#Very rough

[stolos]

Sorry for being a bit sparse, I’m working on something 🫡

[adayka]

[bug-hearted]

after not having done digital art for months, i've decided it's time i try and relearn with a warm up ft. my angel!

[diegofando]

[ceryulean]

I don't remember if it was in the novel or in some fic I read but this scene has been in my head for too long so

[inkpotsprite]

An old deleted snippet from my work 'Cats and Communication.'

[ilikeflowey]

Bored out of my mind at this meeting rn. Have. 5 minutes while my boss isnt looking... Practice ?! I guess? Idk ^-^ but it looks cool enough to document I guess ehehehe

[squidsmakemedelusional]

a sketch of my octoling oc wearing her grandfest fit (the drawing on the very left i made like, one month ago)

[metal-mum]

I'm not a writer. I made this awhile back and wanted to add a sketch to it. Just a lingering idea that'll be fleshed out in the future.

You ever get possessed and write something at one in the morning off a whim, even though you can't write, proof read it once and fall asleep right after? Yeah.. that

The sun was just below the horizon by now, the clouds overhead covered in extravagant pinks and golds. Such a sight wasn’t rare, but nevertheless breathtaking. Softer brush shook in the breeze, their leaves making just enough noise to be heard above the sounds of chaos within the valley.

War wasn’t uncommon for many worlds; after all, most disagreements between short tempers led to conflict. Words and thoughts are hard to express, but tying others into such pettiness was always baffling. Protection is one thing, but invading is another. Most people often lost themselves in war. 

Anxieties feed into fear.

Fear creates delusions.

Delusions cause insanity.

Insanity leads to madness.

Madness leads to hopelessness.

Yet even as the sky dimmed from softer hues to burning reds from the flames and smoke, there was still hope. There was always hope. The hope of things getting better. The hope of whatever war this was coming to a stop. Hope that people would see each other once more. Simple things, but hope nonetheless.

Above the distant roaring fires and the noise of the brush in the breeze, a much louder, familiar sound made itself present. It was like ice shattering upon a frozen lake, a noise that could be alarming, but still appealing to the ears.

“Enjoying the view?” the hopeful light said from close by, a voice surprisingly gentle for a being who had fought countless times on countless worlds, still retaining a young innocence.

“As always…” the opposite quietly replied, its voice gruff from smoke and age.

The two beings knew the routine by now, their endless dance that neither party seemed to enjoy anymore. Perhaps it was fun at first, but the two knew each other well now. The only deciding factor was how hopeful those who lived upon the planet were.

“You know,” the light began, the gentle metallic clink of their flesh signaling their approach. “It’s not like you to surrender, even if the fight is in my favor.”

Sitting down next to their opposite earned a possibly amused huff from it.

“Nay, not surrender. I will gladly fight if that’s what you seek. However, you and I both know this world isn’t hopeless…”

Adjusting its position allowed for a much more comfortable posture, lying within the small brush while staring at the star-blotched sky.

“Sounds like surrender to me. Not that I mind, I don’t have any new tricks.”

“Disappointing.”

“Hush. I know you think the same.”

The two fell silent for a long while, watching the flames of the valley town grow and the shouts increase. The noise was unsavory compared to the environment, and the smell was even worse. While one was used to such horrid smoke and the burning of flesh, the other had always fought to prevent this from happening.

Yet just as flames could grow, they also dwindle. Screams of horror died down to shouts of orders—commands to help each other, to extinguish flames, to get the injured to safer locations, to save others' livelihoods and homes. It was inspiring to see such small beings so compassionate when things appeared so bleak.

The light glanced at their opposite, who had been resting here for some time now, judging by the dent in the plants. It stood out like a sore thumb in a world so green, the red of its carapace like a beacon on a dark, foggy night, or maybe more like a dimming lighthouse on the shore’s edge. That sounded correct to them, at least.

“We… we could just stop,” they abruptly spoke up after so long, yet the other didn’t even twitch.

“Stop?” It replied rhetorically, looking at the light’s golden flesh for the first time in this encounter.

“We don’t have to fight. We don’t have to go to every world that has an imbalance of hope. So many seem to be able to fix themselves from the ground up, even if you win.” Adding emphasis to the claim with an outstretched golden gauntlet, gesturing towards the dying flames.

“I didn’t win.”

“Stop being so literal for once! Surely you want more with your life.”

“And you?”

“Of course, yes. Constantly trying to stay in pristine condition to battle you, it’s exhausting. Time-consuming—”

“You’re young, Acacius. You want to live a life worth living.”

