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stressed-art · 3 years
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Some AU art because I felt like drawing the big ram man
Second character is Kersi, his ex. Think of them like Bojack Horseman and Alekos like Diane.
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stressed-art · 3 years
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RIOT • THE BASTARD GOD
This is Riot ! (Or Volt); they’re a bastard in the affectionate sense, and they are trained directly under Kuai Liang. They have a good sense of humor, but know when to get serious. Oh, they also happen to be Raiden’s kid- (there’s a good bit of resemblance)
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stressed-art · 3 years
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Say hello to Ares, @stressed-art ’s OC !
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stressed-art · 3 years
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Also a piece I did for an art trade with @porchemou !!!
Genuinely super proud of this one and absolutely loved playing with the lighting :>
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stressed-art · 3 years
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“Me? ‘Pretty’? Oh please, you’re gonna make me blush....”
I love this dork so much and I needed to draw so boom pretty man with nice lighting
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stressed-art · 3 years
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Haha gay shit
I’ve drawn a good amount of these two as a way to cope with my trauma resurfacing 😗✌️
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stressed-art · 3 years
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(Sweats in gay)
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stressed-art · 3 years
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Vareevo Garrin • The Foreclaimer
Two sets of eyes, glowing veins, and an ember burning inside. Vareevo, while being a father and lover, is vengeful and willing to kill to keep his family safe.
“I don’t think you understand what I said. When I said get down, I meant stay. down. You are not a hero.”
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stressed-art · 3 years
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green means he’s not mean .. !
a little hlvrai benrey for the soul :’)
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stressed-art · 4 years
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Clover.
-Marris Valentine.
-A mechanic who is the sister to the Legend, Ares.
-A woman proud of herself and is independent.
-Supposedly made her faceplate, mechanical part of her neck, arm, and mech part of her torso.
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stressed-art · 4 years
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Meet my new apex oc V
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stressed-art · 4 years
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Ok but real talk here, big, important question for everyone:
Why do you like but not reblog?
It feels like the bare minimum in fandom to reblog stuff you like. It’s the easiest way to support artists/writers and guarantee they do more of that same kind of thing.
I thought of some reasons people might not want to reblog and I’m going to debunk them:
Reblog = repost and reposts are evil!!!
Reblogs are different than reposts. As long as the original post came from the artist, the artist gets the credit for it and that’s what they want. REPOSTS are when you find a piece of art you like, save it to your computer, and later make your own post with it, and that’s not cool
Reblogging is too much effort!!
It really, really isn’t. On mobile? Press and hold the reblog button. The post has now been reblogged. On desktop? Hold the alt key and then click the reblog button. Off it goes, letting more people enjoy the beauty of the post you just enjoyed yourself!
I don’t want to tag things though
So then...don’t? Just reblog it with no tags. You want to tag it later, you can. You never want to tag things? Cool, neither do I most times!
I DO want to tag things but I feel like I’m bothering people
I guarantee you, 90% of the time, artists love tags. Even the keyboard smash tags. The ones they don’t love are the ones demanding more art/for the artist to do things in a specific way/to change the art to suit one specific viewer’s preferences.
If I reblog things a lot, it’ll annoy people!
If people are following you, it’s for your content. If it annoys them, they can unfollow you. That’s on them. If you mean it’ll annoy the ARTIST if you go in and reblog their whole art tag...wrong, false, no, definitely not, they might even make more art specifically for you if you do that. Especially if you tag with ‘I love this piece because...’ and then give a reason why you love it, that is the most encouraging thing.
Reblogging doesn’t fit my blog aesthetic.
Idk what to tell you here, you’re in control of your aesthetic. Make a side blog maybe, reblog there and leave your main ‘clean’. Or vice versa. No reblogs = a quickly dwindling supply of art that people are willing to post.
Reblogging is an important part of fandom/tumblr community in general. It encourages more people to make more content which means more things for you to do/see/read.
It’s part of the fandom ecosystem; we have content makers and we have content viewers. Without makers, we have no art. Without viewers, there’s no reason to post it online. If viewers are limited, people start reconsidering whether to bother posting their art online or just share it with their friends they know will give feedback.
