Was Looking For A Book Today When I Saw These Various Animal Books All On The Same Shelf And Noticed

any advice for picking fun and vibrant colour palettes that still feel true/recognizable to an object/setting/character's base colours? something about intense lighting?

I've been asked about how I choose my colors by a lot of people and I finally sat down and made a whole ass youtube video about it!

dumbass meme stamps part 2 electric boogaloo: i still cant sleep

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rb if using please, it makes me happy when people use my stuff :)

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ranmaru is VERY ashamed to go and buy makeup but unfortunately his lip tint has a very heartbreaking quality of running out. it wouldn't be as bad if he could order it from a website but the tint was so loved and used that the shade name rubbed off completely so ranmaru HAS to go to the cosmetic store to try to find it and he dresses up hiding himself as much as he possibly can: hoodie, cap, sun glasses, face mask, literally everything he can think of

and then ranmaru walks into the store only to spot tokiya not trying to hide himself at all and standing in the skincare section almost having a breakdown over the fact that his favourite cleanser was discontinued

cute happy little sasamiya 15 min doodle to to not go insane from stress

the first one i made it a while ago, mostly to draw sasaki all folded up hehe

Magical Boy

did not expect to do this but apparently this is the year of sequels, so here is a snippet of part 2 of none of this is real

There is dirt under Adrien’s fingernails. 

He turns the tap on; it scalds, makes his skin feel like it’s peeling off. Layer by layer. Slow, methodical. Soap, a brush, and he scrubs his hands like the animal that he is, that he has become. 

A knock on the door. Someone is calling his name. When did they start?

“—drien? Adrien! You’re going to be late for school.”

He can’t go. Not like this. Not with dirt under his nails and ashes on his hands and the truth written all over his face. 

“Do you hear me, Adrien?”

He turns the water off, quieting the roaring in his ears. A lump in his throat. He’s learned to speak around it. 

“Yes, Nathalie,” he tells the door. “I hear you.”

Even through the wood, he can feel the way she considers him. Head tilting to the side, fingers hovering over that tablet of hers. 

“Be ready soon,” she finally says. “The limo is waiting downstairs.”

Ready. For school, for life. What does it mean to be ready? Preparation, surely. Strength, courage. Knowledge. That, Adrien has in spades. 

He dries his red, red hands on a towel. Opens the door. Avoids locking eyes with his reflection. 

“Gotta get a move on, kid,” Plagg says from his pillow. “Don’t wanna miss breakfast, do you? Most important meal of the day, or that’s what I’ve heard.”

“Plagg,” says Adrien, “are you real?”

Just posting these designs on their own (because with the new format that Tumblr has, it keeps cutting off this art with a read more thingy)

Presenting Ebene Chatte (Ebony Cat) and Pink Lady :)

miraculous teaches an important lesson that all dads are terrible and also you should be queer