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You turn on the light.
#the owl house#toh#toh promo#watching and dreaming#luz noceda#amity blight#lumity#the collector#EIGHT HOURS. A SOLID THREE SPENT SOLELY ON TWEAKING COMPOSITION AND COLOR BALANCE UGH.#I really wanted a Catholic stained glass window vibe for this one#but I didn't like the look of black outlines on everything for a real stained glass aesthetic.#Also first time coloring in CMYK (i thought I might want to print it) and man it is a headache.#Before I'd just color in RGB and go fuck it whatever happens happens but it's time to grow up... it's time to learn how to do it right#so yeah my signature colors aren't there! because cmyk is the devil! but it looks nice anyway I think.#So excited to see how this all ends I want weirdos to stick together soso bad
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watching the jammer and evan supercut and there's just something, like. really heartrending to me about this affectionate, kind, leaderly black boy teaching this horribly depressed, love starved white boy anger management. the love and solidarity and unwavering loyalty between these two. i'm totally 100% fine and normal about it
#mismag made me feel so goddamn seen#when dream immediately jumped in to tell that npc not to fucking touch sam's hair#also the fact that the whole interaction was started by aabria#it was so healing and real and. ugh god i need to watch more people of color play dnd together#misfits and magic#dimension 20#whitney jammer#evan kelmp#thane.txt
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Everybody wants to see you fall in love!
#I listened to a fucking bop recently okay#I mean I’ve been playing Stray Gods so it’s a given#but I missed the red path for Aphrodites route and I don’t regret it (I think green is the most fitting option for that story)#The Red option is SOOOO GOOD UGH#Anyway actual tags#My art#splatoon#splatoon 2#splatoon 3#side order#acht#acht splatoon#dedf1sh#splatoon dedf1sh#splatoon callie#calf1sh#Dedlie#Callie cuttlefish#Sorry for the teenage mutant ninja turtle colored skin on Acht but#I just prefer that color over the bright green
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more stuff.(jumps)
#lg doodles#tha knives one..its so disjointed.and flat. ths is like 30% of the full pic but itlike. ugh.#AURUGHHH. but u get the idea.whatever. i just wanted 2 draw him w a ribcage arnd him.idk y .no meaning i jusst wanted to#UNHHMMM?> nanami explosion pic. also like 30% of the full pic but i had 2 draw the back of mahitos bihg fucking head#and the anatomy was jst so off.so anyways. but i liked coloring it. fun !#urmm. wolfwud zeet. some legatos i litearlly didnt know how 2 color.#and extra mahiter YAAR (flexes)
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gonna post some reference scribbles for how i draw the Huldra Brothers (mix of observations from official canon art/renders and headcanons/artistic liberty) as well as expose my "anime-era influenced my art" side
#god of war#huldra brothers#brok#sindri#gow#gow brok#gow sindri#>>mango(t)art#toggling between the last two sindris is really funny it's just a flipbook of devastation#this is not officially really for that one GOW AU i said i had knocking around but imma tag it anyway bc is tangentially related ig#other brother au (gow)#ugh my new tablet fucks up the colors they look so vivid as i draw and then i transfer to another screen and boom destination desaturation
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And this too, is vettonso to me:
#theres just something to me about how fernando has a special designated chair#and seb is always curled up on the countertops#i already went into this in the tags of my prev post so yeah#lol though i will say all the seb pics are 2011(+ one 2009) and all the nando ones are 2012 which is annoying(to me only)#UGH AND ALSO THE NAVY BLUE AND BRIGHT RED DIFF MAKES ME SO !!!!!!!#i am such a sucker for opposing colors. it just really appeals to something in me#and like the fact that the rbr suit has red accents on it as well#and both have yellow 💛 and both have animal motifs#anyways when i draw them fucking in the chair will you still be with me-#huh what who said that#i saved these pictures for normal reasons!! perfectly normal. shut up#f1#formula 1#sebastian vettel#fernando alonso#vettonso
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Rarepair week day 1: date-night
There aren't too many places these two can go without people giving them weird looks, and although Echo doesn't voice this particular thought out loud, Morro knows it eats away at him. Old abandoned playgrounds tend to do the trick, though :3
Also my first sketch because I. Lowkey like it more than the finished one </3
#IM LOOKING AT THIS TOO LONG.JUST TAKE ITTT !!!#TAKE IT FROM MEE#i liked the colors but ugh. dont like the half finished outcome#i rlly enjoyed doing it tho so it doesnt rlly matter. i had sm fun#ITS SO MESSY I KNOW !! LEAVE ME ALORN#ninjago#ninjago fanart#ninjago rarepair week23#citrusshipping#blazedoesart#morro#morro wu#ninjago morro#echo#echo julien#echo ninjago#ninjago echo#CANT BELIEVE THIS IS MY FIRST CITRUS DRAWING. A CRIME!!! A FUCKING CRIME I SAY !!
