#ashi tries to art

[miss-ostrich-art]

That time again when I randomly draw my one true fictional husband.

I literally never draw anymore but I will always draw this idiot. It's basically muscle memory at this point.

[blackfilmmakers]

The amount of whitewashed Asha art that is gonna come out because Disney is so inconsistent-

[rookvie]

idk who they r but i like them

[timeworncalamity]

HAPPY PRIDE 2023

[discoreptile]

Wee ha

[sageofgrief]

i can't remember your rules but i would like to request krisis getting flustered? thanks. i will llose my mind 💛

from brisquad-unit-4402

flustered krisis!?

︱ gn reader , teasing reader , flirty , established relationship with wilson

divider by cafekitsune

art by papercider (twt)

vezalius bandage

you and zali throw around flirty remarks at each other all the time, whenever one of you tries to catch the other off guard with it, the other just hits you with one right back, its definitely an amusing relationship for an observer.

zali was tending to your wounds after you trip and fell and took a pretty good bruise on your knee caused by the rocky ashy road. "you really need to be more careful, my dear.." he said as he laid the bandage on your soft skin, to which he noticed. despite being a medic healer, he's never had to heal you that often since you were really a careful person, which is why youre confused how this even happened. "your skin.." zali noticed "..what? whats wrong?" you looked at zali then down at your knee, which now was a better sight to be seen than before. "..nothing, it's..so soft" zali caressed the area around the bandage, you chuckled softly as you thought this was another one of zali's flirtatious gestures he was trying to pull on you to finally see you blush. you put a hand on top of his hand and it felt...warm. "youre warm, zali" you took notice, looked back at him and smiled, a smile that stung his heart and the memories of it ringing, bouncing back and forth in his head. he thought of all the happy memories you two had with each other up until this moment and started to form a faint blush on his cheeks. "zali?" "hmm?~" "youre blushing." you said, "am i now? well thats unfortunate now is it?" he chuckled softly, zali didnt care now that he technically loss their little game 'cause all he wanted is to tell you how he was really feeling, and by the look of it, it looked like you felt the same way.

vantacrow bringer

vanta always act so tough but this man will melt if he stares into your eyes for even 5 seconds, maybe even less. you knew this was his one weakness so you decided to challenge him to a staring contest.

"hah! i win once again!" vanta cheered as he released his arm from yours, you two were having an arm wrestling contest, you already knew you'd lose so you just gave up. "what should we do next? ive been winning every challenge so far~" vanta teased you, "how abouuut.. a staring contest?" you suggested. "easy!" he confidently obliged.

you two sat down on a chair across not that far from each other and began. you stared into his purple eyes that windowed into his inner soul. you were doing great, but vanta's eyes seem to be shaking? "why you shaking, bringer?" you asked, "...im not shaking youre shaking...." he nervously murmured.

the man eventually blinks and you declare your victory, but just before you said so, you take a look at vanta who broke the gaze and it looked like the man was out of breath from running a marathon. he had a hand on his chest, he was blushing, and he was sighing. "looks like i won.." you declared. "y-yeah.. you win" he admitted defeat and looked back to you, "are you blushing?" you tilted your head to the side. "uhhhhh..." he tried to come up with an excuse before looking down at his phone, "hey zali's calling, lets meet up with him...!" vanta quickly whipped up a quick excuse just to get you to stop teasing him about his flustered state. while walking though, you could tell that he was still thinking about that moment by the way he smiles randomly from time to time.

yu q wilson

he's a simple boy. just hold his hand and you'll have him hiding his face from you. he also enjoys when you ruffle his hair, when you sit on his lap, oh he also loves when you give him nicknames.

you were in the drivethru at a local fast food restaurant, you were in the driver seat, wilson being your passenger princess. you pulled up and requested your order to the worker, "that's it for me.. you want anything, yu?" you asked wilson if he wanted anything, he told you his order and you told it back to the worker. you decided to pull a little prank and call him your husband instead of your boyfriend. it's a silly prank that you saw on the internet and you knew instantly that you had to try it on him "my husband just wants fries" "HU- hus..band...?" he nearly yelled but covered his mouth before doing so. "yes, thank you" you thanked the lovely worker and drove away from them. you drove up to the window and waited for your order, you decided to look back to wilson and he just had the most confused smile on his face with the most obvious blush on his cheeks. "whaaat?" you acted clueless. "HUSBAND?...husband???" that time he yelled to which you just laughed. right before the worker opened the window to hand you your order, wilson pulls you into a kiss that nearly turned into a makeout session in the car...you freaks.

im SO sorry this took so long 4402!!! but at last, i deliver

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[starrclown]

☆ Redesign Time/Have Tea With Me: The Black Characters of Hazbin Hotel, The Radio Demon ☆

Note: Okay I kinda feel like a cheat because it isn't a whole redesign, it's just two sketchy headshots. Sorry it's not a full design. Sorry also it isn't my Stolitz Rewrite... but I have 10 followers now!! I know that's not alot but hey, it means people actually WANT to read these blogs and see my art. I'll take it!!)