“I… yes. Don’t make it sound so selfish, though…” The light sighed, crossing their legs with quiet clanks and using a closed fist to prop their head up.

A rare noise came from the beast Acacius sat beside, a chuckle that was sincere and full of understanding.

“Selfish for living… hmph. That’s a new one.” It thought, clearly finding such a comment amusing.

“Yes, selfish. What would you do without me?” The light shot back while pointing at the red beast, almost close enough to sternly poke the armor upon its side.

Though the question seemed to have gotten to it, the beast was unable to find a witty response in turn.

The fires in the valley were fully extinguished, allowing darkness to envelop them both. The stars shone brighter, and the galaxy slowly showed off her true colors. The cool air was welcome, and the stench of flesh and flames was no more, replaced with earthy scents and the moisture in the air.

The beast took in a deep breath of the fresh air and slowly rose to its four spindly legs, looking back out at the horizon. Clearly, it had no reason to be here, for as long as there was hope, there was something left for this world. Acacius stayed seated, however, and watched their old nemesis slowly begin to move toward the ravine it had originally left behind.

Nemesis? Did they really think that?

“Hellbeast—” they started, slightly perturbed when said Hellbeast let out a low, scratchy groan. “I mean it. About… stopping.”

Pausing in its slow tracks, it turned back to face the light, who was getting up themselves now. Such a proposition was tempting, but was that what it wanted too? Truth be told, it didn’t know what it wanted in life, far too involved in this current one to change paths. Perhaps it was being the selfish one.

“And would you live your life? It’s in your blood to rush towards those who need hope.”

“Just as it is yours to crawl towards the hopeless.”

A huff from the Hellbeast let Acacius know they had it stuck in the argument now.

“We both have our duties, but… perhaps we should only heed them when it’s dire. Every squabble of possible hopelessness can’t keep resulting in us clashing. Even Solomon was smart enough to—”

“He had other priorities.” It interrupted, voice slightly raised and flat with the response.

“Right… but you get my point.” They spoke softly in turn.

“I want to explore the vastness that is out there, to see landscapes unfathomable. You’re getting old and,” they couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, “I’m feeling bad for beating up an old man.”

Without caution or care, Acacius raised their golden gauntlet, outstretched for the Hellbeast to take.

“So, how about that? Not necessarily peace, but a truce. To only fight and meet when hope is truly being challenged, and to live our lives a different way.”

Staring with empty eyes, the beast kept its clawed hands close. It was impossible to tell what it thought; the permanent frown acted as a very good mask for such things. Yet the flick of a tail, a twitch in a finger, told the light all they needed to know before it even reached for their outstretched hand.

“I suppose I can live with that.” The Hellbeast quietly said, firmly grasping the golden gauntlet.

The two opposites would end up coming to an agreement after years of instinctual turmoil, both staying loyal and true to the words spoken that night. While one had a full life ahead of them, the other didn’t know how much sand was left in the hourglass.

[gaydexvocaloid]

not me already working on vflowers 10th anniv art…

(( there’s so many chibis but it’s her 10th anniv she deserves almost all her friends there 🥹🥹

[revelry-in-severity]

"Not here either," Nene mutters as she leans in close. "At this rate... he'll be right."

She frowns. The blue roses had looked so pretty in Rui's book, and while he knows not to tease her too much, she couldn't help but feel a little miffed at being told they weren't real. No drawing that realistic could have possibly come from someone without seeing it, and it wouldn't have been the ink either. The rose was blue. She knows it was.

If the Rose Garden doesn't have it, then he'll find out she was wrong. And she can't have that.

Maybe she isn't in the right section. All the rows are organized by color here, but if the flower is as rare as Rui says it is, then it might be protected. That's what they do with some of the animals, isn't it? Purple isn't blue, and neither is red.

Either way, Nene reaches her hand forward to take one last peak inside the bush.

And just as quickly yanks it back out.

"Ow! she whimpers slightly at the red drop forming on her finger. "Ah-"

She must've wandered further from her parents than she realized. They're not around.

"They said they'd be a little further back, didn't they?" Nene mutters with realization, clutching her hurt hand, and holding back her sniffles. Adults are always so weird around kids and she doesn't want them to notice her. "I'll have to go back... somehow."

Her legs don't move.

They can catch up... right?

But when did she lose them? Her parents can still be at the opening of the garden. The only reason they were fine with her little adventure is because the opening is also the exit. The three of them are bound to cross paths no matter what.

Her finger hurts. It really really hurts.

"I found you!"

Nene startles back with a squeak when pink fills her vision. A girl in a tattered dress smiles at her, bouncing in place.

"Me?" Nene mouths, voice caught.

"Uh-huh, I smelt your sadness." the girl says seriously. She produces a handkerchief from her pocket and places it on Nene's finger, then plants a loud kiss on top. "So, pain, pain, pain, go away! Mwah!" she beams as she drags the cloth away.

Nene blinks away the water in her eyes, bringing her hand up. The bead of blood that had been forming is gone, and if she looks really hard she thinks can make out the small puncture. But it doesn't hurt. She relaxes her grip on her wrist. It doesn't hurt.

Amazing...!

"All better?" the girls asks, now on her tip toes.

Nene opens her mouth to try again, but all she can do is nod with a tiny hum.

The girl doesn't hold it against her. If anything, her smile grows wider.

"Wonderhoy!" she cheers. "Don't get any more ouchies, okay? Now, I have to go catch up with Grandpa!"

As Nene watches her run off, she promises herself that she'll attempt to speak if they meet again.

[michaels-office-hours]

Hey so my night sucks so how about moments sucked for Ava? >:3

TIGGER WARNING DONT CLICK UNLESS YOURE OK WITH DEATH AND ALSO TRYING TO MAKE IT HAPPEN BOTH TO YOURSELF AND OTHERS AND ALSO JUST GENERAL SEXUAL HARASSMENT AND… YEAH THIS IS JUST BAD

Hey so uhm you clicked this. I didn’t make you.

For context Ava’s ex doesn’t get a name. I hate him. So much. He gets the deepest put of hell and I still want him to burn more. So no he gets no name.

Ava: Why do you love me?

Her ex: Because you’re beautiful and have such a nice figure, such succulent lips, such a nice figure and your hair is the color of bricks to build our future. Shall I continue?

Ava: I- bricks? Ok I guess… well…

Ava: Why do you love me?

Her ex: Love you? Ugh. You need more compliments?! Go talk to the other women. I’m busy.

Ava: they- don’t really like me. :’)

Her ex: they aren’t the only ones… Alright my flower! How about you take a walk!

Ava: it’s- sunny?

Her ex: it’s good for your skin.

Ava: you- made me a vampire.

Her ex: did I? Oh dear. Must have slipped my mind.

Her ex: JUST- STOP TALKING! OK?! STOP TALKING!!! TAKE THIS TRAIN TICKET AND BE ON IT OR ELSE I WILL DEAL WITH YOU MYSELF!

Ava: please… I just wanted

Her ex: *cuffs her* I SAID BE QUIET! Just go before anyone else has to hear your annoying babbling! The least you could do is stop groveling for hell’s sake!

Ava: hel-?!

Servant: Ms. Ava Allan?

Ava: Yes. That’s me. Oh my gosh you poor thing come inside, you’re getting scorched in the moon day- OUCH!

Servant: kind miss… leave me. I haven’t long anyway.

Ava: what happened?!

Servant: the master of the house died.

Ava: *covers her mouth in shock*

Servant: all the rest are dead. The women scattered, those not already sent away like yourself.

Ava: how di-

Servant: I spent my last moments to tell you miss. All were told but you. T’wasn’t fair. I had to… tell… yo-

Servant: *slowly the wind blows him away, only ashes carrying his last echoed words*

Ava: *sits on the porch and cries utterly alone in the world*

Ava: hello! How are yo-

Human: why are you in that dress? In summer no less?!

Ava: this… isn’t what you wear now?

Human: maybe in the old country! Haha!

Other human: maybe a century or two ago

Ava: only one but ok I guess… please could you direct me towards

Yet another human: HEYA DOLL!!! Where’s the costume party?! ;D

Ava: uhm…

Ava: *starts getting blurry vision when looking at the man*

Ava: oh dear…

Yet another human: you ok doll? My presence too much for you? >;]

Ava: *starts seeing onky his neck, but shakes her head and runs away*

All the humans: she was odd… she truly was.

Ava: what is… happening?

Ava: *dizzily falls on her floor*

Ava: *wakes up with a start*

Ava: *looks around and seeing a large group of rats quietly humming to themselves around her*

Ava: ‘hy ah oo aww…

Ava: *realizes her mouth is full and spits the thing out*

Ava: *shrieks at the bloodless rat she just spat onto her bedsheets*

Rat chorus: *odd squeak humming gets louder*

Ava: WHAT IS- WHY WOULD YOU?! DID I?!