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#LITERALLY GNAWING ON MY ENCLOSURE (my keyboard)#I WAITED TO SHOW THIS TO EVERYONE BC THE QUEUE BUT OMG EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING WANTED TO POST IT AS SOON AS I FINISHED EDITING IT#I ALSO DISCOVERED THE NEUTRALS TAB IN SELECTIVE COLORS#WHY THE FUCK HAVE I NOT BEEN USING THAT TAB OMFG I#ANYWAYS LOOK AT DEMB#2/3 members of Valentina#UGH#gum did gabriels makeup and picked his clothes for him she was like “it's for the vibe 🤌🏿”#oc: gum#oc: gabriel#show us your sims#show your sims#ts4#simblr#sims 4#my sims#Spotify
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Buddie being definitely and completely platonic and heterosexual totally not flirting at all no tension whatsoever
#911#911edit#911hiatus2023#911 abc#911 fox#my edit#buddie#buddieedit#911 on fox#eddie diaz#evan buckley#otp: you don't need to pretend with me#usercam#<- cam did wonders for the quality of my gifs <3#anyway i had funny thought bubbles to add all around#but i started to overthinking it and then i reached gif ten and went i cant do this#but i had already colored and cut and subtitled everything so you get this longass post anyway#thanks#long post#im fucking so hard with this coloring on buck#ugh#someone give me a heterosexual explanation please#911verse
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Gawd I’m. it’s 4:20am and I’ve been listening to exclusively the new 21 savage album since it dropped last night and I’m thinking abt my ocs . And spacewaffles I suppose
#RRRGG I can never get Bacon’s colors right but it’s ok!!!#it’s sooo okay and fine I’m deffo not upset abt it ^_^#lifesteal smp#baconnwaffles0#planetlord#oc: Corduroy#im so proud of the name Corduroy I really like it . need to flesh out her character more <33#UGH ok I dislike how Planet’s head/hair looks and Bacon’s hair is too fucking saturated AND you can’t tell that’s it’s braids !!!#Corduroy looks fine. love you Corduroy <333#according to procreate I spent 2.5 hours on this OHGG MY GOD WHYYY#ok caption true tho new 21 kinda awesome#my favorites so far r see the real and uhh#wait hold on#and just like me . special mention should’ve wore a bonnet . THAT song takes me straight back to middle school and swing screen doors <3333#AND ICE POPS AND WATER BALLON FIGHTS that we were allowed to start past 7pm cuz parents would make us clean up and we had school#damn. I love music#ok bye I’ve been here for long enough and i probs need to sleep lol#nox art
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UNDENIED SATISFACTION
g. impact — neuvillette fluff oneshot.
▶SYPNOSIS. after the melusine threats came to a satisfactory conclusion, the iudex became overwhelmed with positive feelings, having you being a reason for one.