Ahoy Matey's!! So there has been two controversies going on withing the Hazbin Hotel fandom. 1 has been long term while the other is semi recent.

Have tea with me while we talk about it 🫖🍵:

1. The black/people of color don't have any features of their race.

2. Alastor's voodoo symbols.

I will not be talking about Alastor's voodoo. I am a white boy and I am not educated enough to talk about Voodoo. What I'm here to talk about is that none of the poc look like poc. Let's play another game. What is the race of these characters:

Have your guess? Their black. Sera is black, Velvette is black, and Alastor is Creole. All are black and or mixed and none of them have any ethnic features. All of them are gray. (I'm just saying it's sad when me, a white boy that has 2c/3a hair, has curlier hair then people with textured hair.)

(Also, Alastor, who is not a good guy but is the good guy team, is light gray. Velvette, who is on the villains side, is dark gray. I'm not accusing Viv of being racist but I find it weird.)

The problem is so easy to fix. GIVE THEM ETHNIC FEATURES!! ITS SO EASY!! No one's expecting you to draw every individual braid or dreadlock but oh my god!! Give them textured hair! Or I don't know, NOT ASHY GRAY SKIN!! BLACK PEOPLE ARE BEAUTIFUL VIV!! YOU CAN MAKE THEM BROWN ITS OKAY I SWEAR!! Sorry that got aggressive. Look, I just said that I am not a poc but there's no way they don't have black people on the SpindleHorse team. Hell, you can just ask people on Twitter or the black people you know!! Seriously, it's not hard to learn to draw ethnic features! It's really fun actually! I had so much fun drawing the second hairstyle!! Speaking if which!! (Drum noises)

Drawing these hairstyles were so fun yall. Andddddd, you get a sneak peak at what my Alastor redesign might look like! If you can tell what I'm going for then you get a cookie. Dude the second hairstyles was so fun. Like honestly. I do think I can do the first hairstyle, (I think I know the nameof this hairstyle but I don't want to be wrong.), better but thats for me to practice on my own time. Seriously I had so much fun drawing these. Hell I didn't even line them. Those are sketches with colors. These aren't final designs or anything, I still need to adjust colors and get his outfit planned out but I think I know where I'm going with this!!

The hairstyles I used:

It's just really sad seeing how SpindleHorse treats its poc characters. Textured hair can come in so many different types and hairstyles, you just wasting them making have straight hair with choppy waves. (Side note: Does anyone else like get excited when they draw new things? Like I was happy drawing Al's hair. I got excited learning how to draw my curls. I tried learning how to draw a hijab. It's really fun actually!! I highly suggest to challenge yourself drawing other types of hair types, races, religions, clothing. Seriously it helps your art and representation is important.)

There were other examples I couldn't list but I don't want this to be long. I want to get back to my Stolitz post but I HAD to draw Alastor with textured hair. Seriously Viv, he's Creole, at least make him look like it if your not even going to try and make him look like what he's described.

I have about 60% of the Stolitz post done! I encourage you to draw something new and to commit mass amounts of tax fraud!! Goodbye Matey's!!

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

[shkika]

Hi! I have a question regarding how close pebbles is to moon! I just finished reading pebbles pearl reading dialogue and in all his dialogue he just refers to moon as his neighbor. And he refers to suns as a close friend so do you think that canon pebbles doesnt feel close with moon while moon feels close with pebbles?

Oh no... do you know how much I love Pebbles and Moon's relationship. How well it's written, how every event makes sense and how much I love them?? Anon... you're sending me into a spiral..

Short answer to your question is yes! Moon thought of Pebbles as closer than he considered her in my opinion.

Incomprehensible ramble incoming! Since I NEED this information for my Moonie blog, I've researched this quite a bit, but I'm scatter brained so I'm sorry if it's hard to read.

We actually know this as a fact even merely from NSH talking about their relationship from him perspective!

Actually Sig and Suns are PERFECT candidates to peer into what Moon and Pebs were like! As they were their close friends from different sides of the coin!

Look at this for example.

Pebbles has always been distant. Moon tried to be a big sister to him and Sigs felt like she was never truly appreciated for it proper.

Suns acknowledges this and gives the reasoning that Pebbles sought independence. He didn't want to be told things. Which combined with Moon's seeing him as a younger sibling, it probably led to him being coddled too much.

Which.. no doubt probably annoyed him!

And how could he NOT seek independence on the other hand! He might sneer to Artificer about the protests concerning his creation, but they NO DOUBT left an impact on him! That's my opinion at least.

