#gonna watercolor him ^_^

[soothedcerberus]

You folded too quick, bro.

[cs-cabin-and-crew]

The wild robot!

(I need more fics of them being a chaotic cute family)

[arttsuka]

I made something....

The drawings:

[luck-of-the-drawings]

"I think this is the most inhuman; and human, that I've ever felt.." MUCH CAN HAPPEN IN A YEAR. IN FIVE YEARS. A DECADE. imagine how much can happen in a century. just ONE (1). How will you grow? what phases do you find? even in 5 years, you will find patterns.

[ketzzzel]

so i watched wendigoon's faith video...

[skeleton-beneath-this-skin]

It’s my birthday today and of course I wanted to celebrate with Takeshi ❤️🥰

Always thought it was cute when people drew their fave holding a cake…now I’m the one doing it! Last year me could never lol. I had so much fun with this piece and ngl this is what I’ve always wanted my art to look like. I love the way I colored it and I feel like I’m really starting to get my style down. Still hate drawing clothing tho lol

[tsoko-late]

One more song for the road 💙

Luxiem 3D Concert!!

Twitter

[angelnumber27]

*he spilled my cup of paint water all over everything idk why I said he spilled watercolors I just woke up girls

I literally walked away for two minutes tops to make coffee and came back to his ass sitting on this water color palette and my painting open after spilling my watercolor water all over it

Look at that face. He knows he did something wrong hahahha

[cepheusgalaxy]

[ID: Traditional artpiece of Angel Dust in the black outfit he wears in Poison, pole dancing upside-down and smiling to the viewer. There is a signature close to him, at the left, saying "Bug" with the date: 10-11/03/24. The background is plain white. /end ID.]

He died from overdose when he was alive sir

[donamasu]

Chilchuck gets a good deal at DSW and runs some errands! (Progress under cut!)

[jeeklaart]

He is an Artisté

( find me here )

[soothedcerberus]

Hey bro can you come home now I want to play Psychonauts with you... I want you to meet Razputin hes so cool

[jiheishousha]

Watching Arcane with me must be a hell of a trip. "Listen to those defcon noises!" I enthuse during a dramatic escape scene. "Woodkid came up with them just by looking at the storyboards, they didn't expect him to send over something so cool for the interim between verses."

A meeting between two childhood friends who haven't seen each other in years and thought each other were dead. "Did you know they only get three 'fucks' per season to keep the TV-14 rating and Vi gets five of the six? That's my beautiful sump-rat for you."

The music swells, underlying the tragedy of a dying child. "Ray Chen really understood the assignment here. Viktor sprinting for the first time in his life? Sure, that's intense, but what gets the MOST intense violin solo in existence? Caitlyn standing in the shower trying to telepathically bring her girlfriend back."

Seriously. I need to freaking sew my mouth shut or I'm going to destroy the dramatic build-up of every scene in this show by being an autistic menace XD

[sorrowfulsidekick]

Christmas morning came and went, at the foot of a lovingly dressed tree amongst unopened gifts Kitsunami sits patiently, knees to his chest.

Blearly fuchsia stares at the door expectantly as if Chronos would come waltzing in at any moment. He’d apologize for the delay and everything could go back to normal.

Of course this never happens and normally abundant patience begins to grow thin.

“ He wouldn’t. . . ”

The darkest edges of that disordered mind whispered convincing tales of abandonment, as though this whole effort for a perfect holiday was to direct his attention elsewhere while the eldest booked it far away.

His more logical and selfless center feared something had happened, that harm found its way to the eldest who would be lost with no help. The very thought forces bent legs to stand tall and soon the air is full of rummaging cloth as winter garb is hurriedly thrown on.

Triple checking no one else was around the door is shut with care, extra effort taken in its silence, thankful that his form was small enough to slip through without causing a commotion.

With deep breath heels turn and determined feet begin their trek into the vast white.

“ Chronos!! “

Kit searches high, hydro-tails maneuvering him atop trees and viewpoints that would normally be out of reach. Kit searches low, around familiar spots and crevices that might not be as obvious. His paranoia had grown to such a state that even cracks no one could feasibly fit in were scrutinized. Yet despite all his efforts he was just as clueless as when he began. Chronos could be a city over and he’d have no idea, and Chaos Sonic was just as out of the loop when asked that morning. There was temptation to ask Robotnik but something was wrong in the air, he just knew.

There was no one to turn to, not with his big bro gone.

I shouldn’t have left his side.

“ Chronos you— “

For a moment between his cries and begging a childish temper overcomes the boy, seeping into shouts. “ You can’t just disappear! Today of all days?! “

Only the wind replies.

Hours wane, winter lays the sun down early and what would have been a lovely day for a snowball fight shifts into a brutal and frigid night. With warmth and light gone the boy’s search was at a standstill, eyes squinting into the dark of a nearby woods with nothing but moonlight.

“ Chro— “ he starts again, interrupted by a crack in his voice. Taking a deep breath he continues only to be interrupted by sharp coughs lunging from a dry throat. Second attempt yields the same results, lips mouth a name and a only hoarse whisper comes out.

Outsized eyes peer through the black, mitten rise to rest against a sore throat.

“ . . .M-my voice- ” -was gone.

Vision poor, voice busted, the kid sits defeated at the base of a tree. Hyperventilating and awash with déjàvu trembling knees are hugged close to a thundering chest. Head pounding and eyes as dry as his hydro-pack he rests knowing the day is a failure. There would be no choice in returning home.

A rumbling tummy cuts the silence. That’s right, now would be dinner time and that coddled stomach had already grown use to routine. Curling up Kit wonders if somewhere out there his brother’s stomach growled in tandem, if he too had grown as use to their life together as he had.

Chronos come home. . . I’m hungry and I’m tired.

[korvidking]

Gift art for my coworker. Surprising him tomorrow (it’s our last day in the same region 😔)

The Back ! and inside jokes

[artunderwraps]

another picture of The Boy

i freaking love watercolors and ink

COLORRRRR