#i can only draw blobs

[lunar-caterpillar]

They are observing, like any good detective would.

[funsizedcrow]

When the youngest sibling becomes the oldest :)

Q&A (as asked by my sister and me to myself)

Q: Why is Time wearing his kokiri clothes while everyone else is just in smaller versions of their regular outfits?

A: Time came prepared for a situation exactly like this. shrunken or not child him is not wearing that armor (i didnt want to draw it)

Q: Why is Wind lecturing Legend?

A: He tried to grab a fire rod

Q: Why are they all children except for Wind?

A: I thought it would be funny. Maybe a wizzrobe did it. Maybe blue stalfos from oracle of ages showed up. Maybe there was an incident with Purah's de-aging rune. Who knows I'm just the artist here

[cogitohazard]

I need to see gmail lighting a blunt on sisyphus's head please you painted an image into my head that NEEDS to become real. I beg of yee

:3

[doitforthelentilsoup]

some assortment of stuff!

2 is a redraw of https://www.tumblr.com/bluehairedspidey/645853183959334913

[rustedleopard]

Made the mistake of looking up Ceroba on google and suffered from the ten thousand big tittied AI generated generic fox furry art attack. Cowards, all of them! This woman is a mother in her late-twenties to mid-thirties, is an alcoholic, and is in a massive depressive rut. Give her eye bags, make her hair start to go grey, make her look older and messy. Draw her in a way that aligns with her character instead of like every other fox furry design out there! Ugh!

[raeverie-devlogging]

Stares off into the distance. Surely suddenly spawning a "reasonably short" VN idea the literal day before the game jam starts can only bode well in every sense of the matter

[paintedlepard]

Also! With the rebooted art blog comes a new sona! Meet the Letter A, a shapeshifting creature who LOVES flexing his weird biology and playing dress-up <3

He's called Letter A because every single one of my self-insert ocs has a name starting with A, so I decided a silly guy meant to just Be Me should be the epitome of that concept!

[kirumarythechair]

dw twin i gotchu

gladoses design can basicaly be boiled down to blobs and lines, i find it helpfull to divide her chassis into diffrent sections, like this:

we got her "collarbone", "torso", rings, "body", "arms" and wires as seperate peices that can be boiled down and simplified easily here i tried my best

for her "collarbone",, its basically 2 squares set on top of eachother, with the top one being smaller and slightly tilted fowards, where the "neck" connects and stuff

for her "torso", its more of a weird leaf-esque blobby shape below the "collarbone", its curved and has a small bump below it. Not really that big!!!

her rings should be done before the rest of her body as they are a really good basis for putting the rest of her body and arms and wires, but thats just my own opinion. They shoudlent be that far apart from her "collarbone"

dont really have that much to say here other than it fleshes out her more and is also a good basis for where to put her "arms". This is basicallyy details

her "arms" really help sew the drawing together, theyre basicaly just a bunch of wires with cubes around them, w rectangular prisims at each end. They connect the "torso" and "body" together

last but not least her wires/rest of body!!!! They come out on top of the rings and on both of her sides too. Nothing much to say here aside from youve finished your drawing w this !!! Ur glady is now complete

lmk if this was helpfull or if you need more help, best advice i can give is to study her render well since thats what i did 😭😭😭 but uh yeah. have fun

Yall how to draw glados 💔💔 ts so hard

[kayayayayayayayayayayayaya]

I dreamed that I was in a cooking completion and I had to team up with Wei Wuxian and Xie Lian.

Once we where done with the 'cooking' I was asked to talk about what we made and the process.

I was so out of my element that I just said the first words that came to mind "Laxatives and Geräte (machines)" and Xie Lian just echoed it with such enthusiasm that I woke up from shock.

Which surprisingly happens a lot with the dreams I have so I just think of it as me dieing of shock in the dream.

[tundraplateau]

Does anyone know what the name of this kind of thing is?

It’s probably my favourite way of doing hair but it’s so f@!#ing difficult to find references when I don’t know the f$%?ing name for it.

While I’m still here, there’s also a guy on YouTube that influenced my preferences and had a few characters like this

Pleeeaaase I need names

[leenes-second-blog]

"Maybe we should consider the possibility of a... runaway"

"How dare you suggest that ?"

--

"Ah... All of a sudden, it feels as though something is crushing my heart"

--

Day 5: Hurt hehe >:)

What's worse in a missing case ? The possibility that a loved one's deceased and you may never find them ? Or that they decided to leave everything behind, including you, without a trace ?

!! I think this one is the one I'm the most proud of for now :)

[sketchingstars03]

My Interpretation of Fell!Ink!

Inspired by a conversation about fell variants with friends of mine. We really weren’t happy with the most popular depiction of Fell!Ink this fandom produced, so I took it upon myself to make my own version!

Some facts about this design and my interpretation’s personality:

The first colours this version experienced were yellow and red instead of yellow and green

The grey undershirt is inspired by the meaning of Ink’s white undershirt in his original design. Where that symbolized the emptiness and lack of soul he tries to hide but always shows through, this shirt symbolizes how fell!ink is even MORE morally grey than his canon counterpart (somehow).

The red splotches on their pants are just paint, but Ink likes that it looks like blood.. in a “15 year old on deviantart making their tragic wolf demon OC” way

Is quite fond of more “angsty” AUs

His scarf producing ink blobs at the top was inspired by how canon fell sans’s jacket sort of “flames up” when using his magic

The darker black colour (I refuse to use pure black) is, on top of being just an Underfell Colour™️, because of how ink itself is primarily black

The “scary face” fangs are permanently visible (it’s an intimidation tactic)

I liked the idea of his scarf going from a lighter to a darker colour instead of a darker to a lighter colour this time. In fact I’ve inverted quiet a few visual elements of the design in that way, most notably the direction of the v-shape on his over shirt thing

This Ink is a lot more open and upfront about seeing everything and everyone as nothing more than fictional characters, and as a result doesn’t really care about anyone else. Only looking out for themselves in such a “kill or be killed” multiverse. Even canon Ink cares more than this guy does.

Still a mischievous prankster, though his pranks are much more mean spirited. He’s an intentional jerk instead of canon Ink’s more unintentional jerkiness.

Much more quick to jump to physical fights when encountering a threat, but still doesn’t go out of his way to be unnecessarily violent. His scarf is torn because of those more frequent fights.

Though not pictured, his tongue is black instead of rainbow. But he still has the rainbow blush and happy freckles! (will not let anyone see them though)

Is still Not Evil

The Delta Rune on the tip of Fountain Pen Broomie (Fountie?) is just a result of that being how I draw Broomie normally 😅. You can change that part of the design if you’d like

So uh, yeah! Hope you like it! (Sorry not sorry for yapping)

OG Ink sans by @comyet

Underfell AU by @underfell

[local-dragon-haunt]

hey! i’m an artist and i was wondering what about the httyd crossover art made it obviously AI. i’m trying to get better at recognizing AI versus real art and i totally would have just not clocked that.

Hey! This is TOTALLY okay to not have recognized it, because I DIDN'T AT FIRST, EITHER. Unfortunately there’s no real foolproof way to distinguish real art from the fake stuff. However I have noticed a general rule of thumb while browsing these last few months.

So this is the AI generated image I used as inspiration. I will not be tagging the account that posted it because I do not condone bullying of any type, but it’s important to mention that this was part of a set of images:

This is important because one of the BIGGEST things you can use to your advantage is context clues. This is the thing that clued me in: right off the bat we can see that there is NO consistency between these three images. The art style and outfits change with every generated image. They're vaguely related (I.E. characters that resemble the Big Four are on some sort of adventure?) and that's about it. Going to the account in question proved that all they posted were AI generated images. All of which have many red flags, but for clarity's sake we'll stick with the one that I used.

The first thing that caught my eye was this???? Amorphous Blob in the background. Which is obviously supposed to be knights or a dragon or something.

Again, context clues come into play here. Artists will draw everything With A Purpose. And if what they're drawing is fanart, you are going to recognize most of what you see in the image. Even if there are mistakes.

In the context of this image, it looks like the Four are supposed to be running from these people. The thing that drew my attention to it was the fact that I Didn't Recognize The Villains, and this is because there is nothing to recognize. These shapes aren't Drago, or Grimmel, or Pitch, or any other villain we usually associate with ROTBTD. They're just Amorphous Blobs that are vaguely villain shaped.

Which brings me to my second point:

Do you see the way they're standing? There is no purpose to this. It throws the entire image off. Your eye is drawn to the Amorphous Villain Blobs in the background, and these characters are not reacting to them one bit.

Now I'm not saying that all images have to have a story behind them, but if this were created by a person, it clearly would have had one. Our group here is not telling a story, they are posing.