Rat chorus: *nod in satisfaction, and leave to the cracks in the walls*

Ava: *cries for the rest of the day*

Ava: *has been walking dead eyes through her house, not knowing what she’s doing, or why, for a week*

Ava: I’m a monster

Ava: *walks into the kitchen*

Ava: I’m a killer. That’s all this new body is.

Ava: *picks up the parrying knife*

Ava: I should’ve listened to him. All those years ago… he always did know best for me.

Ava: *walks into her storage room that’s mostly rotten through, floor, walls, and ceiling*

*the floor creaks under her weight. It’s barely holding her up*

Ava: it’s the least I can do to set things right. And listen to what he told me now.

Ava: *slices into her wrist with the knife*

*nothing happens*

Ava: what… *she cuts again, deeper this time, it burned*

*nothing happened*

*the laughter of the man that stole her life away rings through the house*

Ava: But I- I’m doing what you wanted. Why does it always hurt so badly?

Her ex: Oh my dear sweet girl! You seem to have fallen and scraped your knee! How ever clumsy of you.

Ava: what?

Her ex: fear not! Not a drop of your precious blood will fall!

Her ex: *that twisted grin spreading across his face*

Her ex: I already drank it all to make you like me!

Ava: *watches her teenage self run into his arms and hug him, thanking him, laughing at the pain and trying desperately to blink away tears*

Ava: *watches her ex laugh at her pain, brushing her knee off far too hard, and running his hand down her back, and thighs in that way he always did when he smiled like that*

Ava: *knew what came next*

Ava: NO!!!!!

*the parry knife went singing through the memory and was lodged in the wall of the storage room, deep, the handle partially embedded into the wall*

Ava: *walked over and tried to pull it out, her arm burning her the cuts and her eyes stinging from the fiery tears of rage and she tugged*

*the floor creaked under her, and cracked*

*the wall remained firm*

Ava(huffing out a hot breath): fine then.

Ava: take that as your last tax I’ll ever pay you. You’ve taken enough from me.

Ava: *puts pictures into a box, all of them of her ex or his achievements or goals*

Ava: I have a nice new home for you! *dusting off her long gloves*

Ava: *tosses the box as far as she can onto the withering grass of her front lawn*

The rats: *squeak a chorus of delight*

Ava: THANKS FOR THE HOUSE YOU FUCKING OLD SOD!!! I’LL WATCH OVER IT TILL IT FALLS DOWN AROUND ME!!! THEN I’LL KEEP ON OUT LIVING YOU!!! JUST TO SPITE YOU FURTHER INTO HELL!!! KISS MY FUCKING ARSE!!!!

Ava: *goes back inside, feeling a little lighter, but her smile is slightly awkward*

Ava: *one second later breaks down screaming and sobbing like she never has before, not carding who hears, but letting out every ounce of pain ever dealt her, being taken from her parents too young, being tormented and abused, being left alone, everything and more, she crying it all out there, in a ball on the floor*

The rats: *watched on. Not interrupting, their heads slightly lowered. Making sure she didn’t need anything, making sure she wasn’t hurt, just watching their queen*

The box outside: *burst into flames hot enough to burn the glass in the frames away. A scorched mark was all that was left*

[kirimisosoup]

oc doodle - forms

[saiwola]

Just a sketch for now but gonna try something different.... that I probably won't finish...

[matchademi]

Stathis Racing history (a key for myself)

Stathis was around 7 when he started in rental karting, and at the time, his parents were ok with it, thinking it was just a hobby (2009 ish)

He ended up getting his own personal Kart when he was 9, and his parents started to get concerned that he was making this his career (2011 ish)

He won his first championship in karting at 10, and his parents started to pull away, leading to his older brother taking him to races (2012 ish)

At 12 he got into a nasty kart crash and had to take a year off and still deals with chronic pain in his leg and ribs area

He continued to place high in several other championships until he was 15 when he started racing in the Italian karting championship the following session, leading to a huge argument between himself and his parents leading to him moving to Italy and living with the Fiorano's who he knew despite Luca being a couple categories lower then him (2016 ish)

At 16, he moved up into Formula 4, placing 6th in the championship, but still moved up to Formula 3 (2018 ish)

18 he just barely snatched first in Formula 3 and moved up to F2 (2020)

At 19, he placed second by only 3 points and became a reserve driver for [surprisingly] Aston Martin (2021 ish)

At 20, he got sighed by Alpine for the following year (2022)

His first session in F1 (2023)

[officialpropheticnightmares]

I Think I'm Okay - WIP

This is purty good