#lofi art

[theunpaidtherapistsclub]

The Painter and His Muse

Parvana: Is this really how you see me? Simeon: Of course I do. And by the way, you look gorgeous in that saree. Parvana: *blushes in brown girl*

[nestedneons]

By funglazie

[wacca005]

It's my day off today, I'm gonna spend the whole day relaxing🐰🌛✨

[tofupixel]

Process video for my study of 'sandy coastline' by ivan shishkin

[warakami-vaporwave]

Superaudio Sunflower 82

I have a store for prints and merch now! Check out 2DSoul.com

[chrissabug]

𝕷𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖍, 𝕲𝖔𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘,

𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

[animepopheart]

★ 【wacca〇わっか】 「 sound of rain // night // summer 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter

[marinaescamaazul]

Lofi Belial 🎶📻

[debbie-sketch]

More twitch screens that made me wish I could be in those rooms hahaha 

Insta: @debbiebalboa

Twitter: @DebbieBalboa

[deceased-bunny]

Cafe Racer

[nestedneons]

By i_m8_art

[wacca005]

Cassette Tape night sky ver.

[ithseem]

Regrets

WARNINGS: Angst, mentions of bullying, fighting, blood and bruises (nothing too graphic). Also not proofread or beta read. Proceed at your own risk.

Deuce sat down on the swing with a heavy sigh. He absently looked around at the newly renovated playground as he rocked back and forth slightly. The paint job on the walls and playground equipment did well to cover all the graffiti that blemished them. Much, if not, all of that "artwork" was done by him and his gang of delinquents. He also noticed that most of the damaged equipment was replaced. The rest of them had been recently removed. There was an ache in his chest as he took in the scene. He remembered how much he loved to come to this park with his mother as a child. All the memories of him happily playing through the park were tainted by his actions and the lens he viewed them from.

It looked like there was going to be a downpour soon, but there was too much on Deuce's mind to care at the moment. And it didn't help that he felt like there was a lead weight attached to his waist.

Just today he had terrorized some poor kid for his money along with his cronies, but for some reason, the feeling of glee had fully evaded him. He felt almost... sorry for them. The look of terror on their face had awoken... something within him. Not that he'd ever voice it to his buddies. He knew well that if he did, they'd either agree and go for bigger prey, or accuse him of "being a wuss," or something along those lines. He didn't care to deal with either outcome. So instead he had feigned that sense of glee. He'd daresay he overdid it when he picked a fight with a thug who'd crossed him later that day. He emerged victorious, but he did end up with a few bruises and a bloodied nose. Despite subconsciously knowing that the encounter was pointless, he kept up with his mirthful facade until he and his cronies had parted ways.

His mood had already been damp by time he arrived home, but what he saw in the dining room made his heart sink to his feet. There his mother sat at the table, shoulders slumped and with one hand holding up her forehead as if she had a headache. The other hand pressed he phone against her ear. He took a closer look at her and noticed she was weeping.

"I don't know where I went wrong, mom," She paused to wipe the tears from her eyes. "He used to be such a sweetheart..."

Mom? Deuce almost wanted to say. It didn't look like she noticed him coming inside. He stayed quiet to listen in on the conversation.

"What am I doing to do?..."

His grandmother's silence on the other side of the line told him everything. He couldn't face her now. Not like this, anyway, so he tiptoed back outside for some air.

Now here he was, sitting on the swing, staring morosely into the distance. The sight of his mother crying to his grandmother was something that would haunt him for a long time. He knew subconsciously for a while that he couldn't continue down this path of delinquency, and the series of events that happened today cemented that so firmly. With a deep breath, he vowed to leave behind that path. To himself. To his mother. To anyone who watched him grow up. Never again will he upset the ones he loves.

...

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

"Better get home before I catch a cold," Deuce said to himself. "Mom's gonna worry."

Here I am, now back again with some Twisted Wonderland fan art and a ficlet to go with it. I spent an OBSCENE amount of time writing and drawing this, so I hope you enjoyed it. Reblog if you did. Or don't. idk

[warakami-vaporwave]

Analog Sakura Dreams

[chrissabug]

Midnight Spell Happy Halloween and Blessed Samhain

[animepopheart]

★ 【wacca〇わっか】 「 ✨🌛🐰🌛✨ 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter