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#i had to take some artistic liberties with some
ananinidraws · 1 year
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Part 2 of RTumblr peeps! Yall are so fun to draw, i had to make a sequel compilation! ^v^
Tags under the cut:
First row: @kevin-life-tips; @possums-posts; @dynamiteghost; @cacti-trash
Second row: @chaoticcandies1; @yinyangle; @1dkreally; @character-chris
Third row:
Fourth row: @totallynotananini (me); @timedoesntexistclocksdo; @mayathefruitysandwitch; @morkify
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Put a lotta effort into a side most people don't even see
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averlym · 6 months
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litany of the martyrs (click for better resolution!)
#at some point i wanted to make an illustration for each character but in retrospect maybe each is multiple song-coded..#drew the sketch for a quincy thing after a chat with a mutual reminded me this song existed dfsghjkl and then spent weeks rendering this#quincy cynthius martin#adamandi#i'm finally done with this! the saints especially were joys to paint and the halo a menace.... this has been the most ambitious one so far.#but it also took quite long because i only worked on it <engages with quincy> when mentally okay to deal with the themes. i'm not religious#but i do identify with the irrational(?ish) guilt + family legacy + academic achievement + disregard for self. also more complex thoughts#about love [but depsite quincent being a large part of quincy's character this piece deals with mostly the Rest of it. so another time..]#anyways! in the original sketch- the saints had heads bent towards quincy so the halo spikes pointed at him. but this worked better! halos#of the saints implying/creating one for quincy was a concept from the start though. in the show they don't touch him directly here but#differences in mediums i think- i don't have time in an image to craft a narrative so everything has to be happening. also artistic liberty#misc inspiration for this includes stained glass windows. i might have maybe misinterpreted the saint costume but i think i logic-ed it out#as the cloth part following a nun's habit w the hood. and then halo above. the material is also more transparent originally but i had. um.#too much fun painting fabric folds.. if you look closely you can see the basis of faces though behind the cloth; but only the vague shapes#because smth obscurity + inhumanness// cassian is the only one i gave a mouth though. that stems from melliot's post about the saints and#st cassian as spokesperson (<- did research teehee!) that's also how i found out which costume = which saint. speaking of which.#left to right: 'st lucy take my hand' // 'st lawrence give me strength' (presses quincy forward; but hand on shoulder connotates guidance)#/'st cassian help me smile' (quincy's mouth is btwn a grimace and a smile; tilts up at side. also no direct touch bc added insidiousness.)#//'st jude [...] i hope your causes burn' (jude's hand is in two places to show movement- nearing the flame and then snatching back; burnt)#other notes: at the midst of the flame the core is shaped like a human heart /the saints and their wax are all melting like the candle for#fun visual effect and also this way they are even less tangible <real>. perks of painting as a medium i guess. // also insp from icarus?#wax and burning imagery; looking at the halo and rays as parallel to sun that burns. too close to the sun; melting; hurting; hurtling //#candles at bottom are a nod to the frankly gorgeous set// also the entire composition kind of stems from the lyric <what use is a candle if#both ends aren't burning>; the two sides between the concepts of catholic guilt and academic perfection that spur quincy#the halo above (saints and guilt; litanyofthemartyrs) and the 'halo' below (academic papers; insp from choreo for perfect at school)#the papers were originally supposed to be more glowy. but i like the idea of it now being a reflection of how quincy's priorities shift#also of note is that <candle> in centre = quincy; w burning candle + aforementioned heart in flame -> most human; idea of love + passion#last thoughts: kneeling + hands close tgt = prayer //wax dripping onto the red As make an effect that looks like blood. because i like#hiding that within the adamandi pieces :OO continuity!! // i've run out of tags but yeah! had fun with this one! every so often i go a#little insane in making art and the final result astounds even me. ngl i'm quite proud of this one. pretty colours <3333
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shadyufo · 7 months
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skelebuns & musclebuns
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unknownarmageddon · 6 months
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Cringetober day 2: Self Insert
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wolfgirlboyjester · 26 days
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happy xalday! i had so much fun working on this one tee hee
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hiddenbeks · 2 months
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hot problematic women in ur area. i mean. tagged by @katsigian to make some ocs in this picrew! thank youuu this was so fun 💜
top row: andrale (hero of ferelden), frida (champion of kirkwall), celyn (inquisitor)
middle row: sura (watcher of caed nua, pathetic wet cat) and vivinna (washed-up musician, hopeless romantic)
bottom row: isabeau (criminal), liah (war criminal), vigdis (newest oc on the block, dragonborn and possibly a werewolf idk)
tagging @pinkfey @tethris @consulaaris @hibernationsuit @yrlietlanaevyss @gwynbleidd as always no pressure to do this tho!
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maraariana01 · 3 months
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another project DONE!!
introducing.....REKKAAAAAA!!!
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spearxwind · 1 year
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Thinking about the time i commissioned an artist i rly liked for something and the result was kind of really catastrophic just from the preview image in the email so i just. never opened the actual image
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reikunrei · 10 months
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ok work (wip)
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mirage-coordinator · 1 year
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HOOT, HOOT
HEY, WE GOT IT, HOOT HOOT
HOOT CHOCOLATE
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the-overgrowth · 11 months
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Why draw good things when I can use my moderate art skills to create cursed artifacts?
I call this one "Communication Issues."
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cynical-cy · 10 months
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friend: -talking abt DnD monsters in call-
me, thinking: i should draw TotK Purah
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galwednesday · 1 year
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KIND
Her arms ached, but she couldn't bear to put Jack down, so he drooled onto her shoulder the whole walk back from the woods. 
They hadn't even asked about the changeling, whose face had matched but actions hadn't, who'd flinched at a hawk's cry and rescued drowning spiders. Who didn't have Jack's happy carelessness, the surety of a beloved son.
Home at last, she set Jack down in the already occupied bed, smoothing the hair of his sleeping copy. In the morning, she would ask for their name. To them, names were binding; she would make this one an anchor.
(100 word inktober drabbles; EAGLE, FORGET, EMPTY, and ARMADILLO below the cut)
EAGLE
"That's not what we sound like," Callie hissed. "This is like when there's a bald eagle in a truck commercial and they play a hawk sound or whatever. Banshees don't do slasher movie screaming. It's a death song, emphasis on song."
"Babe," Yoli said. "You were the one who wanted to watch this movie."
Callie shoved popcorn into her mouth, conceding the point. They watched the doomed soldier crumple dramatically at another piercing shriek.
"Oh what the hell," Callie exploded, "we don't kill people, what is this garbage--"
"Booooo," Yoli agreed, seizing the bowl to throw popcorn at the screen.
FORGET
He cultivated the garden with a desperation he didn't always understand. Early spring brought a brief respite, but inevitably the days lengthened, forget-me-nots giving way to daffodils, and he was left kneeling in dirt littered with fallen bruise-blue petals. He built the greenhouse quickly, sloppily, giving himself splinters on the wooden frame but careful with the life-sustaining glass panels he sealed in one by one.
He coaxed the first bulbs into flower in late fall. The moment his shaking hands cupped the unfurling buds, he remembered what he needed; her face, her smile, and the name to guide her home.
EMPTY
"Huh." She held the flashlight with one hand and the magnifying glass with another, peering into the back rows of teeth. There were more incisors than average, with an empty gap between two of them. "Yeah, I can see some shards of the broken tooth still in there. Will it grow back?"
"You're the dentist," her crocodile merman patient said, articulating with difficulty as he kept his jaws wide. "Shouldn't you know?"
"Oh, honey, I'm not licensed," she said, gesturing at the airboat she used as a mobile clinic. She picked up a pair of long-handled tweezers. "Now hold still."
ARMADILLO
Historoscopes had a fourteen-month waiting list to borrow from the university archives, but they were invaluable for field research. Ahmed recorded observations of the ghostly outlines of Glyptodons, armadillos' ancestral megafauna, as he and his thesis advisor surveyed the plains around them, minus several million years.
"Now why are those ones in color?" his professor mused. 
Ahmed glanced over, did a double-take at the approaching bison, and scooped his professor up over his shoulder. "Those are here now."
"So they are!" his professor exclaimed in delight, and swapped the historoscope for regular binoculars as Ahmed sprinted back towards their van.
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nero-neptune · 1 year
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attempts to draw some areas from my hometown
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isotomasolar · 2 years
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me when i inspire a piece on yuuko bc i cant be normal about anything ever
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