Not only was his very existence protested against from both the Shaded Citadel people, but ALSO from the very city that built him to MOVE there!!

WE KNOW that not everyone even MOVED!!!

(Ashy green pearl quote- Pebbles)

They did not want a new iterator!! They wanted Moon. No doubt he was compared to Moon as well. He didn't even get the luxury to have his own grounds of sorts. He and Moon are the only example we and hell maybe even they know of iterators being built so close together.

Which is especially sad when we put into perspective that Moon doesn't even like her citizens or have strong fondness for their art and culture. Unlike he very much does!

His last comfort was a pearl containing their hymn. He shares how he viewed the relationship he had with them as mutually beneficial (Very funny when she compares them to parasites.)

Moon is the one with seething hatred for them, not him which is just... so good. It only deepens as the game goes on by the way. Moon you are such a good character.

Back on track though.

What this entire situation reads to me as. Moon wanted to help and be there in any way she can for her little brother. She had responsibility over him. Pebbles was literally the only iterator out of them with another iterator administrator and it was her. She wanted for him to view her as family not as a boss or direct example.

But they were still attached and compared to one another. And although she tried her best, you can see how being treated as the lesser of the two, led to him wanting to be more distant.

Instead he grew very attached to Suns! Who seems like the opposite of Moon in all ways honestly. EXTREMELY BAD with their words, nihilistic prick!!!

It just makes sense. It's sad. I wouldn't blame anyone for the fact they grew a little distant.

I also don't in any way think Pebbles didn't at all like her or didn't care for her or all of that. His feelings were just complicated. I still think they loved each other.

[randomspagetti]

[Light & Regrets] (Curse!Au)

(Next)

I LIED! muahahaha this was actually a plot to put five pages out! But yeah anyway-

Some things I wanna address rq:

-GODDAMN, I did not realize how ashy Choco and Cacao were. I use a really dark screen to conserve battery so I guess I never picked that up 😭

-This is not excusing Cacao's actions as a parent. I feel like this has to be addressed given some Cacao Apologists. I am a Cacao Apologist, but torwards the stuff with his kingdom. Not his son. Choco was severely neglected, end of story.

Don't get me wrong I love Cacao, but I feel like devoiding him of blame takes away his character. He's made a lot of mistakes, and I feel it just makes him more realistic. I do usually hc him with a terrible childhood/past, and that affected how he raised his son, but it's in no way an excuse or used to lighten his actions. In this comic I've tried to show that and will continue to do so through the story. Just had to get that one out there.

Anyways- haha no twink pv for you. He's oldd (just like they all are)

You may notice the change in some things. My art will change from comic to comic and how I draw them as I evolve. This comic is a testament to how my art will grow and change as I do.

[vivalgi]

Regarding the new breed of MCs since Unbridled, the reason for their low artistic quality could be that they're based on character sprites originally made for Storyloom. Its creator tools provide similar body types for "realistic" MCs and the same choice of ashy skin tones. PB probably thought they could cut a few corners by recycling Storyloom content but the quality standards for art in that app are much lower than they are (or at least used to be) for Choices.

I have already tried my hand on some edits to see how these new bodies could be improved. I used this helpful app called Magic Poser which allows you to pose 3D figures to use as a base for your art projects. Meet Elle and Arnold, two figures from the app who helped me to get correct proportions:

First the female body type. One of the main problems to notice is that it has too short arms, especially from elbows below. The hands are also on the smaller side and the shoulders are too narrow. Moreover, the body is angled more sideways at the shoulders and then bends towards the viewer at the hips.

The male body type is actually pretty decent in terms of proportions. It does, however, suffer from weird looking pecs and abs like many other male bodies in Choices. The pecs have a pencil sharp contour, making them look rather saggy, and there seems to be a lump beneath the abs.

[miss-ostrich-art]

Trying to learn how to use procreate. I’m not instantly good at it and this frustrates me. But nevertheless I persevered . Do you like my gengar? Please say yes.

[nomicskeleton]

I have a idea for requests (if u comfortable with)! Its angsty but not at same time. Albedo/Xiao/Kazuha (if you comfortable with) shy s/o accidently confess them after that s/o crys and appologies bcs s/o thinks they will never ever any gets love. I hope u will ve have nice day or night or evening :3

DIDN'T MEAN TO SAY 'I LOVE YOU'

pairings: albedo, xiao x shy gn! reader

genres: angst to fluff

warning: insecurities, anxiety, crying, mentions of blood and bruises, all lowercase

(a/n): anon, y'know that i live for angst stories (cuz i'm a masochist) so i'm glad that someone finally requested this genre :") sorry that i won't include kazuha here cuz i'm running outta idea??hh and.. i don't like how this thread turns out tho but ANYWAY, HOPE YOU LIKE THIS AND SORRY FOR WAITING TOO LONG

ALBEDO:

who didn't adore this alchemist? aside from being an alchemy prodigy, he mastered the art so well. he indeed was such a talented being.

you had developed a crush on him a long time ago but you never dared to confess it since you felt your feeling would be a burden on him.

one day when you were trying to make your way to albedo's lab on dragonspine, a herd of hilichurls suddenly ambushed you.

being a person that didn't master any weapon and didn't receive a vision, you started overthinking if this was your end.

but the sound of blade thrusting and painful yelps of the hilichurls boomed your ears as you slowly watched over just to see them laying on a thick duvet of snow and dissipating in the air.

you couldn't help but let the tears out in terrified. not because of your knight in shining armor—albedo—killing monsters in front of you, but you were just too scared of the situation you were in.

"are you all right?" the blonde offered you his gloved hand.

you looked at him, tears brimming your eyes. the alchemist looked so ethereal with his glimmering teal eyes and ashy blond locks dancing in the freezing air of dragonspine.

why are you so pretty and strong? you make me fall in love again, you thought and soon saw a faint blush creep up the alchemist's cheeks. your eyes widened after a minute passed, you didn't just say that out loud right?!

you didn't spare a second for albedo to speak as you rambled panically about how you were so sorry to confess, that you were not worthy of receiving his love, and such.

"y/n," albedo cupped your cheeks, making you stop rambling. seeing you trembling made his chest twist. "who said that you're not worthy, hm? i'm glad that you reciprocate my feeling."

your world stopped, utterly shocked from the words albedo had uttered. the alchemist read your expression as a sigh and small smile plastered on his mouth, the blush on his face remained. "yes, y/n. i love you too." he spoke, rubbing your blushing cheeks with his thumbs. "now, let's go to my camp. it's freezing."

XIAO:

when he rescued you from a herd of treasure hoarders, your heart skipped a beat seeing his swift and strong movements. within a brief moment, he could take down the herd and your jaw dropped in awe.

the moment his sharp golden irises landed on your e/c ones, you felt your fear and panic feelings were now replaced by a foreign feeling. your heart was drumming that you were scared he might hear it.

"call my name—adeptus xiao, if you need help." as he said that, the mist surrounded him and his figure was nowhere to be found.

when you visited wangshu inn for delivering stuff, you decided to get some fresh air after a long day of work. as you went upstairs, your eyes widened at the sight of xiao's back. he was standing on the balcony, facing the illuminating moon.

your eyes lit in excitement and you called him, making his head turn around. you suddenly felt awkward but tried to make some small talk anyway. to your surprise, he just gave you short replies and sounded annoyed and cold. heartbroken? yes, pretty much since he seemed to not enjoy your encounter.

verr goldet noticed and told you that was his usual self. she tried to cheer you up and said almond tofu was the best option to summon him.

it turned out right. the sight of his cheeks puffing as he munched the tofu delightfully made you want to run laps. your visits to wangshu inn were more often despite him telling you not to call him if it wasn't necessary, but he still came though.

one time when you summoned him and he appeared in front of you, you were surprised at his state. cuts and blood stained his skin, the look on his face obviously told you that he was in hurt even though he tried to hide the pain.

"no need to be so dramatic, i received these occasionally. not a big deal." xiao whipped his head away as you tried to treat his wounds.

"h-how can i be not upset when the person i like gets hurt—" you immediately shut up realizing what you just spoke.

xiao slowly turned at you as you started to feel embarrassed. "what...?" he whispered.

you stuttered out several apologies and instantly walked off, but xiao could still hear you mumble "i don't deserve you".

the adeptus was taken aback, he realized that you both shared somehow a similar mindset but the small sparking weird feeling in his heart said otherwise. he wanted to tell you that you were worthy and need not be so unconfident. he teleported in front of you and froze at his spot while facing your shocked face.

"i... enjoy your company." he spoke with a low voice, face burning red and his eyes looking down. "so, don't say that."

xiao disappeared through the mist as soon he finished his words. you were left there dumbfounded, didn't believe what he just spoke. your heart drummed so rapidly as his words repeated in your mind like a broken radio.

[okiidokii]

Obligotry Once-a-Month art post, and here's the main five designs lol.

I'm hella busy right now and I already barely had time to draw the Lagoona and Cleo designs, I then realized I had some problems with my first take on the big three so I redesigned them. I'll make bios for Lagoona and Cleo (as well as Ghoulia and Spectra, who are supposed to be part of this "Wave 1" lineup), but just unshaded full-bodies for now.

edit: Individual artworks cause the main image is blurry as shit 😭

Tangent under the Cut!

