Is This Orange Or Yellow.

I have like, really bad motivation block run I cannot finish anything so here’s a buncha wips n doodles n stuff

Grieving parents

Mortality

A mini story about Artemis Stirling - Disclaimer: I am not a writer

‘New Experiences’

Artemis rarely felt such emotions, at least not as long as she’s known. She knew she never felt as ‘intimate’ as the rest of her family…seemed like even the rest of the world didn’t go through what she does. Yet, here it was, the first time in a while she felt anything for anyone. And, of all people, it had to be her.

She had never been one to discriminate with love, but her? Fuck, why her? Artemis’s thoughts were interrupted.

‘Hey, I know dating isn’t really your thing…you don’t have to answer now. I’ll keep in touch, yeah?’ They began to walk away.

Wait, that’s not what Artemis wanted. She clasped their wrist as lightly as she could—she still wasn’t used to her strength around non-gods—‘Wait, please. I-I do want to date you, I just…you know what you’re getting into, right? I might not be able to-‘

‘I know. I can wait.’

‘It might be months, years even. Are you sure?’

Her soft hands cradled Artemis’s face. ‘If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t be asking. It’s not exactly gonna be easy for either of us.’

Artemis felt her stomach flutter a bit. No wonder Mom and Dad were so attached to each other. She would be too if she felt this way all the time. Her eyes welled up a little; she realized that the last time something like this happened her orientation was the exact reason it fell apart. For the first time ever, someone was willing to wait for her heart to catch up, that gave her a head start. ‘Okay, thank you.’

‘Thank me? You’re my girlfriend now, thank you!’ The new title felt even sweeter coming from her mouth. She really was lucky to have a partner like them…

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‘I can’t do this anymore, I’m so sorry…’ Marella looked like she was about to break down into tiny little pieces.

‘What? What is it? What’s wrong?’ Artemis was both trying to figure out why they were ending and why they seemed so torn about it.

‘…I need to tell you something. First, though, I want you to know that everything I’ve said to you, everything I feel for you, it’s all genuine, alright?’

‘What does this have to do with—‘ the realization hit her. That’s why she felt something was off from the start. Anyone who reads anything knows enemies to lovers rarely works without strings attached; for characters like the two of them, at least. ‘Oh…I…kinda figured, just a little.’

‘You knew?!’

‘I had a hunch, but it never felt fake from you, not once. My intuition is at least strong enough to notice when I’m being played, though.’ Her heart hardened just a bit from hearing the words come out of her own mouth. She’d been played, for months. How pathetic.

Tooootally forgot to update y’all on the tats! Here we have my fully rendered versions of Donnie, Leo and Mikey’s markings as tattoos.

Shittily sighted community rise up!

As someone with glasses I feel the need to spread Donnie Needs Glasses(or corrective lenses) propaganda.

Lots of characters that are shown with glasses always end up not needing them later, Spider-Man style, or can simply function without. Where’s the Velmas out there? Depending how bad one’s vision is, it can really affect how one goes about their day! If I lost my glasses I’d barely be able to read things more than two feet in front of me, I can’t imagine how difficult it would be if I lost my lenses in the middle of a crazy fight with some supernatural badguys

Good thing Donnie’s brothers are green and color coded. If he bonks them with his staff they’ll know it wasn’t on accident, no matter how burry his vision lol

Concepts and concepts and concepts and concepts and concepts and concepts and-

he's like her pokemon

Also! I'm taking commissions, dm if interested

Misc horror concept (trypophobia warning under the cut)

really helpful technique ^ once you know how to divide by halves and thirds it makes drawing evenly spaced things in perspective waaay easier: