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Can you create drawings of stingrays someday? I really love stingrays and would be soooo happy to see someone actually creating art about stingrays❤️

I did make a lepidoptera themed stingray series a couple years ago! I have plans for more stingrays. I want to get better at drawing them.

put the partners on the vinyl

im alive! surprise!!!

anyways, this trend but with shoji :3

It happened spontaneously, but I love AU. So… Avatar Hiccup. Hiccup considered himself an ordinary person before meeting Toothless. (Dragons can be equated to spirits, i mean relationships between people and them). Then he discovered his talent as an airbender and Toothless became his teacher. Later, other talents were discovered, which made it clear that Hiccup was an avatar.

Astrid became his waterbender teacher. Snotlout was an adept of firebender, but he sincerely did not understand how to teach, because he himself used magic on a subconscious level. Fishlegs is an earthbender, but he did not go beyond the amateur level and could not become a teacher. The twins are always on their own wave. Ruffnut is a master in airbending and can perform techniques with clouds of gas, while Tuffnut is not a master, but is ready to set fire to the gas with his sparks at any moment. The twins always come in a set.

Brothers Grimborn! Lord of Fire Viggo. The aesthetics of blue flame and lightning were created for him. So I couldn't resist. The hottest flame and deadly techniques of lightningbending made him the most terrible opponent for the young avatar, but in the future, he will become the teacher of fire magic for Hiccup. I endowed Riker with explosion magic, as for me, it suits him perfectly. An explosive mixture of rage and bloodlust.

Berserkers! Remembering Viggo's words about how the berserkers in ancient times lured the Skrills with metal, I thought about a tribe practicing metalbending. Dagur discovered his talent for earth magic much later, including metal. I like to think that Dagur could be a threat to the avatar even as an ordinary person, relying on his ingenuity and physical strength. Heather is a master of earth and metal magic, she could well become Hiccup's teacher in this matter.

“'Are you kidding?' He grinned at Annabeth.

'A chance to do quests, just the three of us? Like old times? The Three Musketeers!'

'The Powerpuff Girls,' Annabeth suggested.

'Shrek, Fiona, and Donkey,' I said.

'Wait a minute,' Grover said."

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"tonight's tale is.... juno steel and what lies beyond." 💫✨

my last drawing related final for my classes this semester was to make a response to a pre-existing work/interpretation as a poster. when my professor said i could do audio dramas, i immediately thought of doing one for what lies beyond!

this was heavily based off of juno's last monologue in the episode where he talks about wanting to be emotionally vulnerable, because no matter how many times i listen to it, man that GETS to me.

I couldn’t decide which version i liked better but here’s a quick work up of Duke Thomas I did.

THIS IS SO INCREDIBLE YOURE SO TALENTED

[Drops 3D model of the turtles lair on the ground and runs away]

WOHOO! After about 4 months of modeling, texturing, and compositing, I have finally finished this funky little school project (yes, this was for school. Belive it or not, when i'm told to model a movie/show environment, i'll find a way to work in my tmnt hyper fixation)

Learned a lot from this, like the fact that Maya toon-shaders might be pains sometimes, but they are so worth it in the end!

I'll probably continue re-touching and rendering this throughout the rest of the year, but now seemed like a good time to throw this into the internet void, hope y'all enjoy it :D

I kinda missed drawing in this fandom and Jason in particular...

Sleeping Loki on the throne.

Visionner « ARC-V MAD Self Inflicted Achromatic » sur YouTube

NOT MINE! This is from the YouTube channel "CloSephi". THIS MASTERPIECE NEEDS MORE VIEWS! Go check their channel for a second arc V animatic.

Deewangi ki had maine nochi, o parvardigara

- Yeh Fitoor Mera, Arijit Singh

EW.com

Nicholas Galitzine honored by Taylor Zakhar Perez for EW's 2024 Entertainers of the Year

Taylor Zakhar Perez honors his 'Red, White & Royal Blue' costar Nicholas Galitzine, who entertained with 'The Idea of You' and 'Mary & Georg

Galitzine's "Red, White & Royal Blue" costar shares on-set memories and celebrates the "Mary & George" and "The Idea of You" actor's big year.

I thought I was the only one who combined the owl house with Danganronpa.

This is Soo cute. Are the Danganronpa 2 cast glandus kids ?.

Ishimaru , mondo and cheerio are so adorable in the hexide uniform. Their tracks really suit them.

I never thought of souda being in the abomination coven but now that I see this , it's absolutely perfect for him.

And Gundam in beast keeping dhjajajajsjsjakjdksjs

Also Sonia ekksksksj beautiful. I love how you draw her.

And komaeda is cursed ?!?!?!

Hey guys watch this (combines my interests)

More kissy prompts for the husbands 😘

O1 as requested by @mk-fofocas and 2 sweet anons. (I accidentally labelled my last post as O1 🤦🏽‍♀️) And here’s R3 for @hojanaranja @6larosie9 @heamatic and the 5 other anons 👀

Omg she turned out so much cuter than I expected 😭♥️♥️♥️ this is my retaliation to the sudden racist comments I’ve been getting on other social media cites. Jokes on them imma draw ALL the characters now with darker competitions!

"My dragon is gone"

Another drawing from mewas sketch, I swear she spoils me with ideas 😍😈

You guys have been awfully cute lately so some tgck for you! :>

Took inspiration in this post

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something small to commemorate her one year angelversary.

thank you for everything you gave us. there aren’t words enough. wish you could have been here to see how beautiful and perfect you were. the galaxy belongs to you. miss you space mum. always. you are the last jedi.

we love you. she knows. no one’s ever really gone… <3

Holly and pure vanilla are always one to care for others despite themselves,, I just love this moment that highlights Holly caring nature AUGHHHH

mmm yeah

HOW DARE YOU!? I'M SOBBING RIGHT NOW. WITH REAL TEARS!

Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.

Finally have all 4 life stages let's gooo

seventeen bias swap with @24hoursofdaisy 

dino + photoshoots

I thought this shit would be hilarious and I was right. You can see how I slowly gave up on trying panel by panel

Southern Comfort (2001)

A beautiful scene featuring transgender man Robert Eades and his transgender girlfriend Lola.

I redid this older comic I made for my storytelling class based on this post. Have some cute wlw love in your day.

It’s hard, if I had more free time I could make it so pretty, this is what I could throw together for the assignment.

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You stand above your brother in his bed, occupied now by more than just pillows and blankets, for the woman at his back is fair and terrifying, even in sleep. You look between them, and you stand above your brother and think -

Is it too late to kill him now?

There are no ships on the horizon - yet - and if you present a body along with the stolen wife when the husband turns up, will that break the omen your mother dreamed?

Is it too late to kill him now?

You drop your hand down - perhaps to close around his throat, another already clutching one of those many, many pillows, and in the dark it'd be easy, wouldn't it? All you do is caress his cheek, your fingers digging stiffly into the pillow. He exhales, a tender shallow ease of breath, and there is this little smile on his lips.

You stand above your brother in his bed, there are ships on the shore, and you have cursed him for a plague, a bane, a cruelty raised by the Olympian to bring your house down, and -

it's too late to kill him now.

It'd be easy to do it, however. You carry a dagger at your belt even now, having left your own bed. Or you could perhaps stir up one of your other brothers, the city, some of your father's council. The baby was almost killed once, after all; what would it matter if it was realized now? Kin-blood believed to have been spilled is surely no less polluting than it being done in reality. The attempt might only have been in the handing over of a fragile infant into another's hands, handed over into the bosom of a mountain, wild and no place for such a tender little being.

But the mountain had been merciful, and nurtured instead of torn asunder, and now you're standing above your brother in his bed.

It's too late to kill him now, but would anyone blame you, blame anyone at all they might suspect, as much as they hate him, a hatred unsaid? Simmering. You don't know how he walks through the palace, the city, his life and not cower from the knowledge; he can't not know.

Your brother - pretty, soft, laughing, shining - doomed and dooming all of you from the start. What does an infant know of causing death? Your father tried to kill an innocent. Some of your brothers attempted it next, an innocent only wishing to reclaim what he thought belonged to him and them not knowing who the slave they felt so insulted by was.

Perhaps it's only fair he will kill you all, merely by existing, by batting those ridiculous lashes to lure the woman still sleeping at his back out of her home, her marriage, her life, and into yours.

You stand above your brother in his bed, and brush your knuckles down his cheek.

It's too late to kill him now, and no matter that you've cursed him and wished him dead - to his face, to your parents' faces, but never to anyone else's - with every angry word to spit at him there's always this echo of the wide, wide eyes, the trembling hand in yours as you help him up from kneeling next to the altar in your head.

Your little brother, that you failed to protect when he was born. And what are you if you don't protect? It's too late to kill him now, anyway. Was always too late.

You meet the gleaming whites of Helen's gaze in the darkness, watching her smooth her grip on your brother's arm into a stroke. Both of you can feel the relief staining the air as you turn away, pretending like she wasn't ready to help you.

You leave your brother in his bed.