I made some little changes for Frankie ( I now realize I didn't even complete the pattern of the leg warmers, but ngl I'm vibing with the asymmetry). I just thought their design was too busy to work for a doll. Not that I am planning on making these designs into dolls, but that was my mindset when designing them. The excessive patterns, while looking cool to me, might seem off-putting to see on shelves so I toned it down a bit. Also removed some layers of clothes cause LOL there is NO way Mattel would ever put that many layers on a playline doll. Also changed the shoes, kinda rushed the first ones I designed I didn't like them at all. I feel these one fit my direction for Frankie a lot more.

Cleo was very inspired by Mcbling era of 2000s fashion. I like G1 Cleo a lot, but I think she was of the main dolls who didn't really have a clear fashion style attached to her, just wearing Egyptian motifs. Which don't get me wrong, looked really good at times, but I feel a lot more could be done with her. I associate the Mcbling era with extreme consumerism and hyper-femininity, and like... if that's not Cleo. Gave Cleo hazy eyes, jaundice, and generally ashy skin so she looks especially dead looking.

I didn't really have that much beef with my Clawdeen design as much as I had beef with her drawing. Like it looked SO bad compared to the rest. I actually sat my as down and drew her braids this time. I also changed her bra-mesh shirt cause 1.) again, Mattel will never put that many layers on a playline doll 2.)IDK maybe I'm a prude but perhaps it was too much for a 15 year old?

Lagoona was really a case of having my cake (making her Australian) and eating it too (making her a WOC). My Lagoona Blue is a Yawk-Yawk, a sea creature with sea-weed hair from the Bininj indigenous people of Australia. I wanted to connect her to an actual sea creature because honestly G1 half-sea nymph thing was vague as hell, and G3 is giving us literally nothing.I'd like to imagine the seaweed being a plastic mold at the back of her neck, like Viperine snakes. A lot of redesigns of Lagoona tend to go for streetwear or sport-leisure, but I went for beach fashion cause I liked the vibes. To compensate for the utter mainstreamness of her fashion, I tried to give her weird makeup.

Drac changed significantly because she was the only one whose design I outright disliked, at least for a hypothetical core doll. I removed the pink streaks cause I thought while it might look cool as a drawing, it might look garish on a doll (that and It'd be difficult to root with a machine). Still think the design might be a hassle to translate to doll form (the skirt is WAY too much), so I might have to revise it, again. But I like this direction much more.

[whiteoutzz]

thoughtful or listener? :3

decided to do both of them :3 tried to make them distinct enough since i draw them with similar body types. don't think i succeeded but i am working on that.

design whise i do like listener having maroon scales and red eyes + making thoughtfuls glasses heart shaped... but i could do better <- not that i dont like how the drawing turned out just not satisfied with the designs yet

(art requests open)

[id: Two headshot drawings of Listener and Thoughtful, opposite to each other. Listener has dark pink, almost maroon base color with ashy underbelly, maroon spines and plate scales under the eyes, and light pink horns and line between underbelly and rest of the scales. She has a lean neck, long snout, curvy spines and blocky shapes. Her eyes are red with short eyelashes and teardrop scales under then. She has a confident smile on her face. Thoughtful has dark yellowish scales with lighter underbelly, cream horns, dapples of scales and line between underbelly and rest of the scales. Plate scales under his eyes and spines are dark, almost black. He has a lean neck, long face shaped like a triangle softened at the edges, and droopy ears. His spines are short and rounded. He has heart shaped glasses with golden frame and wire wrapped around the horns, ended with a small gold charm. The glass is pink, and his eyes are green, with small eyelashes. He has a sheepish smile on his face and half closed eyes. The background is desaturated red and there are white outlines around both of them. / end id]

[upn-the-sky]

Give me God of War!! (Ares OOAK, Part 1)

okay, you know, how craft works.

One day you've just become attached to GOW with ropes and tears. Another day you've decided in your head that you can't breath without any figure from this game.

You probably buy Kratos action figure (as I did) and probably feel yourself satisfied because your money are safe now (as I thought too! I can't have armored Kratos on his olympic throne, cause I don't have a third kidney, sadly, so I was very pleased with a little god Kratos figure (Neca). After fixing up paint on his face, I look at him and think ohw, you are gorgeous :зззззз).

So, you are moving forward, replay or rewatch god of war games, especially the first games... you are fine.

UNTIL you decide that you are an adept, who stans GOW Ares. You fire up this dump and can't live your life without Ares doll. Idol. I-doll.

If you are me, then you can understand. As Ares said, flesh burns, bones breaks, but putting man into making a custom doll is what truly destroys him. So I hugged my family to increase my level of rage and started. Now you can go under the cut

Actually, I wouldn't do it, but there is no GOW Ares figures in this cruel world at all. Sadly! He is beautiful red-haired war baby, isn't he?

