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voltaical-art · 2 months
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do you guys ever think about how Wyll is introduced as an archetypal fantasy hero, but then it turns out he’s a warlock, who made a pact with a devil. Do you ever think about how Ansur is described as this fantastical dragon of myth, but then when you find him, he’s turned into an undead monstrosity. Do you think about how when Wyll does the right thing, he is punished to become more monstrous. Do you think about how as Wyll’s warlock powers grow, his spells get more horrific. Do you think about how Ansur was killed by his closest friend. Do think about how Wyll was cast out by the most important person in his life. do you guys ever think about Ansur and Wyll.
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sakuyumo · 3 months
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Takeaways from Penacony
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beomgyus · 1 month
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SOOBIN ' I'll See You There Tomorrow ' @ Performance37
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tubbytarchia · 3 months
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please may I request some tango tek? I love your tango design <3
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No harm in letting a netherborn burn right
I'm sorry this is wildly different from what you probably wanted sdfhgfdg I'VE WANTED TO DRAW JUST!! ENFLAMED TANGO!!!! for so long!! THANK YOU!!! I saw you going through my blog awhile back and it absolutely brightened my day, and I'm so glad you like my Tango design.. <3. In any case more normal Tango art will come dont you fret!!
He's a little upset too but shh I just. I just love the idea of flames of misery. Love the idea of him bursting into a little bit of a wildfire as a treat (thinking about Last Life Tango cough) he deserves it. The idea of "let him burn, he will calm down eventually, if we approach we'll just get hurt, he won't" (cough how Team BEST largely kept distance from him during his outburst, even Skizz) vs DL Jimmy who approached anyway, because he saw that Tango would end up more hurt than him if he didn't. Love the idea of Tango containing his flames and refusing to ever use them to hurt someone, and that he's gotten so good at it, so when he bursts into flame its just that much more.... arggg sorry what were we talking about
The sketch too because his expression looks way better here imo AGH its hard for me to convey expression well in lineless art, let alone in color when tango's eyes are fuckin full red. But whatever!!
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whaliiwatching · 9 months
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he is so. to me
closeups of my favorites <3
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f2ucharacters · 3 months
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some Friendly Maintenance scribbles i forgot to post!
#(the paint he's touchin up home with is the wrong color <3 neither of them can tell <3)#but yeah yayyyyyy stitchin up friends! woohoo!#i would like to state! in this au the puppets Do Not Feel Pain the way we do!#at worst its like... intense pins & needles + sorta nausea + static but a Physical Feeling etc etc#its deeply uncomfortable and feels really fucking weird! but not painful!#but for a puppet who's never really experienced it... they may react the same as a person would to pain#is this based off of my lil theory that in canon they Do Not Feel Pain At All? yeah lol#but anyway! patchin up friends is a love language!#scribble salad#wh lights out au#tw stitches#tw body horror#(mild but i think it counts)#(also for anyone wondering - howdy had a close call with sally. he got slashed! hes fine!)#(wally just has to kinda... shove the stuffing back in and then sew the gash shut. easy slices!)#(putting the stuffing back in is the worst part. it feels... not great! like i said - not painful - but not great at all!)#(howdy is employing all of his willpower to stay put and not scramble away from the unpleasant sensation!)#i have this whole mental Mechanic for what certain things feel like when it comes to maintenance on the puppets#like reattaching limbs or stuffing falling out etc#ALSO RARE TWO-EYED WALLY CAMEO 🚨#oh and#RARE AWAKE BARNABY CAMEO 🚨🚨#(just his arm but yk. hes up!)#(and they saved a large candle for the occasion of reattaching his arm!)#(wally is so happy...)