This is because the AI does not see the image as a whole, but as two separate components: the setting, and the description of the characters that the prompter dictates. I.E. "Merida from Brave, Jack Frost from ROTG, Rapunzel from Tangled, and Hiccup from HTTYD standing next to each other"

Now obviously the most pressing part of this prompt are the characters themselves. So the AI prioritizes that and tries to spit out something that WE recognize as "Merida from Brave, Jack Frost from ROTG, Rapunzel from Tangled, and Hiccup from HTTYD standing next to each other".

This, more times than not, is going to end up with this stagnant posing. Because AI cannot create, it can only emulate. And even then, it still can't do it right. Case in point:

This is not Hiccup. The AI totally thinks this is Eugene Fitzherbert. Look at the pose. The facial structure. The goatee. The smirk. The outfits. He's always next to Raps. Why does he have a quiver? Where's Toothless? His braids? His scar??

HE HAS BOTH OF HIS LEGS.

The AI. Cannot even get the most important part of it's prompt correct.

And that's just the beginning. Here:

More amorphous shapes.

So these are obviously supposed to be utility belts, but I mean. Look at them. The perspective is all off. There are useless straps. I don't even know what that cluster behind Jack's left arm is supposed to be.

This is a prime example of AI emulating without understanding structure.

You can see this particularly in Jack, between his hands, the "tassels" of his tunic, and the odd wrinkles of his boots. There's just not any structure here whatsoever.

Lastly, AI CANNOT CREATE PATTERNS.

Here are the side-by-sides of the shit I had to deal with when redesigning their outfits. Please someone acknowledge this. This killed me inside. THIS is most recognizable to me, and usually what I look for first if I'm wary about an art piece. These clusterfuck bunches of color. I hate them. I hate them so. much.

Anyways here's some other miscellaneous things I've noticed:

Danny Phantom Eyes

???? Thumb? (and random sword sheath)

Collarbone Necklace (corset from hell)

No Staff :( No Bow :(

What is that.

So yeah. Truly the best thing to do is to just. study it. A lot of times you aren't gonna notice anything just looking at the big picture, you need to zoom in and focus on the little details. Obviously I'm not like an expert in AI or anything, but I do have a degree in animation practices and I'm. You know. A human being. So.

In conclusion:

(Y'all should totally reblog my redesign of this btw)

[mommyameliestorycorner]

The warm glow of candlelight flickered against the tiled bathroom walls, casting a soft, golden hue over the room. The air smelled of lavender and vanilla, mixing with the faint, powdery scent that always seemed to linger around Little. Mommy reclined in the tub, the water embracing her as she exhaled a slow, contented sigh. After a long, busy week, this was her moment to unwind.

But tonight was special. Tonight, she had company.

Just a few feet away, sprawled out on his tummy with crayons scattered around him, Little hummed to himself. He had been so proud when Mommy had told him he’d earned this treat—staying up late, coloring beside her while she took her bath. His little feet wiggled behind him, clad in the soft, footed pajamas she had picked out, the ones covered in tiny duckies. The familiar bulge of his thick nighttime diaper peeked out as he squirmed, a telltale sign that he had soaked it but hadn’t yet noticed, too lost in his colorful world.

Mommy watched him, her heart swelling. His pacifier bobbed slightly as he babbled around it, mumbling half-formed thoughts about his day at daycare.

“An’ then, an’ then, Miss Katie say I share really good! I let Sammy have my blocks even when I was still usin’ dem!” He turned his head to look at her, his wide, proud eyes meeting hers. His paci slipped slightly, revealing a delighted, slightly drooly smile.

Mommy smiled back, warmth spreading through her chest. “That was very kind of you, sweetheart. I bet Sammy was really happy.”

Little nodded so hard his curls bounced. “Mhm! Miss Katie said I’m the bestest sharer today!” He went back to his coloring, his brows furrowing in concentration as he pressed a blue crayon hard against the paper.

Mommy took a sip of her wine, watching him, savoring the simple joy radiating off him. He was so innocent, so pure, completely immersed in his little world. His diaper crinkled as he shifted, making the slightest squish, and she knew he’d wet it again. She could have pointed it out, but she didn’t. Not yet. He was so engrossed in his art, his little legs kicking lazily behind him, his tiny fists wrapped around the chunky crayons. There was no rush.

“Whatcha drawing, baby?” she asked, her voice thick with affection.

He lifted his paper, beaming. “It’s us! You in da tub, an’ me colorin’ an’… an’ Teddy’s here too!” He jabbed a chubby finger at the brown blob that was undoubtedly his favorite plush bear.

Mommy chuckled. “It’s beautiful, my love. Can I keep it when you’re done?”