▶CONTENT. takes place after neuvillette's story quest, spoiler free, female reader, fluff, no usage of y/n, maybe suggestive, neuvillette crushing on you making him have an existential crisis, reader is a goddamn teasing bastard
“melusines, are such beautiful creatures.”
“...miss kiara, was it?” you call out to the pink melusine, low with admiration.
“that- that's right! you know, you were absolutely close to quoting the iudex just now!” though shy and hesitant, she'd accept your invitation, giving you trust by placing her paw upon your palm.
the iudex huh? “is that right?” the pink melusine's spirits went and above, just inching closer to your welcoming nature, familiar, inviting and familial.
“then, he would already, no doubt be most fond of lovely beings such as you.”
“that would be correct,” deep. you thought upon hearing the voice that answered for the melusine.
you turn towards your shoulder, looking past to see what you had expected to have bland, dark and judge-like qualities, but he was more beautiful than what your mind had conjured.
so dignified, reserved, an elegance you don't see often in high-octane courts, or rather—for where you were hailed from. “ah, and you must be...”
“the subject of your discussion,” he'd answer as you were standing up, turning completely to his direction, letting go of the melusine's paw.
“the chief justice, the court judge of fontai...” his voice trails off, noticing himself about to ramble about while taking in your soft expression.
“forgive me, though given many titles by the people of this land, it would be most natural if you were to addressed me by the name i am known widely for,” so well spoken too.
you closed your eyes briefly, processing the sound that accompanied his words. it was nothing but pleasing to the ears, the same could go for his aesthetics, pleasant, too pleasant for the eyes to witness.
“it's my first,” you take his attention, stealing his glance from the melusine. “to see the iudex personally, and up close to be precise,” the iudex cannot make do with that vague statement, and it was a great pet peeve of his, not able to discern things if vague comments such as this were passed to him with a negative, or positive light.
“ah, so you already know of m—”
you bend a knee slightly, placing a hand towards the center of your chest, lowering your head, with a smile, and with only that, you would capture multiple attention, the hearts and minds of those around the fountaine of lucine.
and if he was able to, let him be apart of the said crowd. stirred with confusion, a steady beat that began to form a rhythm in his chest.
an outsider, both you and him. one was masked, hiding a primordial identity, and the other was presumably new to this land, foreign to dramatic concepts, views and hightened agriculture.
it was a long, long existence. a witness to countless of things, receive endless of things, but never, not once receive this form of respect, this, this very gesture of absolute high regard.
he was no archon, but you would deviate your self preservation to treat him as such?
“please, stand tall,” it was unlike him. you heard a dust of anxiousness, panic, and if this was disarm tactic, to let his guard down, it would be most very effective had it been a different situation.
“there is... absolutely no need of heavy formalities, be most assured, i'm not one to be receiving such a form of praise. the hydro archon, she, herself would be very pleased t—”
“the hydro archon...” you interrupt, now tilting your head up. your gaze, mirroring those that you see in fontaine's citizens, an unfiltered, open reverence only he can witness from afar.
seen only towards focalors.
“the begs a needed question then,” you sigh, eyes narrowed with a subtle disbelief.
“what makes you any lesser or any different than these archons, monsieur neuvillette?” you lower your head again, towards the pavement.
“you judge atrocities, bring out injustice in the form of words, a justice that only resorts to extreme measures if requirements are met—”
“—and unlike a few factions, nations, you continue to progress and maintain order, ordainding the pre-ordained,”
“your order brings out justice in the form of performances, inciting no wars, a form of execution, not by blade—but with immovable conviction,”
“relaying each syllable, sentence, coherent with a pre-determined decision through every, life changing verdict,” you stand up this time, now slowly returning your gaze back up to his, gleaming and determined.
two words of which he will use for the eyes that peer onto his, appraising him, his occupation, his actions that he has continuously, like a ritual, doubted throughout the ages of his longevity.
what is the iudex able to do at the current?
you shower him with words that are hidden as praise, compliments concealed in truths, speaking in familiar terms that reminded him of how a certain individual in the fortress of meropide came to berate—or rather eased his history with.
but to those who are well versed in discerning, to deconstruct letters that form sentences of positive and negative, your truths seemed as if you were declaring, profressing, relaying each act of truth with a voice, identified with nothing but affection.
to who were listening in silence, anyways.
but you would be most in luck, the iudex, being one of many intelligences, his knowledge in emotions, mental subjects, he wouldn't confess that his intellect on matters such as this one, would be on par to his refined, pre-historical wisdom.
and all the great iudex could do was process, process and process, think, think and think, thinking about your words accompanied with a certain tone he hasn't heard from, and processing the feelings of what lies within his mortal body.
“and so i ask again, what makes a difference wi—”
“—the difference... the difference would be,” he tries to interrupt the moment your mouth opens to speak again.
“the answer to your... question,” he hesitates, taking a brief glance towards the sky.
it was thundering.
just like something else underneath his chest.
neuvillette closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, then shortly returning his gaze towards yours, yours that were provoking, just daring him to try to refute your truthful statements.
honest, beautiful statements, the beautiful part he wanted to deny, deny and deny. “i am the chief justice of fontaine, i uphold law, i bring out what is necessary to the land of justice, to lay out the hydro archon's wishes, furina's ideals, it is only—”
“—your duty.” he would straighten himself, a slight disorientation to his pupils from you finishing his sentence. he will never, ever understand how humans are able to anticipate his words, and he will only hope that one day, he will be able to.
“oh, what things have you witness and heard from those that stir around you,” you say softly, with pity, moving towards the silent, little melusine once again, kneeling down as you lay your affections towards the creature, gently taking her paw, having her react positively, child-like.
“what things have you received, to the point where you deny you such deserving words,” the melusine perks up, her eyes glittering, excited towards you. “right!? monsieur neuvillette is so very highly regarded to us melusines!! it is truly absurb for him to not acknowledge our praise!!”
“shh, the iudex stands tall beside us, miss kiara.”
“oh,” you giggle to her sheepish demeanor, cooing her to reassurance, tending, motherly.
neuvillette, silent, glances down to the sight of mortal, and creature. you interacting with the little melusine, addressing her as equal, appreciating the creature's existence with little actions of affections, be it holding both of her hands, the way your eyes sparkle with fascination, sincerity.
“no no, i'm sure the chief justice won't put you in trial because of that,” you whisper, continuing to giggle, cupping the little melusine's furred cheeks.
“but- but i called him absurb!”
“hmm, should i also call him as such to accompany with you?” her eyes glisten with hope, the melusine lunging her little self forwards and tackling you in an embrace, muffling her soft wailing against your chest.
what was it. what is it.
what was the feeling inside his chest.
he didn't hate the feeling, but it wasn't exactly welcomed either. it was a feeling, similar to how you give a little infant the act of shock and joy by playing peek-a-boo with them, or having a sumeru citizen be invited and accepted into the akademiya with unbridled relief, and acceptance.
and all would be accompanied by confusion and fear, like stepping into a new continent, filled with unknown and uncertainty.
neuvillette, reserved, judgemental, and unapproachable. to the naked eye, he is obscure as he is enigmatic, and to the ones that have grown familiar with him outside being a court judge, it was his natural state of self, and it was his job to condemn, for he is judgement himself.
so the contradictions lie within him, feeling this way, letting a strange, external emotion he wasn't accustomed with, threaten his security, just gnawing at the depths towards his vulnerability.
after all, how could he?
how could he ignore pleasant feeling anyways?
the melusine takes a little peep past your shoulder, towards the iudex, and her eyes would widen slightly, witnessing the color of her own fur, mixed in with the fair radiance of his skin.