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darubyprincx · 9 months
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to be, or not to be (romanticization of the inevitable)
#ray's tag#keys' art#undescribed#skeletons#ok to reblog#the skeleton model that i traced for this was provided by the incredible kiku @kikunai whom you can find right here on tumblr!#so uh. This is a piece about chronic fatigue although the original idea i had for it drifted a bit as soon as I started coloring the linear#(i really enjoy shading and lighting things and got a bit carried away here but i stand by my choice because this is my favorite thing#that i've ever drawn)#anyways. i often feel especially lately with school being back in season that my bones are leaden with this sort of. weariness. theyre heav#it weighs on our mental health and energy a lot and although there's a couple of reasons we have been given for it#that doesn't remove the fact that this is still a thing that affects us in a very real way day to day although we are good at masking it.#often i come home to find that i do not have the physical mental or creative energy to work on things i really want to#especially project: nexus which i feel extra bad about even though i can't help it because i just started it so recently#it is a mild to moderate struggle to make it day to day and i just. wanted to represent this somehow#my original concept for this was a skeleton with some black goop gunk whatever leaking from its joints#but as i started adding the cracks and coloring them gold (a personal touch; kintsugi is a concept that is very dear to us)#i realized that the focus here was less on the condition itself and more on the body that it afflicts.#so i put it into a spotlight.#ironic i know since very little people acknowledge this irl or even know it exists at all but i added rim lighting. I added color gradients#I colored the lineart and made it all fancy and even added a flare for the head to get the point across that even at its core; disability i#a performance. this is not implying that disabilities are fake in fact this is the opposite of that. i wanted to show that with disabilitie#especially i think in my personal opinion the invisible ones#we are all masking at least a little bit during the vast majority of the day. humans are social creatures and it is only when we are alone#or with someone we deeply trust where we allow ourselves to be who we truly are without fear and even then that can be rare#so i wanted to show this bit of the soul in as broad a limelight as i could. idk this is a really abstract piece and i dont know if anyone#will even get it but it matters to me at least. and even though we've been largely bedridden for the past week i think that's okay#we will get it figured out. all of us. okay? okay. i love you. i fucking love you. we are going to fucking make it#(also the xes over the eyes are because i thought they looked cool they have no deeper meaning at least i think they dont#actually i think they do but i cant put it into words idk. Art is subjective assign your own meaning i'm gonna go get a shower)
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mizuno-marmalade · 4 months
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sorry for the late post; was running errands w my mom. HEY CHECK THIS. KAGAMINE RIN!!! original eyestrain ver. under the cut :3
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the pastel one was the initial "desaturated" edit, but it didn't rly desaturate it so much as lighten it. but i liked it so i'm posting that too XD
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mandragoraeart · 1 month
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you cannot run
you cannot hide
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wuzhere75 · 3 months
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Crocus season already?
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acetheabnormal · 5 days
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You're a star now!
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puppiesandnightlock · 11 days
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LINK: And the rest of the world falls away
summary: monotone to color soulmate au
Damian’s mother was tall and beautiful, to his three year old frame. Even in the monotone view he lived in, he could see that the clothing she wore would correspond with one another, and at times, she’d come back to observe his training and have dark spots on it. 
The shade of gray would become a constant in his young life, watching it be spilled from another person, scrubbing it off his blade until it returned to its natural state.
But for now, he stared up at her and strung together the words in his vocabulary, pronunciation perfect from hours spent with tutors.
“Umi, what is color?” He asked, in squeaky Arabic. 
Talia paused in brushing her hair, putting down the brush and lifting her son onto her lap, looking at them both in the mirror. 
”Color is a divine thing, my heart. It breathes life into the world as we know it.” she’d explained, moving the hair from his face. ”Your eyes, they are the color of the clothing I so often wear. They are the color green, and it comes in many different shades. Trees, apples, the grass below.”
Damian had looked into the mirror, nearly bursting into tears in frustration, but controlling himself. ”I cannot see them. Why?”
Talia smiled, as if carrying a secret to be told. ” Colors are so wonderful, they are to be seen only when you find the one that is entwined into your very essence, the person who is meant to stand with you forever. They are often referred to as soulmates.”
  ”Was Father your soulmate?” He was more curious now,the tears having blinked themselves back as he shifted on his mother’s lap.
”He was. But I do not believe I was his.” She seemed much more wistful than pained, running her hand through her son’s hair. ”Yours will come, in due time.”
That day, he’d only nodded, and relished the time he’d been given with his mother, a time that would 
surely be cut short as most times were. As the years went by, the teaching never went unforgotten nor the words. But the League and his Grandfather had made sure to wring what he was sure was every last bit of goodness and hope from him.