His eyes widened, as if the honor of having his artwork kept forever was too much to handle. He nodded vigorously. “Yuh-huh! You can put it on da fridge!”

She reached out, her wet fingers brushing over his soft hair, ruffling it gently. He nuzzled into her touch instinctively, his cheeks flushing pink.

For a while, there was only quiet. The gentle slosh of water as Mommy adjusted herself, the occasional scrape of a crayon on paper, and the muffled suckling sounds of his paci. Every so often, he’d glance up at her, just to make sure she was still there, still watching over him. Every time, she met his gaze with the same soft smile, reassuring him without words.

After a few minutes, Little squirmed again, this time more obviously. The way his bottom pressed down made the squishy wetness of his diaper all the more noticeable, and he finally registered it. He let out a small, surprised gasp and sat up, reaching down to poke at the front of his sleeper. His big, round eyes flicked up to Mommy, searching her face.

She arched a knowing brow. “Feeling squishy, baby?”

A tiny whimper bubbled past his pacifier, his cheeks turning redder. He nodded. “Uh-huh…”

Mommy tilted her head, taking another sip of her wine as she let him stew in his own shyness for just a moment. He was always like this—realizing he’d wet himself, then feeling bashful about it. But she loved how he never complained, never whined for a change. He accepted it, just like a good boy should.

“Don’t worry, lovebug,” she murmured. “We’ll get you all fresh before bed.”

Little wiggled his toes, clearly comforted by her calmness. He shifted again, settling back onto his knees, the padding beneath him squishing audibly. “M’okay,” he mumbled, turning back to his coloring.

Mommy let out a soft, fond sigh. How could one person be so precious?

Minutes passed, and the bathroom remained their little sanctuary. The flickering candlelight danced across the bubbles in her tub, the warmth of the water soothing her tired muscles. But more than anything, it was the presence of her Little that made this night feel so perfect.

She watched as he stretched his arms high above his head, letting out a tiny yawn. His paci wobbled in his mouth, and his chubby fingers rubbed at his sleepy eyes. The long day, the excitement, the warmth of the bathroom—all of it was beginning to weigh on him.

Mommy smiled, setting her empty wine glass on the bath tray. “Getting sleepy, sweetheart?”

Little blinked slowly, his pacifier bobbing as he nodded. “Mhm…” he whispered. “But… but I don’ wanna go yet. I like bein’ wif you.”

Her heart squeezed, and she reached out again, letting her fingers brush over his soft cheek. “I like being with you too, my love,” she murmured. “But you’ve had such a big day, and it’s almost bedtime.”

Little’s lip wobbled, just slightly, before he buried his face into his teddy bear. Mommy knew that look—he wanted to be a good boy, wanted to listen, but he also wanted just a little more time with her.

“Tell you what,” she said softly, running her fingers through his curls, “why don’t we go get you changed into a fresh diapee, and then I’ll tuck you in nice and cozy? You can even have an extra bedtime story.”

His sleepy eyes brightened. “Two stories?”

She nodded. “Two whole stories.”

That was all it took. Little pushed himself up on wobbly legs, stretching his arms toward her, a silent request.

Mommy chuckled. “Baby, I’m still in the bath.”

He pouted behind his paci, then let his arms drop. “Oh… I wait den.”

Her heart swelled. So patient. So sweet.

She finished up quickly, draining the tub and wrapping herself in a fluffy towel. Little stood by the door, rubbing his eyes with a balled-up fist, shifting his weight from foot to foot as his damp diaper sagged just a little lower.

She scooped him up without hesitation, cradling him against her. He let out a sleepy sigh, nuzzling against her neck, his paci moving in slow, rhythmic sucks.

“Such a good boy,” she whispered, kissing his forehead as she carried him to the nursery.

And as she laid him down, fresh and clean in his softest pajamas, she knew there was nowhere else she’d rather be.

[yeagersss]

Sukuna after his defeat at Shinjuku — He ends up as your... pet... blob?

Like the last thing he remembers is proudly declaring to Yuuji's foolish requests of starting over that he's a curse and then he remembers just drifting away to what he believed would be an eternal slumber for him.

But then he's confused because suddenly it's dark, he's confined into a tight space and he could hear... muffled voices of someone singing...?

You had just moved into your new place, your grandfather's old home in the outskirts of a small town. A quiet and peaceful place especially far away from loud and terribly dangerous city that Tokyo had become.

You were an aspiring artist and you believed that you will draw so much inspiration from your new home.