And I like his original design more than the one we have in Ascension. (Althought I like his non-armored outfit (red chiton) from Ascension concept arts, which wasn't used). Anyway, if we want to have our own god of war, we have one way to figure it out.

Personally I've seen only one Ares OOAK in the internet. It was at Neca Kratos base and it was kinda fine. There was completely re-sculpted head, but the body was without any changes. Kratos in his slut era (thank you tumblr, you are the best) was really scraggy, so Ares with his thin waist looked funny 😅.

Well, anyway, Ares wasn't a thin reed and loved to hunch over, so we need to be canon.

I would say, I am not an OOAKer at all, I've just customized my own ball-joined dolls a couple of times, and I say it straightly, making Ares bjd would be nice, but it probably turns out to an endless torture for me and my finances. So for the base I decided to chose 1/6 scale action figure. I needed to harvest a head and a body. It is going to be a re-sculpted hybrid anyway, so we can ignore color difference and stuff. Yes, I devoted my heart and aliexpress account to Ares 🥲

Whoever recognized the head donor actor, well done x) A bit of alcohol and nail cutter for the eyes (it's varnish was undestructible, holy shit..) will manually wipe out his personality forever, bye

Beautiful face. But totally needs to be reworked. Ares has unique face features like a round forehead, wide mouth, full upper lip and a bit potato, but still hellenic nose (isn't it precious? 💕). Honestly I think Santa Monica made him really pleasing and beautiful man in his mature ages. He is not old, but you feel that he is not young too already.

So I took out my Ares iconostasis, which allows me to absorb his beauty from all angles, and started a portrait sculpting.

It was a little hell, but after letting all changes dry, I sanded it and tinted head using airbrush so it will be able to match a body color. Quick matching test:

Nice?

As you can see, both body and head has a good tan skintone. And I know, Ares in GOW1 is as pale as Kratos.

Why am I not tinted him in ashy grey color? 1) It is night in a game, colors are faded because of it, 2) I tried and it looked messy, really... 3) I headcanon that both Ares and Kratos have the same reason for that: Ares is covered in ashes too. But Ares is not cursed, he is like.. always in contact with fire.

So I think that under this grey dust Ares has classic olive skin, same as Kratos. That's why I leave my Ares as if he was washed in a bath and get tidy like he is going to visit Aphrodite's chamber 💫. Anyway if I want to, I just can use photo filters to change it.

Okay, things become serious now.

We've finally reached to the face up.. And my working table lies in ruins and not usable anymore because of the fucking mess after previous steps.

God dammit on me and every single hair I drew in his eyebrows, but I have to say, it was really exciting to paint him. Finally give him his own gaze, brighten up his lips and cheeks. I didn't want to make him an angry bitch. Because he is not this person for me, neither in myths, nor in the game. He is a god, who lived through a lot of mortal lives and has seen a different kinds of.. chaos you know. OG Kratos is an infant compared to him I mean if you think of amount of past experience Ares has. Imho, he wasn't even truly angry at Kratos in GOW1. So I painted his expression how I feel and interpret his main emotional tone. Ares can be purely wrathful, but wrath is not cynical. That's what i think of him.

Okay, when the god became able to truly look after me, I couldn't hesistate and started to made the most iconic feature of him. His flaming hair and beard.

And I'll say it if you don't. I absolutely ❤ adore ❤ his red tousled mane ❤ .

(Just imagine Aphrodite tugging it or brushing, or just bury her face in his hair, because she knows that he will never burn her with his flames. I want to draw this now...)

I wanted his hair to be soft, easily combed and glowing without any electric lights. Gladly I've worked with a doll hair for a long time already.

Earlier I didn't cut off all of plastic hair from the head, only changed hairline by moving it a bit upper from his forehead. It was a part of the plan from the beginning. For the dolls I usually use very thin wool, and plastic mold will provide needed volume for his front combed strands. Screenshots before the eyes, two days of straggling (I wanted all hair to be removable without damaging varnish on his face) and we finally done.

And honestly I don't even want to shorten his hair. He is a perfection.

(Sorry for the empty juice bottle, I will set him on a body later)

Thank you for watching.

Skeletor will return soon with Part 2, where we will create his iconic armor. Well, I hope it will be soon. As soon as I have donors for a dog heads 🥲 He really loved Cerberus.

[blondeboyfriend]

𝐑𝐀𝐖 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Kishibe x m!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] This is one of my pieces for @semisgroupie's What's Done in the Dark Collab. I decided to write Kishibe as a famous art dealer creeping on an unwitting art student. Thank you for letting me participate! (Yes, this is a repost.) [ SYNOPSIS ] Kishibe can make you the darling of the art world, but it'll cost you. [ WORD COUNT ] 2k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU, y/n is transmasc, age gap (30+ year gap), alcohol, dubcon (power imbalance), daddy kink, vaginal sex, pet name (baby), Makima is a shady college professor, little bit of size kink because I believe in big dick Kishibe, he steals your underwear, creampie.

“Hey, Makima, someone really wants to know where you keep your wine opener,” you said, tapping your professor on the shoulder.

She didn't respond or move a muscle. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for her. She didn’t outright deny your existence most days, but you were sure you didn’t make much of an impression on her outside of the lecture hall. It was a shock when she invited you to her apartment for a party.

“Ma—”

“Do you know why I invited you here?” She asked suddenly.

You laughed. “Nope! Not at all.”

She placed her cold hand on the small of your back and led you away from the group of people she had been conversing with.

“You show a lot of promise.” She guided you into the kitchen. “And there are very important people here that could give you a leg up and utilize your raw talent.”

She opened a drawer and fished out a corkscrew.

“Oh, that’s great,” you mumbled, reaching for it.

She held it just out of reach. “Be a good boy and make the most of it,” she said before handing it over to you.

“Okay…”

You peeked out at the window. The night sky was clear and the moon hung high in it. It was a beautiful sight, but the slamming of a car door distracted you from it. You noticed a man stumble out of a cab and make his way over to your professor’s apartment building. You glanced back at her, only to notice she apparently evaporated into thin air.

You sighed and put the corkscrew on the counter, suddenly not caring about the random person needing it. Your mind was too wrapped up in whatever the fuck it was your professor was getting at. The newfound admiration coming from Makima was dizzying, but you decided to go with it. Granted you didn’t have much of a choice because you were in her home and you prided yourself on being a good houseguest.

You looked around the kitchen and tried to decide who to talk to, but you couldn’t figure out which people were the important ones, the powerful ones.

Luckily an enchanting voice called out your name. You turned around to see your professor standing beside a disheveled looking older man in a black suit. His white button-down was haphazardly tucked in and his tie was loose around his neck. His hair was dyed an ashy blonde color and his ears were pierced, the length of them hugged by a succession of thick, black rings. He looked a little unsteady on his feet as you made your way over to them.

“This is Kishibe. He’s an art dealer,” Makima said plainly.

You were more than familiar with who he was as a concept. He owned six galleries, all of which housed pieces from the most in-demand artists. His name was synonymous with the young and contemporary which was hilarious considering he was in his fifties. You always assumed Kishibe would have been someone on the younger side.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said, holding out your hand.

He stared at it before taking a sip out of a silver flask he had tucked away in his suit jacket. You found yourself repulsed, but still drawn in by his presence. After all, he wasn't bad looking. There was a rugged handsomeness to him. He looked like he was probably a pretty boy before the world weathered and wore him down.

“Is he the one you’ve been talking about?”

Kishibe spoke about you as if you weren’t standing right in front of him. Your professor nodded. Your stomach dropped at the thought of her talking about you while you weren’t around. You hoped that she spoke highly of you, or at least with pleasant indifference.

“Alright. You can go,” he replied, waving her off. He directed his attention towards you. “Let’s go somewhere a little more private.”

“Sure. Uh… What exactly do you want to talk about?” You asked, trailing after him down the hallway.

He didn’t bother answering your question. He opened a door leading to your professor’s bedroom. He seemed to think this was an optimal spot to discuss whatever it was he had on his mind.

“On the bed,” he mumbled.

You walked inside the room, sterile in its decor. Your palms were sweaty at the prospect of being in Makima’s private quarters. It felt too intimate, like you were seeing her naked or something. Despite this you awkwardly obeyed Kishibe and took a seat on her bed. The mattress was firm, borderline uncomfortable.

“So Makima says you’re pretty talented for your age.”

The last part of his sentence stung.

“I guess.”

“You guess?” He said, running his hand through his sleek hair. It looked soft. You couldn’t help but think about how it would feel sliding between your fingers. “That’s a shitty way to sell yourself.”

“I didn’t realize I was selling myself to be honest.”

“Why else would we be talking?”

He had a point, but he could have been nicer about it.

“I’ve seen a few of your pieces. They’re not bad,” he said, tone a little gentler.

“Not bad? That doesn’t sound very promising.”

He stared at you intently. You felt like you were on display, like a piece of meat waiting to be bought and consumed. He narrowed his dark eyes and stepped closer to you.

“What?” You asked nervously.

“I need to make sure you’re a good fit before I start investing in you.”

“Well, uh, I know you tend to deal with more contemporary stuff and my approach isn’t very—”

He lifted your chin with his rough fingers, forcing you to look up at him.

“Hush. Here’s what’s gonna happen: I’m gonna bend you over and fuck you until you cry, and in return I’ll make you a star. How’s that sound?”

“I… What?”

He took a seat beside you. He draped an arm over your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. Your cunt throbbed as the smell of alcohol and juniper worked its way into your nose. The heat of his body against yours was almost too much to bear.

“Don’t make this awkward.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I should probably go. I’m… I don’t even really have anything worth selling honestly.”

You tried to get up, but Kishibe refused to let you go so easily.

“Makima made it seem like you’d be a bit more pliable.”

“Pliable?!”

He pulled out his flask. “Hm, I should have kept that to myself,” he grumbled before taking a drink. “You want any?”

He held out his flask and for some stupid reason you grabbed it. You took a sip of the bitter whiskey and tried not to gag.

“Listen,” he said, bringing his face closer to yours. “Anything I show is worth selling. If I say something is valuable, it is. But that’ll only benefit you if you let me… Well, you know. I don’t have to say it.”

You took another sip from his flask and glanced over at him, noticing that he was palming his crotch. Your stomach was filled with a swarm of butterflies.

“Can you say something?”

“Um, something,” you laughed.

“Very funny. Now are you gonna let me fuck you or what?”

You hesitated even though you knew your answer. You didn’t want to seem too eager. And you were lowkey ashamed that his words were so convincing. Fame never mattered to you before meeting Kishibe. Hell, being a professional artist in any form seemed like a pipe dream, something incredibly out of reach. But now it was being dangled in front of you, its accessibility so tantalizing. How the fuck could you say no?

“Ye—yeah,” you said, eyes wide and doe-like. “We can do, um, that I guess.”

Kishibe seemed to wait for you to make a move, but you were frozen in place. He sighed.

“You’re lucky I like ‘em a little innocent,” he said, pressing his lips to your neck.

The feeling of his stubble against your skin made you tense up.

“C’mon, baby. Relax. Drink more if that’ll help.”

You held the flask to your lips and finished it off. You coughed and handed it back to him. He looked impressed and even more hungry for you.

“Atta boy,” he said. “Now let’s have some fun.”

He took off his suit jacket and began to unbuckle his belt. You stared down at your own clothes and decided to follow his lead, even though the thought of Makima catching you in any state of undress filled you with unspeakable dread. You unbuttoned your pants and slipped them off, letting them fall to the floor.

You got on your back and watched as he crawled on top of you. He pushed your underwear to the side and slid a finger in between your folds. You let out a small whine as he spread them apart and pushed the tips of his fingers inside.

“Fuck,” you moaned as he drove his fingers further in, stretching you out.

You rutted against his hand, craving friction. He chuckled and pulled his fingers out of your weeping cunt.

“If you’re gonna do that, I’d rather have my cock inside you,” he said before sucking your arousal off his fingers.

Unable to cope with your aching clit any longer, you began to unzip Kishibe’s pants and pulled his cock out of his briefs. He smirked, grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head in one swift, quick motion. He used his free hand to strip off your underwear and guide his cock into your cunt.

“Tell daddy how bad you want it,” he purred, teasing your hole with his tip. He leaned in close so he wouldn’t miss a word.

“Really, really bad,” you whined. “I need it.”

“Aw, you need it, huh?” He asked, biting your ear lobe.

He sunk his length into you, his balls slapping up against your taint. You gasped as his thick cock filled your cunt, stretching it out further than it ever had before. He groaned as it pressed against your cervix.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “You feel so good.”

He started to thrust into you hard, unable to contain himself. You clenched your jaw and held onto him, digging your fingers into his shoulders. He didn’t seem to mind and continued to slam his cock into your cunt. You tried to temper your moans, but it was impossible. The pleasure was simply too much; it couldn’t be contained.

“That’s it,” he panted. “Louder for daddy.”

He rubbed your clit, sending you over the edge. You cried out his name as he fucked you harder and harder. Your cheeks were on fire as you thought about the potential of someone hearing you. You shut your eyes and pretended you were getting fucked in your own bed.

Kishibe’s thrusts were growing more urgent by the second and you felt like you were sinking into the mattress, weighed down by your own ardor. You were limp, your body no longer your own. You were just a toy for him to manipulate at will. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to crescendo and engulf your entire being. You were consumed with pleasure as your vision blurred and your whining filled the room.

“You gonna be a good boy and let me come inside you?”

“Yes,” you groaned. “Please, please, please.”

His pace quickened and his thrusts grew sloppy. He gritted his teeth and filled your cunt with spurts of warm cum. Once he was finished he collapsed on top of you, his breathing slightly labored.

“Tomorrow,” he said sleepily. “Come by the gallery and we’ll talk business.”

He slowly lifted himself off of you and tucked his cock back into his clothes. He picked his suit jacket and put it back on. You gave him a thumbs up and sat up. Your eyes darted around for your underwear. He smirked and snatched them off the bed before you could grab them.

“Hey!”

“I’ll be keeping these. Have a good night, baby.”