beard itching your thighs, “doesn’t it feel good?” his eyes meet yours, lower half of his face buried between your legs.

they’re mean, filled with amusement at your inability to feel pleasure. his arms wrap around your thighs, burying himself fully in your cunt.

he laps at your clit, swirling his tongue around the nerves before sucking. all you can feel is the scratch of his beard, the way he holds you firm. your hands pull desperately against the cuffs, hips bucking into his face as you seek the pleasure you’ve become so accustomed to.

after a moment, once his face is covered in slick, he pulls back. his beard is slick, eyes sharp as he looks over your flushed form. he almost seems like a predator, enjoying your every twitch and whine. “i know, im so mean, aren’t i?” a hand comes to your tummy, rubbing over the soft pudge before moving to your cunt, “how bout i make you feel better, hm?”

you’re too busy babbling and squirming to notice how he coats two of his fingers in the numbing cream, right before he stuffs your cunt full with them.

the sensation of his fingers inside you only lasts a second, then it’s completely stripped away. it’s almost funny the way your cunt clenches around his fingers, seeking out an ounce of stimulation it can. price laughs under his breath, drinking in the scene. you’re panting, body tense and hot, the overwhelming need to cum burning in your gut. he tilts his head, a sick smirk spreading across his face.

“you look so pathetic,” he pulls his fingers out, wiping the slick on your thighs, “maybe i should take some photos, give them to my recruits,” he grips your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his, “would you like that? knowing men you don’t even know are cumming on photos of you?”

you can barely process his words, tears starting to stream down your face. little whimpers fill the room, a pretty pout on your face.

price just laughs, shaking your head side to side roughly before letting go. his hands slide down to your thighs, spreading your cunt wide as he lines himself up. “let’s see if this cunt’s still useful, even if you can’t feel a fucking thing.”

[iisbirb]

kinda rushed this ngl lmao

next year im going to set a few goals, at least one rendered piece a month and try get at least one human/humanoid/anthro thing in this next year ! anyways i feel like ive improved alot over the course of this year and my style has definitely developed in a way im really happy with!!

this also marks my one year of tumblring! I just want to say thank you all for supporting me and encouraging my art. I appreciate every single one of you :3 (holy shit there is 363 of you now when did that happen??) I've made some amazing friends on here and I'm looking forward to next year <33

[jup1tersparx]

she edg on my ware until im indefinitely trapped in a modern greek tragedy

(ID under cut)

[ID: three drawings of Dr Henry Edgware from wooden overcoats, basically redraws of scenes he is in. Henry is a middle-aged desi man with light brown skin, long, poorly maintained, formerly brown hair that is now mostly grey from stress, brown eyes, stubble from forgetting to shave and glasses. He typically wears cyan doctor’s scrubs, grey trousers, blue-grey trainers and a dirty formerly white labcoat, stained with blood, dirt and scorch marks. He is visibly haggard and exhausted in all drawings.

Drawing one is him curled up asleep on a fur rug on the floor like a cat. The background is minimally drawn, visible is a bed and a person standing next to the bed in a long skirt. The shadows are stronger around the person - it is Antigone Funn. The drawing is of a scene from Season 4 episode 9.

Drawing two shows him standing writing on a clipboard with a stern expression, as if questioning a patient. He is wearing a bisexual flag pin. Next to him is Eric Chapman, a white man with curly medium-length bleach blonde hair wearing a tan suit and black dress shoes. Eric is doubled over sitting in a chair with his head in his hands. Next to them is a screenshot of a text conversation, which is a meme.

The text reads: H: “Checking in.” H: “Checking in.” E:“i’m bad” H:“Checking in.” E:“i’m doing bad”. Weeks pass in between the messages.

Underneath is a screenshot of the script for S3 episode 7. It reads: “EDGWARE: Ah. Hello, Eric… How you doing? / ERIC: (BROKEN) … Fine! / EDGWARE: Yes. Well, let me know if you have any problems. / ERIC: Well // actually- / EDGWARE: Good. I’ll be off then!”

Drawing three shows Henry and Antigone Funn at dinner together, in two head on shots (drawings). They both have empty plates and cutlery in front of them. Antigone is a middle-aged, thin, unhealthily pale woman, with very thick, long unruly black hair covering half her face. She is wearing a dark purple-red slip dress - a type of dress made of loose silk material with thin straps, designed not to be form-fitting on the body. She is wearing black lipstick and nail varnish, and has visible arm hair. She is also flat-chested, has crooked teeth with sharp canines and very dark eyebags. The shadows on her are strong and rendered like watercolour. Antigone is half leaning on her hand, half positioned to hide behind it. Her other arm is on the table, and she seems to be leaning forward. Her expression is attempting to appear optimistic, but she is obviously stressed and irritated. She is making direct eye contact with the camera and her posture is tense. The text next to her reads “yes, well, let’s imagine none of that happened.” “what sort of things would we have talked about? last night?”

Henry is slightly more put-together than usual, wearing a suit and with his hair down, appearing to have been washed and brushed recently, as well as being fully clean-shaven. He is wearing a black suit and tie. The camera is dead-on but he looks to the side, wide-eyed with an exaggerated expression, looking slightly like a cornered animal. Henry’s hands are clasped in front of him, writhing uncomfortably. The text next to him reads: “oh! err // well, um. // all sorts really!”

It is a scene from S4 episode 4. END ID]

[mushroomflood]

Can I ask how you’re feeling about the new trailer? :)

Ok, buckle up, you’ve opened the floodgates :). I am so glad that the trailer has finally been released. I followed a “days until sonic movie 3” page (that has now been deleted 😞) back when there was ~600 days left. There is now 114!! Thats practically right around the corner, I am salivating at the mouth for this.

They have been giving us nothing of this movie so far. Like small scraps of “this is Maria’s actress!” here and “Keanu might be voicing Shadow” there. Finally we’ve gotten something, and I think Shadow looks amazing. I love him riding his motorbike, doing the little drift, beating everyone up, and just being cool in general. Im so ready for him to wreak havoc and I can tell there’s gonna be a lot of Shadow and Sonic rivalry (to friends arc) going on. Also, Maria!! I cant wait for her demise (sorry Shadow). I just wanna see where they go with his backstory, and cute little snippets of him before he hated everyone.

The movie models are just so well rendered, so I am looking forward to seeing new scenes of all my boys (no girls it looks like). While a lot of people are really disappointed that it seems like Amy,Rouge, etc. won’t be in the movie, I never really thought they would be, and don’t necessarily want them to be either. I think the movie would be better focusing on Shadow and Sonic(+Knuckles+Tails).

I am a bit worried about critics, as the Knuckles Series got a lot of hate when it really wasn’t bad. Like, it had some childish and/or unfunny parts, and it did focus more on Wade than I would have preferred. But at the end of the day it was centered around my absolute fav character, and any new Knuckles content I will eat up. We would never have seen him in his silly little hat if it wasn’t for the series, so who cares if it wasn’t the best. It gave us hours of new Knuckles scenes to talk about, and I think a lot of it treated him pretty well.

But, if people start hating on the new movie like that, it will really sap the joy out of it. So I hope everyone will try to find stuff to enjoy, instead of stuff to nitpick. …That being said, I really hope they don’t treat Knuckles like a joke. He gets put into ‘comedic relief’ way too often, and even though Boom!Knuckles holds a special place in my heart, I would rather Knuckles’ character be treated seriously. He has so much potential, and I don’t want him to slowly slide back into the meathead character bc he’s way more than that.

The trailer didn’t exactly do him justice, but all of the boys got beaten real easy, so I’m holding out hope that he won’t continue to blunder. Since the movie is gonna be focused on Shadow and Sonic, I don’t think Knuckles (and even Tails) will get as much screen time. And while that does suck, it’s not horrible. If we get some family bonding and brotherly interactions, I’ll be happy. I just hope that they do Knuckles right for the time he is there. Please treat him carefully sonic movie universe, I beg you. He is my baby.

[deadtothepeople]

!!!SPOILERS!!! FOR THE LAST OF US

what really gets my goat about abby (as someone who played like half the game has a sister obsessed with it and watched the show) isn't that she wants to kill joel or even that she does it. Violence begets violence and love is the strongest source of motivation we have. Her reasoning and feelings are real and expected. What I don't like is (in the show) her seeming to be unaware of the shitshow the world is. Joel may not be the definition of a good person, but he is a product of this world. He murdered the people who were going to kill his child, again. We easily justify this despite abby being a living and real victim of his violence, partially because that is the world they live in. People, including people in abbys community im sure, do horrible things for themselves or the people around them. She seems stuck on how "unfair" it is, but if thats unfair what has the last 25 years been? chill? lawful and good? Im also baffled that she feels torturing him was equal to a single kill shot to the head. I hate she killed him, but my biggest problem is the unnecessary brutality. He killed a lot of people in that hospital, none of them were alive to feel him bashing their face in. If you want revenge fine, kill him or someone he loves. You are now the (assumedly) worst person in the room. Not because you sought vengeance but because you exceeded what was needed to accomplish it. Ofc joel murdering an entire hospital may be excessive, but none of them planned to let him live either.

But i also love how that begs the question of when does it end? She now has a mini joel on her tail (i could physically feel in my brain the moment it clicked inside ellie that she was going to murder these people ughghghgh) because her grief wouldn't let her move on. I'm so excited to see this portrayal of ellie and abby as the story goes on. I'm ready to see how they've adapted her journey to seattle. This world makes you greedy and possessive, especially over the only people you have left in this world. She thought they would have more time to heal and forgive and grow closer, and it was brutally snatched away IN FRONT of her. We've seen before ellie's determination to do something with her life, as she sees it as worthless outside of dying or giving herself to a cause befitting the loss she has rendered, but what does that look like wrapped around the grief of the only parent you've ever known being beaten to death before your eyes. Abby couldn't let a reasonably painless, albeit merciless, death go. How is ellie going to do anything but burn the world to ash?

im also mostly ranting and looking at it from a lot of angles, i don't actually think it's black and white, or that abby is a wack character. I think the games did a great job fleshing her out and making her a real person you go through things with. The show has just reopened some wounds so im here to scream lmao. So looking forward to the next ep!