#hate backgrounds

[gakbang]

Bad shift…

[apriecotti]

💉🥃"Not a man's Best Friend" 🥃🕸

Oleneska and her father's bonding time, possibly poisonous. I really suck at drawing men. This took SO long to make it's ridiculous ρ(・・、)

📝♪ additional notes + oc info dump

Additional OC info dump

Oleneska is the only daughter to the head of the Folta pharmaceutics company. Her father owns private hospitals, but they mostly focus on medicine distribution. The Foltas have gotten into trouble for selling certain opioid components, which can be used in drugs.

Her father was an influential man with connections, not always the good kind. Oleneska had always despised the man and his practices but was raised to shut up and keep her distance. Her father always kept her running on a short leash, close by and always surrounded by people watching over her. She resented her life and her family, keeping her grudges in secret but not giving up her dreams about the life of freedom.

Oleneska studied journalism in a private university under the watchful eye of her friend/maid/bodyguard Stefania, the only person she's really ever trusted out of the people appointed by her father. Together, they wrote a couple of articles for the school press. It was a minor occupation, but it gave young Neska an idea - she was going to expose her father's company.

In an article, of course. From her youth to young adulthood, she watched her father's shady practices very closely - the people that came and went, the seemingly transactional relationships that they had, the deaths too.

As a woman, she had a limited view into the world of the men in her life, her father and older brother. Neska didn't have the authority and power to really ask about what was going on, the company affairs and whatnot. All she could do was pry in secret while upkeeping the perfect dayghter facade. Quiet, polite, and smiling.

Fortunately for her, something happened. A customer, or rather a business partner of her father, got into a disagreement with the Foltas. Something big went down, and a couple of days later, the Folta family's home got invaded, injuring her father in the process. Neska saw that as an opening- she could escape the family. Everything was in chaos, a great opportunity to slip away. So she did, pulling some strings (although passive at home, she did bribe out people working for the Foltas for information. They weren't allies but reliable enough for her) she managed to escape.

Of course, it didn't go unnoticed, so the time she had was also limited - she needed to write the article as soon as possible. In order to do that, she had to run as far away as possible.

:*(〃∇〃人)*: additional notes

Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I'm not a great writer, lol. English is my second language, so I make mistakes. I'm still figuring out the plot, but that's some insight into my characters' lives ♥︎

although I doubt anyone read all that bahaha

I really suck at dynamic poses and background, so this drawing looks a bit stiff. Nevertheless, I'm proud that I finished it! ♥︎

Hate backgrounds hate that shit

[marfian]

So act 3 huh

[akira-fire-art]

Omg first finished art piece not centered around a fictional man, I gotta be dying or smth

[soulsticee]

Random ATLA screenshot ft. Sokka and a gang of enemy birds🐧🌊

Not really a fan of this one because I didn't capture his exasperated face and the bad attempt at drawing a bg🥲 (First day of school ended and instead of studying i drew this XD)

[raffi-cat]

red crowned crane grian

[acornwellian]

AND HERE COMES GEMMA WITH THE PLASTIC CHAAAAIR

[dannymans66]

He spends half his surgeon salary in merchandise

Little continuation to this post, kind of

[noirecheris3]

:(

[spookberry]

[insert cute caption here]

[rebelsafoot]

i think about this bts photo a lot

[lyragoth]

End of the Second Age. Sauron knew every microexpression on Celebrimbor’s face—and that’s when the paintings began. Hundreds, perhaps thousands. Few ever accessed the dark tower, but those who did whispered of a mysterious elf carved over and over along the pillars and shadowed halls of Barad-dûr. They wondered—not aloud—who he was and what it meant. "Are all my thoughts of you, sweet raptured light? It ends here tonight."

[razzberrysheep]

cleaned up a sketch I posted a little while ago for 2/2 haha closeup of his face under the cut because I like how it turned out

[averywiseanimatedcat]

I look for you in the strangest places

[spinzakuschicc]

roadtrip

[hootyhoowoo]

Craning just a little, Shen Qingqiu looked past the lord’s shoulder.

Luo Binghe stared down one of the most powerful cultivators in the human world, and scoffed. His lips twisted into a smile that was anything but happy. Shen Qingqiu’s heart stuttered - though maturity had given his former apprentice’s features grace and refinement, they were of course still familiar to him. But he hadn’t ever seen such an expression on them before. It was the kind of look that taunted the person across from it, as if to say ‘come pick a fight with me - I’ll enjoy watching you lose’.

The bolt of heat it shot right through him was entirely inappropriate, and he immediately decided to pretend that it never happened.

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‘I Wish You Were My Husband’ -by Feynite Chapter 4