#this is outdated now btw

[sadmages]

OC-tober day 2: Someone else's OC

ft. the Ensemble dnd gang that is @paranormarine 's Sabian, Matt Marja, @pinkramiel 's Mallow and @suuvesi 's Bax <3

[dampfur]

Drew out some Licorice Voices and Red Velvet Vessels together ✨

Was gonna do all of them but gave up after 4

[i-restuff]

93% of my followers are tumblr bots

[druidshollow]

Am I allowed to ask who Dune is? Or is that a secret for later, love your art and your storys are super cool!

DUNE POST TIME DUNE POST TIME

im the "hahaha yes.... yes" sicko guy rn

dune is a character for a self indulgent iterators but the puppets can leave their bodies au and is entirely irrelevant to the actual corners group story, so shes not at all a secret and ill post everything about her lmao. ive actually only had her for *checks watch* three days so anything i say here is subject to possible change

as per usual, first its fast fact time

"The Gift" was a heavily encrypted data file that was sent en masse across the world to some iterators, almost entirely group seniors. it included two things; how to make mobile puppets, and how to create micro rarefaction cells (necessary to power these puppets). the information on building the puppets is widely understood and the only real requirements (besides raw material) are the iterator receiving the new body's blueprints (getting these can sometimes serve a real problem depending on the iterator's past relationship with the ancients), and a functional iterator can capable of powerful purposing and processing. (the host's body can work for this so long as the iterator with the Gift is there to help).

creating the micro rarefaction cells is a much better kept secret. the information is encrypted in a way so that the iterators who received the Gift cant speak about it (this functions similarly to taboo buffers), presumably because they could easily be used to make devastating weapons. but these cells are necessary for a mobile puppet to live, so the first piece of information is nearly useless without the second.

dune received a single cell for freeing herself with as well as the blueprints for mobile puppets from an iterator from a different group that she knew well. after freeing herself she stole cells from wandering iterators and freed some members of her group. this is her group when rivers and phrases run by them;

meet space, whimsy, forks and compass! space is the only one with real relevance i think

anyhow, there are still quite a few nearby iterators from dune's local group who need rescuing in her eyes, so her and her group intercept strangers and steal their cells and neuron flies, hoping to one day catch a developer (devs are the ones who received the Gift). unfortunately for phrases and rivers, phrases iiiiiis a developer!

dune had to have killded atleast four guys before she met phrases . thats some bad karma man arent you like an iterator or

she has fun with violence, part as a genuine cruel part of her personality, but i think mostly (at least at first) as a coping mechanism for the horrid things she was doing. her bloodlust was a front, and she adopted this violent personality she forged for herself the more time went by, until she had mostly lost herself and become encompassed by it.

(( thanks @nickeeree and @zarithial for letting me kill your kids!!! you guys submitted yr refs at like the exact same time so i was like eh fuck it dune can axe them both LMAO ))

dune's little group lives in an old city complex near a still in-tact iterator named vibrant sound. (sound is uninterested in being freed; instead he helps dune track down mobile iterators travelling through their territory)

thats basically all ive got, dune still has some development to go through but for a quick tldr she's an old group senior whos kidnapping and stealing people's hearts so she can give her family legs. amidst the heart stealing she began to enjoy the heart stealing and now violence is kind of her thing. if you support womens wrongs then you have to support adamant dune. sorry

[crystalkitty1220]

Man I wonder where the leader of the fear realm could've gone, it's alMOST LIKE NEVIN HAS AN

[angelicanvas]

Do u have a fanny gijinka??

I do !! I originally posted my old one to my pinbfb blog , but I've redesigned her since ! here u go , this is what she looks like !!

[risingsunresistance]

YOOOOOO I FOUND SKYBLOCK TUMBLR

HELL YEA

[whippedcreamcookie]

I wish everyone is as dedicated as you are in regards of their own favorite character/pos

hi anon! thank you so much for the compliment! it really means a lot to me ❤️

though i’m only dedicated to that extent because i’m Mentally ill about him and i do Not wish other people with favorite characters to have the same mental illness as me

(i think he’s been my super fave in any media for a big chunk of my life now, though believe it or not i do have favorites from other games and shows! so i’m still normal! just a teensy bit.)

[acorny-acorn]

these are two of my many object ocs- ammonite and D.S.!

their relations are complicated- like.. divorced husbands that want to get back together again but are still too sour to eachother for it to be possible again

still working on their lore and their world in general tho

D.S. (the one on the right) is the host!

[doberrrman]

I have way too many drool related AMV/PMVs i want to make. I just quickly went over them in my head and I'm at 22 jesus christ...

[shrews-art]

You made a home in here 🌸

[intertexts-moving]

gmmmm :]]]

[windydrawallday]

Quick list of things I wan't to draw but right now I find hard to do because Art Block or Adult Life drains my energy to commit at full to it and-- BEGONE FROM MY BRAIN, I'll find a way, sometime, someday:

Barrioween's Characters that never had a definitive design and/or just one sole try: Cinder, Fighto, Naicey, Hidden, Gambit, Jasper, Azaria.

A One Shot Halloween Comic with Specthor and Jarrah about the Spook Season and Mortaja (Jarrah and Mortaja suffered recent redesigns sooo this was put on stand by).

Keep trying redesigning Kalaca (the most complex of Barrioween's cast).

Frontera's Protantagonists Four Guardians: Guarayá, Emberalda, Axo & Lotto, Birdlord (Andira already have one but probably will be adjusted after these others are solidified).

Same but with its actual "antagonist", Ennui.

In general, draw more random filler characters for that world (but tbh actually what I'm doing is adapting my faves from other franchises to the species of Frontera LOL).

Other Misc Stuff I want to have time to do again:

Another Mixed-media + Sculpture piece; out of a zine collaboration, just for fun.

Another set of Digital Watercolored Fanart (I have already the inks, but I need to clean up a tad more).

I want to draw another Full Moon Themed Card.

There's more but those are the ones that keep bothering me daily and making a traffic jam on my brain *explodes*.

[jonahmagnus]

Fine

[saucynadles-arts]

new meet the artist since my old one is outdated! welcome to my fuck house :3

image id under the cut

[image id: a “meet the artist” graphic. the background is purple. on the left is a drawing of OP in front of an intricate silver frame. OP is a pale skin masculine person with shoulder length brown hair and light facial hair and dark brown eyes. OP is wearing a knee length black leather trench coat, knee high black leather boots,black ripped jeans,and a black button up. there is a silver chain with a bat coming from OP’s belt. OP is holding his right hand in front of his chest,showing off multiple silver rings and black nail polish. his other hand is inside the pocket of his trench coat. on the right are 3 light purple boxes,with hand written text in them. the first box has basic info on OP that says “Saucy. 22. he/him.” there is a small trans flag and asexual flag. the second box has hearts in the corner,indicating likes. text is listed in bullet point format and says “video games (mostly sonic,splatoon,FF),catboys,visual kei (mostly BUCK-TICK),my OCs,One Piece,bread and pasta,vampires” the third box has a red “X” in the corner,indicating dislikes. text is listed in bullet point format and says “math,hot weather,sitting in chairs properly,driving,FAKE LEATHER,eating mushrooms,dudebros” under the boxes are two free floating sections,one says “whats in my squid bag?” underneath says “yes my goth ass really uses this bag” there's also a drawing of an octoling that looks like the thinking emoji. there is a drawing of said bag,a pink splatoon style squid with multiple keychains.  everything from inside the bag has been drawn and is labeled. going clockwise the items are: nail file,pens+pencils,eyebrow pencil,vampire fangs,eyeshadow,ditto plush,rings,fidget toy,off-brand oreos,cat treats,kuromi pouch,tissues,and a phone. the other free floating section says “stuff i use!” underneath is a crudely drawn laptop with “girl help” on the screen,a cudely drawn Huion camvas pro 12 with a catboy on the screen,and the clip studio paint logo. end id]

[bulletproofbandits]

On the Run

apr 7th, 2021

Characters: oc!Russell Davon, oc!Dylan Harley

Word count: 627

Warnings: None! Just some language and bad manners 😂

Summary: A rapid presentation of Russell Davon, an original character from a Cyberpunk Dystopian AU I have been working on with @arnold-layne (yes I’m gonna tag you everytime I’ll make content about them lmao), while he’s escaping a gang he stole some goods from. Plus an appearance of Dylan!

A/N: Sooo in the structure I go to there’s a club of creative writing of some sorts, and this week’s exercise was about coming up with a character and basically tell as much as we could about them in a few pages in less than an hour, inserting them in a context, narrating how their life is etc. and you BET YO ASS I would talk about my OC’s!! I felt pretty proud about it so I decided to translate it and post it here too. Excuse the vagueness (it was just an exercise after all) and any grammar/syntax errors or redundancy, I’m trying I promise :^)

Russell ran through the lanes of the suburbs of Rhinestone City with his heart pounding in his chest. His red hair, shoulder-length, irregularly cut, was a burning flame that warmed and colored the street in an instant for passersby, and a bullfighting cloth for the armed-to-the-teeth henchmen who were chasing him at breakneck speed. Russ grinned: he knew it. He knew how pissed off it made them, to realize that they got screwed over once again by a brat, a stupid punk who has no sense of danger or self-preservation instinct. Food was scarce for everyone here (let alone money), every day there were people dropping like flies dying of starvation — “… But better them than me,” Russ told himself as he jumped over an old abandoned stall, clutching the loot he took from his chasers under his clothes. While looking back, he pushed some pallets to the ground to create obstacles for his pursuers, unwilling to stop to catch his breath. He heard them cursing at him as he turned the street’s angle. He had to stop himself from laughing.

It was a cold, dreary morning and Russell could feel it through his jacket, pants and boots, all in leather (the latter stolen from “A special forces cop,” Russ claims), but a rainy day certainly would not have discouraged this stubborn child of the streets to want to survive another day. It’s a dog-eat-dog world, and he was determined to keep his streak of being the dog that eats and doesn’t get eaten.

Russell sped through another corner, and then another, ending up in one of the main streets where people were pouring into; finally, he could slow his pace down and blend into the crowd.

Suddenly, there was a whistle, and a familiar voice called his name. The boy turned toward the sound: it was Dylan, looking out the window on the second floor of a building in an alley nearby, filled with dumpsters and garbage blocking the other end. Russell nodded to him with a smile, but in the meantime, another much less friendly voice declared that he had “found the little bastard” and incited his mates to come there faster. Shit. He had to think quickly. The boy sprinted toward his friend — olive skin, dark-brown mohawk with a red bandana on his forehead, eyes glistening in excitement —, who promptly held out his hand to him. No questions asked, not a word said: considered the number of times they’ve both been in similar situations, there was no need for those extra pleasantries. Nasty Redhead* quickly walked up a flight of rusted fire escape stairs. Then, with a leap, the punk grabbed Dylan’s arm and scrambled through the balcony, landing clumsily on his partner in crime, making the ladder collapse beneath his feet with a deafening crash of metal. The two boys watched it fall on top of the bunch of apes who were after Russell, leaving them stunned and with a dumb, dazed expression on their faces. Russ and Dylan looked at each other for a second, and immediately burst out laughing for the adrenaline rush, giving each other high-fives and pats on the back. Meanwhile, the gang was still under them, spewing empty threats at both. Dylan leaned over the windowsill, raising both middle fingers with a shit-eating grin. Russell did the same with one hand — fit into a mucky fingerless glove —: he first touched the finger with his lips and then he directed it to the mugs below, imitating a blown kiss, but less elegant.

Once again, Russell Davon had looked death in her eyes and laughed in her face.

*Nasty Redhead: transl. from Italian, “Rosso Malpelo”, a nickname which combines Rosso (red) with Malpelo (literally “evil hair”), as Sicilians believed that people with red hair were malicious and had an evil disposition. It became a common saying in the Italian language after Sicilian novelist Giovanni Verga published a short story with this title in 1878. (A/N: when I wrote this in Italian I thought the nickname would fit Russ very well so I used it, shame it got kinda lost in translation)