“t-the iudex,” a small, questioning 'hm?' you replied with, pulling back slightly, seeing the melusine have a constrasting reaction towards something.
your attention would follow where her own went, looking over your shoulder to an unexpected sight. your curious eyes settled quickly over his facial features, the expression he was giving the both of you.
a stoic expression, but with lips slightly parted, trembling, wanting to be pursed and closed, and peculiar, his eyes bore the same direction to yours but it was absent, lost in his own mind, disarrayed with current-like thoughts.
“he- he's coming up with a fever!!” the melusine squeals, assuming, latching onto your leg with you already stood up, and you were correct.
his gaze would remain lowered, unmoving, but what was most endearing was that color that suited his delicate features.
a fever? “monsieur... neuvillette?” curious, you bend your torso and knees down slightly, looking up to him, a hand swiftly moving the strands of hair to the back of your ear, just tugging it behind.
then the glint in his eyes return from the movement the met his sights, his irises, swiftly taking in a sudden display of your physiq—your eyes.
“i'm- ah,” he coughs into his fist, letting his hand prolong over a part of his face, keeping his blush at bay, attempting to regain composure.
“my sincerest, most wholehearted apologies, to the both of you for my behavior,” you straighten your back, hearing his reply, a hand moving down towards the back of the melusine's head, just easing her.
“don't be, i have that effect on people,” you said eerily, amused, and you don't think it was a fever causing that pretty blush over him right now.
“h-huh?” the melusine looks up to you, confused, mirroring neuvillette's expression as well.
“pay no mind,” you interrupt, glancing briefly between the two, before focusing the the iudex before you.
“are you alright, monsieur neuvillette?” you tilt your chin up only slightly, eyes squinted to his direction, giving him a smile, just giving it your all for it not to curl upwards and become wider, smug like how you were feeling right now.
you just couldn't just let him process anything.
the hydro dragon sovereign, attempting to adjust to your speech patterns, dealing with the certain tone of voice you carried along with that expression of yours, trying to process each word with that came from your mouth.
it was overwhelming, and it was good kind.
“...i will be,” he have to be. he answers after a few moments of silent observation, having trouble keeping his irises still for you.
“mhm?”
...what do you mean, 'mhm'?
did you want him to say more? did you need a longer response? were you expecting more? what were you thinking? why did you suddenly become so much more prettier than you were previously?
what was it that made your gesture of respect more attractive? what was it that was making him eager to receive more from you praise from you?
it was no different to a bow. it was no different to something that was considered as respectful towards a reverent being, but considering your tone, your body language, your demeanor?
he won't allow himself to meet your gaze again.
he can't—because when his eyes reach yours, disorder thrives, increasing his jumbled thoughts, disturbing whatever he was about to say.
disorder being the very thing that he tries with absolutely hardship to avoid for the people of fontaine, for focalors, and soon he would find himself wanting to be in said order. an inevitable order that he will continue to maintain.
at the least right now—attempt to anyways.
“pretty little melusine,” you turn your head, down towards the pink creature, your hand finding solace in her hair of fluff. “ah, y-yes my lady?”
“i'm more than sure that the great chief justice would pardon your comment once you return to your duties,” you catch the brief contact of his eyes from your peripheral upon mention of him again.
“miss kiara, ever so diligent, dutiful, and so high in spirits, why would the monsieur neuvillette offer you an unjust sentence—” your hands move, raising the pink melusine towards the sky, causing her to yelp, a soft giggling following after suit.
“—when the iudex has nothing but love in his eyes for your kind,” his eyes softened at the sight, having you so bliss and carefree, towards something he has strived to honor and protect for several hundred years.
love, was it?
love. is that what he was feeling?
yes? no? was it love? can you call it love? is it related to it? is he capable of something that only strengthens his complexity? he, being an existence already with labored with mystery.
“i- well, you're right—but!” the pink melusine flails in your grasp, squirming to be put down from the growing embarassment she began to have.
“he is still the chief! the iudex!” that's right.