He had no need for a soulmate, he did not want one anymore. He’d lived this long in a world devoid of color, he didn’t need the distraction a soulmate would bring.
Damian didn’t need to burden them with how broken he was. 
When he arrived at his father’s place, he was shocked to see that although so many people were akin to himself in this way, most of them had pairs. They had found their soulmate. And as preposterous as it seemed to him, they helped . They walked right past the broken in their partners and healed .
His walls were up, although they were becoming shorter and shorter the longer he was there. When finally, they were down just enough to jump over them, he found himself with a larger family then he ever would have imagined. 
And of course, Father just had to ruin that by forcing him to socialize outside of the safe circle of family he’d fallen into. 
He had friends, albeit grudgingly, but this friend would be indestructible, and part of the agreement in letting him patrol alone, despite the protests that he didn’t need to be babysitting someone three years his junior who had little control over his abilities.
Evidently, he was turned down. The night of, he entered the Cave quietly, waiting in a spot for the signal from him to reveal himself.
Receiving it, he stepped out of the shadows and to his fathers side, eyes trailing up the gangly body and to the freckled face, looking up at the dark curls and coming to rest at his eyes. 
As they met, he gasped, stumbling back a few paces as the world burst into an array of color.
Blue. The boy’s eyes had been blue. And for a moment, despite the rest of the world setting itself ablaze like painted streaks, the only thing he was able to see was blue.
The other gasped himself, falling to the ground with an ’oomph!’ . Damian’s father placed a hand on his trembling back, and the other boy’s father lifted his son off the ground. 
The world was a breathtaking sight of color , bleeding onto the once view of black and white. With wide eyes, each boy looked around in amazement, taking in the new world they'd fallen into. 
Their fathers shared a glance, understanding what was happening and what would most likely happen again in the future. 
Damian paused, as the realization sunk in. He had a soulmate. He paused in his exploration of color and eyed the boy in front of him. Light tan, brown freckles, black curls and still, the blinding blue eyes. The hoodie he wore matched his father’s insignia and hesitantly, Damian looked down to see his own uniform, dark shades of black, green and yellow. 
“Hi, uh, Robin?” A voice made him look up, the boy in front of him seemed to have come to the same realization and was now attempting to speak an introduction. 
“Damian.” He blurted, before the other boy went any further. “My name is Damian.”
He learned that the boy’s smile flipped his stomach like the blue hues of his eyes did. “Hi, Damian. I’m Jon, and we’re soulmates.”
He blinked, reeling himself in and only nodding. Should he try to scare him off? Should he accept it and become friends like his father asked him to-
“I do not desire a soulmate, it is astounding I have one at all.”
Well. that happened.
“Oh.” The boy’s face fell, and privately, their fathers shared a look, debating whether or not to intervene. A thought seemed to cross Jon’s face and he perked up.
“Well, there’s no rule we’ve gotta be like, soulmates soulmates. Like the way some people get married or get all gross and icky. I’m gonna marry noodles one day anyways, so i can’t marry you. I can be your friend, though! A partner in crime….fighting!”
Damian wrinkled his nose. “You can’t marry noodles. ” 
He considered the rest of his offer and looked up at his father, who nodded. Friends were a foreign concept to him. Grayson was always trying to convince him to befriend more of the imbeciles he went to school with, but this didn’t seem as daunting, nor as annoying.
 Mother had said a soulmate was another person who shared your very being, and that would be an excellent quality in a sidekick and a peer. 
“Very well.” He said at last, sticking out his hand. “Friends. And partners.” 
Jon shook it, grinning in a way that reminded Damian of a puppy, hair flopping in his eyes. Maybe this ‘having-a-soulmate’ thing wouldn’t be as bad as he previously thought, so long as he kept him at arm’s length. 
Judging by his father’s micro expression, he’d done the right thing, took the step in the right direction. He’d figure this out, and maybe, just maybe, it would be easier with his soulmate by his side.
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teastarfall · 3 months
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ive been experimenting in my evil art lab again!! woohoo! yay! colour jumpscare!!!!1!1!1 BOO
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skkortysoup · 9 months
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stank
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