Reblogs are how you contribute to the fandom. Try it.
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stressed-art · 4 years
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Playing log AV #108...
Well shit. Today’s been rough but we survived. OT and I managed to beat those bastards. Only wish I didn’t have to go through those sewers, that was a lot of nasty toxic waste. Caustic would’ve felt at home down there. Well, at least we made it out, mostly unscathed. I’m ready to go home, this shit’s exhausting.
Ares’s Pilot skin ! This took way longer than I thought it would but here we are !
REBLOGS > LIKES
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stressed-art · 4 years
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“A Link to Family”
Playing Log AV#22...: “I found his helmet. He really wasn’t kidding in his journal logs, then. At the most, all I expected to have was a name and some info. But this? This turns the tables a little bit. There’s a small engraving on the back, ‘E.O.’, no doubt my dad’s initials. I’ve spent too long here, and I can only imagine it’s going to be a matter of time before they show up. I’m going to contact the guy who got me here—tell him we hit something big. This is great news... but there’s bad news to come with this. *sigh* I can only hope they’ll remain civil with me after I clean this up. Though I can’t help but to wonder if his Titan isn’t far....”
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stressed-art · 4 years
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I did more HS! AU writing. This time with severe angst and fluff. Again, posted on mobile so no cut, sorry.
“It’s just a nightmare, right? It shouldn’t be something to haunt me.” Alekos tried to reason with themselves as they stood in front of their mirror, putting on their chest binder then putting their hair up.
“I’ll be fine.”
They put on their t-shirt, nodding at how nice they felt in this outfit.
“Besides, not like it should haunt me.”
Unfortunately, the week went on, and every time they tried to sleep they’d open their eyes to look at their hands and clothes, matted and covered with blood. In a panic they’d look up, only to see the beaten, bloodied bodies of their friends and family surrounding them. Somehow, the last person they always laid eyes on was their love interest, Elliott. They’d wake in a sweat, tears stinging in their eyes. As the week went on, people began to notice how they curled into themselves. Flinching at every touch or movement, their voice becoming barely above a whisper, the darkness growing under their eyes, the way they seemed more exhausted from not sleeping. Their friends tried to help them, even people who shocked them. The normally rude and sassy Revenant asking if they’re alright, the straightforward and blunt Anita asking if there’s anything she can do for them. It had gotten so bad that when they were driving to school one day, they nearly crashed into someone; not to mention how rough the drive home was. Elliott called them the following day, suggesting he’d drive them this week since they’ve been looking rough—Alekos had to oblige.
The first few days went by without incident, however today was different. Alekos felt like they were on the verge of breaking down. Elliott was so kind to them despite what they saw, and words flooded their brain, and unbeknownst to them, tears filled their eyes. The worried look from Elliott and the sudden pull over to the side made them snap out of it.
“Alekos? You doin alright? You’ve been looking... bad. I’m here if you need to talk.”
“It’s... it’s fine.”
“No, it’s not.” He reached out a hand, slowly, recalling how horribly Alekos had been reacting to everyone’s touch. Especially his own. “Alekos. Please, I don’t want to pressure you, but there’s something going on in your head. What’s wrong?”
Alekos felt the tears run down their face as they initially froze up but wiped their face.
“You ever had a severe nightmare? One that feels too real? Yeah. I can’t stop this horrid dream of opening my eyes to blood on my hands and clothes and everyone I know and love, dead; most probably due to me,” The tears wouldn’t stop now, “I’m so scared Elliott. What if it’s a sign? What if something happens? I don’t want anything to happen to you or anyone. I love you guys too much, I..” They choked on a sob, and was surprised to suddenly be met with arms wrapped around them and a face buried into their shoulder, processing what was happening, they hugged Elliott back and cried into his shoulder for what felt like an eternity. Not long after, they pulled away, and Elliott looked them in the eyes before wiping a few stray tears away with his thumb.
“Alekos, I’m not sure when this started. But please, don’t ever forget that I’m always gonna be here for you.” He said with a small smile, which made Alekos smile just a little, before putting their hand on his and leaning into his touch a little.
“Thank you... I didn’t expect you to react this way.”
“Alekos, like I said, I’m always here for you. Maybe after school today would you want me to stay at your house for a bit? Maybe even spend the night if our moms are cool with it?”
That made Alekos smile.
“Yeah. You know mom loves you.” They let go of his hand so he can return to driving.
“Really? Good to know.”
The rest of the school day Alekos seemed better, they were still a little quiet and slightly jumpy, but that’d heal with time. Thankfully the school day ended without incident, and Alekos met up with Elliott to walk out to his car.
“I talked to mom and she’s cool with me spending the night since tomorrow’s a day off for us.”
“Good to know.”
The car ride home was pleasant, Elliott would occasionally make little jokes with Alekos laughing a little. They were smiling, that’s a good sign.
Elliott pulled up in Alekos’ driveway, earning a confused look from them. He just grinned and said
“Well, I always keep a change of clothes in the car. I’m sure you’ve got something you don’t mind me wearing for bed.”
Much to their own dismay, Alekos couldn’t help the blush that gently crawled onto their face, burning their ears. And Elliott took notice, but acted as if he didn’t.
Time passed, they talked, played games, and even managed to watch a movie both of them had been dying to see which was available online. Then Alekos checked the time after the movie was done.
“Oh gods, it’s 1:37 am. Elliott we should’ve been in bed like an hour ago.”
“Oh it’s fine. Say where’s your PJs?” He asked, standing up and stretching.
“Oh, third drawer down. I’ll change in the bathroom.” They smiled, grabbing their clothes before heading off.
After they changed, Alekos came back to see Elliott in one of their t-shirts, obviously too big for him, and some black sweatpants.
“This is super comfy. I see why you like to wear it.”
Alekos felt their face light up with embarrassment.
“I uh... I don’t mind sleeping on the couch downstairs.”
“Nah, don’t worry about that, we can share the bed.”
That caught them off guard.
“Ex... excuse me?”
“Yeah! I’m small enough and we can sleep with our backs to each other. I mean, unless you’d wanna snuggle?”
Alekos’ eyes went wide after hearing Elliott’s suggestion, making him grin a little.
“I... I mean.. if you’d want to.”
“Sure!”
Elliott and Alekos both climbed into the bed together, laying side-by-side until Alekos rolled over onto their side, resting their head on Elliott’s chest and draping an arm across him. Elliott instinctively put his arms around Alekos, and soon enough, he felt them relax completely into him. Elliott’s eyes widened slightly as the realization hit him: Alekos just fell asleep. They’re asleep.
And hopefully, they won’t have any nightmares tonight.
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stressed-art · 4 years
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Some Writin for the HS!AU
There’s some good ole OC stuff in here too, just a heads-up. This is also written/posted on mobile so no cut, sorry.
Alekos had been in his room, sleepily trying to read through an assignment he was working on. He was almost finished, so he was hopefully just a few questions away from being able to get to bed. He grabbed his cup of apple cider he had made earlier, now cold. He took a drink, not caring about the temperature of the drink—but then he got a text as his phone buzzed twice and lit up. He looked towards it, curious. Who would be texting him right now? Picking it up and checking it, he saw it was a text from his dear friend, Elliott. Odd, he text goodnight a few hours ago. Alekos checked the time, and was alarmed when he saw it was 2:17 in the morning. He checked the text, and his worry only grew.
>Hey you up?
Oh boy.
>>Yeah, what’s up bud ?
>Can I come over? I need someone to talk to rn
>>Oh gods absolutely. My door’s always open for you <3
Alekos didn’t care that it might’ve been cheesy, Elliott’s his friend. He’d be damned if he didn’t help him out. Alekos turned his lamp off, being temporarily blinded by the sudden darkness, but found his way out of his room. Climbing down the stairs, Alekos got to making some warm honey milk, just to help wake himself up so he’d be fresh enough for when Elliott got there. They only lived roughly a 15 minute drive away from each other, so he had plenty of time. After finishing his drink, Alekos sat on his couch, watching the door with a bouncing knee. He was worried about Elliott. That boy’s been coming to him almost every week, Alekos suggested a visit to the school counselor, but he vehemently refused—saying it didn’t feel the same, and Alekos understood. Still, seemed just about every week there’s been something on his mind he needs to talk about. Not that Alekos minds, he loves helping people out, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be worried. Time seemed to slow as he waited, until he heard the almost timid knock, he smiled a little and walked to the door, opening it to see an exhausted looking Elliott. His hair was an unusual mess and he had been wearing the clothes he had worn to school the previous day. He looked like a wreck. Nevertheless, Alekos stepped to the side and motioned for Elliott to come inside.
“C’mon, we can chat in my room or the living room? Wherever you’re feeling.”
“Your room, if that’s not weird.” Elliott tried to laugh a little, and Alekos only smiled and chuckled.
“Sounds good.”
They sat on Alekos’ bed, cross legged with warm drinks in both their hands.
“I’m just worried about mom, you know? You know, my brothers aren’t around... nor is dad... it’s just her and me. I’m scared, Alekos. What if something happens to me?”
Alekos put his hand on Elliott’s shoulder.
“It’s completely fair for you to be afraid, Elliott. It’s scary when it’s just you and one really close person, I completely understand. But try to think about it this way: what’s the likelihood something’s gonna happen to you and she’s not gonna be taken care of?”
Elliott’s eyes trailed down, before looking back up to Alekos with innocent, but tired eyes.
“You’ve got a point. I’m just scared.”
“And that’s perfectly fine. You’ve every right to be. But I promise, everything is going to be alright, ok?”
“Alright. Thanks again Alekos, I uh,, hope I’m not too much of a bother.” He chuckled softly, almost sounding worried and sad, but Alekos just shook his head.
“No, no Elliott. I love that you reach out to me. I’m so glad you reach out to me about your problems. Thank you.” Alekos had put his cup, which was empty on his desk, Elliott had done the same. They sat, now talking about whatever they could. Sharing laughs and jokes. Any tension that could’ve been in the air was completely broken. Gone.
After a while, Elliott couldn’t help the yawn that came from him.
“Oh, I guess I’m tired. Which is weird, since I’m havin a lot of fun talking to you.”
“Elliott, it’s 3:22, you’re normally asleep by what? Like... 10? 11?”
“Somewhere in there.”
“Are you gonna be good to drive home? I mean, I don’t mind driving you home and you can just get your car tomorrow after school.”
“Yeah, we should uh... we should do that.”
Alekos snorted a little, this wasn’t the first time he’s done this for someone.
“Alright, am I going to have to carry you down the stairs, sleeping beauty?” Elliott rolled his eyes at the remark.
“That would be just horribllleee!” Sarcasm was thick in Elliott’s voice.
Taking this an in invitation, once both of them stood up, Alekos picked up Elliott quite easily, and carried him down the stairs and out the door, thanking the gods he had unlocked his car prior. He opened the passenger door and gently set Elliott down, before closing the door and getting into the driver’s seat. After buckling up he looked over to Elliott.
“Good to go?”
“Mmhm. Thanks again Alekos.”
“Of course. This is what friends are for, right?”
Once Alekos pulled up in Elliott’s driveway, he got out when Elliott did.
“I’ll walk you up there.”
And after the quick walk they stood before the front door, but Elliott turned and suddenly hugged Alekos, almost tight.
“Gosh I’m just so happy you’re my friend. Thank you Alekos, it means so much.”
Alekos hugged Elliott back, squeezing gently before muttering a “it’s no problem.”
They both let go and Alekos patted Elliott’s shoulder.
“I’ll see you tomorrow. If anything comes up, lemme know.”
“I will, see you tomorrow man.”
And with that Alekos went back to his car, and drove home. He was a little tired, but it was worth it. After all, he liked this. Helping people. It was all he wanted to do.
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stressed-art · 4 years
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My friend @screams-for-three-hours-straight and I were talking about a high school au for Apex and I drew our dear punk Octane,
Reblogs > Likes
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