You opened one of your boxes while humming a soft tune and jumped when you saw... something??? in it. A weird... blob looking—maybe it's some weird deformed one eyed frog? How did it end up in your box??

Sukuna squinted his eye at the sudden brightness and glared up at you. This is not... the afterlife, right? What the hell is this??

You curiously lifted your hand to touch the weird blob frog and then suddenly... it spoke.

"Touch me and I will slice your finger off, stupid woman."

Needless to say you screamed and flipped the entire box over. Before scrambling to the far side of the room.

Poor Sukuna is now buried helplessly under some books and other shit and that's when he realized he was still in that... weak and disgusting form Yuuji had reduced him to.

As he was wiggling out of the pile while thinking about the fact that this is probably hell, you are in the far corner, holding a pair of kitchen tongs and tense up when you see him before shouting "What the HELL are you???"

And before he could open his mouth to even threaten you further or maybe even cut you up, he gets pounced by a fluffy white... Cat.

"What the—get off of me! Unhand me this instant!! WOMAN, control your creature or I will end it's life!!" Sukuna demands as he wiggles away from the cat.

And Sukuna did try to end the cat's life. He really did but to his horror his cursed energy, that used to be as vast as the fucking ocean, was so, so low that he only managed a tiny shallow cut of the cat's paw that it dismissed with a swift lick.

Still you got your cat, Luna, away before that thing could hurt her.

And that is how the King of Curses comes into your life. You don't know that though because to you he's some weird mutated and helpless frog. You had considered tossing him outside but you kinda felt bad for the little guy. (he's so small. Like he can fit in your palm! Even if he does threaten you to die, he would be helpless outside.)

And Sukuna, on the other hand, had went from trying and failing to kill you (and your damn cat) to throwing every creative death threat he can think of to downright ignoring you as he stayed slumped on the floor with his eye closed, trying to tap into his depleted cursed energy. Anything to maybe help him gain his form back or atleast legs so he could walk but luck wasn't in his side at all.

He had stayed like that for a good two days. By that time you were done moving in and organising your stuff. For a second, you thought he was dead but a quick poke with a spatula confirmed he was very much alive when he suddenly threatened to eat your liver.

So anyway Sukuna is stubborn af. He refuses to acknowledged your presence and just stays on the floor meditating or spaced out, trying to figure out a way to get out of this predicament or wait until he has enough CE to actually do something.

But then you bring him food. You realized he hasn't eaten a thing ever since you found him.

"Here. I'm not sure what you eat but with the way you talk about eating my heart or whatever so I'm guessing it's meat." You say as you place a plate of cooked steak in front of him.

For a moment, his pride does not let him touch the food. But then you come back and see the plate completely empty, you smile.

"Can I atleast pick you up and place you by the window? I know you get bored sitting on the floor all day." You ask one day.

Sukuna doesn't say anything and simply glares at you before giving a simple "hmph".

You take that as a yes and carefully scoop him up before placing him on the window sill. The view of the beautiful countryside is incredible and you're sure the little guy will appreciate it.

And Sukuna does, somewhat. After being exposed to the bustling and overwhelming atmosphere of the modern world, he's glad this world still has... some places that remind him of his own era.

You gently place a plate of food next to him and this time, instead of eating when you go away, he eats it while you're still here. He slithers closer to the plate and using his tiny paws, he holds the meat down before taking a large bite.

He glares when you stifle a laugh.

"... What should I call you?" You ask.

Sukuna frowns at that question. It's the first time someone has asked for his own name. He doesn't have one, obviously since all his life, others were the ones who labelled him: demon, monster, god, the Fallen One, the Honored One, the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna.

"How does Poupou sound?" You suggested with a grin to which his blood red eye looked at you with nothing but pure hatred.

"Sukuna. Call me that one more time and I will feast on your eyes, you useless woman."

... Sukuna it is then.

[anotherdragon]

kind of unrelated but im taking this as an excuse to rant anyways friend thats too woke or whatever but some of you have no issue drawing gillion blue but you cant draw chip anything but pasty white. you can draw detailed armor but you cant make vyncent look asian? remember every detail of white yaoi boy #37 but forgot that theo was filipino? bffr

my only gripe with the "white lizzie is transfem chip" thing is that chip is still much tanner than white lizzie in most of his more recent official art 😭 why does transitioning have to take away her melanin

his skin color changes every new piece of art he gets but guys he's. at LEAST pretty tan. if hes white hes not pasty. this isnt the same skin color. please.