“it- it is only right if i receive the equal amount of justice, calling him a name unbefitting of someone of high status! it is disrespect! it is—”
unbecoming. incomprehensible. complicated.
“—not an issue, nor it is within the scriptures of law, and written code of conduct,” neuvillette takes a step or two forwards to the both of you, a faint, tempted smile almost visible, just teasing the corners of his lips.
“it... is not a crime to formulate an opinion,”
but so are humans, being unable to completely understand themselves.
just like his circumstances.
“miss kiara, let it be known, that no very corners of this land, will ever restrict you and others from expressing thought, the very thing that binds the mortality together, being an aboriginal foundation of... understanding towards one another,” you see a glimmer in his eyes, his stoicism accompanied with a subtle fondness.
“that would be the very definition of unjust itself, something i, the iudex of fontaine, the usurper of order—will not tolerate and stand watch with irreverence,” the melusine grows silent along with you, placing her down carefully, growing steady in her footing.
“you are wonderful,” you break the brief silence with an adoring sigh, soft and tender, causing a minor shudder to the complimented iudex, as if he was experiencing thought and behavioral patterns similarly like a revelation, a discovery.
wonderful.
wonderful? for doing his measly duties? for giving structure to the deconstructed? for pursuing a system of commandments that are naturally acquainted for, in a world where it is needed?
can someone, anyone really call duty, wonderful?
having what was natural for him, being percevied as something close to beauty, and borrowing the pink melusine's words, he would find it absurb.
it was only his duty, he is undeserving, he is only nothing but—“shining,” you add, catching his attention once more.
shining. “...with all due possible and greatest respect, it is only a duty that allows—”
“—let me, allow myself to make this as... monosyllabic as possible,” you interrupt, now striding to him, the sounds of your footing making each thock while you encircle the iudex slowly.
“i do not foster much care, in whatever trifling, innermost matter you have, brewing from within that... well-cared pretty face of yours,” you sigh, stopping just behind the iudex, allowing him to subtly look over his shoulder towards you.
you say that, but you would be lying to yourself if you didn't care completely, seeing that slight disoriented shift, notable in his brows.
“but most beloved chief justice, take into precise consideration, that denying another's thoughts is... close to averting your gaze, feigning ignorance to someone's testimony of you,”
he turns around. panic, panic and panic. “what—”
“i jest,” you clasp your hands together to the side of your face in an instant, humming in delight.
“hmhm, i exaggerate, monsieur neuvillette,” you take in his turbulent expressions with delight, ranging from panicked, to troubled, to confusion?
was it contempt? was it hassling to him? did he not know what to make do of this behavior you were introducing to him?
“pft- i'm sorry—archons pardon my lack of etiquette,” you stifle your soft chuckling with your knuckle over your lips.
“you are as firm as the pillars that holds over multiple architectures within fontaine, it's—”
“it's...” huh? your hearty laughter dies down, both lids parting wide as you witness the iudex's facial features.
“ah,” the word escapes from you from observation of the iudex, his cheeks once again, imitating the color of the melusine, a color more passionate than before, a half-opened gaze struggling to maintain the mutuality of eye contact, having a gloved hand move, knuckles pressed against most of his lips.
with irony, what surprised you was not the unmistakable presence of the red in his face, nor the rattle in his composure—no, it was the the fact that you began to mirror him immediately.
he looked so, so beautiful. and it was enough to shake your core, bringing two hands to your chest, cradling the quickening thump in the center. “i-...” you tease too much, and it was no surprise it would backfire, eventually.
the pink melusine glances between the two of you with great confusion, a worry quickly plaguing her. “this... this fever is contagious!” she blurts out, just loud enough for the people in the sidelines, stirring as slight commotion.
also just enough to snap the both of you back to reality. “no- no, no no,” you say with urgency, kneeling to the pink melusine.
“miss- miss kiara, i think it'd be best if i give the iudex my regards and take my leave,”
the iudex clears his throat, looking away, avoiding your direction—which only results to letting his flushed cheeks, ears, become more visible to you.
it was so red. such a pretty color.
“i hope,” he returns his gaze to yours again, letting you see that polite, yet lively smile, it being the cherry on top to his expression.
“you enjoy your stay within fontaine, my lady,” his simplicity attracts you again, letting you slowly connect your views together again.
“and i am...—thank you, for such kind, and generous words, i would be untruthful, deceiving if i said i didn't quite enjoy your sincerity for me, letting me sit on your throne of recognition, being held in such high, high esteem to you,”
“...is that your way of saying that you wish to hear more from me, monsieur neuvillette?”
“mh,” the lump in his throat doesn't allow him to utter anything in reply, eyes widening in reaction to that tone of teasing again.
you stand up, facing towards him completely once more, your eyes gleaming in delight.
“i would love nothing more.”
after seeing the word building of his story quest, i just hope i delivered the same vibes/speech patterns neuvillette has in this fic...—also yes i was throwing shade abt inazuma war ehe.
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everybody owes plaidos the biggest fucking apology btw yall have been fucking vile to her over literally nothing
#ummm shes racist!!!! bcs she has a book club where they discuss racism!!!!!!!!!#< voice of somebody who is clawing desperately to find a reason to be cruel to a trans woman online#yall are fucking evil actually. the whole 'omg white queers' thing only seems to come out when its a trans woman huh#and its never for a good reason. she didnt even do or say anything racist. oh my god#and then of course here come the people going 'stop derailing discussions of racism (real problem) with transmisogyny (fake problem)#completely fucking ignoring the trans women of color that have also been harassed and received the same 'ugh i hate white queers' treatment.
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Raphael and his razzle dazzle routine.
#bg3 raphael#raphael bg3#raphael the cambion#I really fucking need to watch a tutorial on coloring Jfc#multiply? mask? ugh.#my art
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A lil grumpy with my art commissioner and just wanna vent publiclyish a smidgen. (NONE of you on here, this is the supervisor that wanted me to draw her grandkids)
The finish line just keeps getting moved... I'll patch up the drawing with her notes, and then she gives MORE notes but in regards to things that should've been given to me AGES ago. She now wants me to update the coloring on the skintone of these various action shots of her grandson... I've had this colored for a month now! How frustrating!! I want to pull my hair out.
#//rant over#ugh#i want to cry i'm very proud of the color and just to read that it needs to change... AGAIN#I actually have drawn FIVE pictures of this kid in action and had to delete one because she didn't like the face on one of them???#like she's a sweet lady but SO unafraid to be nitpicky as fuck and tell me what she doesn't like#which FAIR i want her to have the picture she wants but I have NOT been paid yet and the price has been NEBULOUS#like I know she'll pay me she is unable to ghost me#but this just sucks#personal#sorry ya'll! my other comms are going great!
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my tavs :3c
#my art#bg3#baldurs gate 3#more like tav & durge-ish but not rly bc when faced w/ killing the grove i trembled and shook and fell 2 my knees.#zaihala is the 1 on top..shes my main.amd i love her so much im actually so scared of ending the game bc i dont want 2 leave her behind:sob#she makes me understand the oc mindset.like shes all i want all i need my life is complete ~#& then rhys is tha other one.he/they.boobs r out. IM DOING A SINGLE SAVE RUN 4 HIM IN SOOO SCARED#not tactician lvl hard but like.eurm..UGHE><>>>im going 2 fuck it all up#but thats y i wanted to do it hehe..itll be so fun 2 play w the consequences of my actions fr#i save scum too much w zaihalas route lmao#but anyways.i love color coding ocs.they r always green (remi & bug.now zaihala) so i went red on rhys. r and r u see#(gooing in circles talking on and on aabt them)#zaihala#rhys#ocs
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