He Lives, In My Head. And Doesn't Even Pay Rent??? Posted 24th Febuary, 2024

I figured since I had already made a Monster Prom OC, the least I could do is attempt to mimic the art style enough that it didn’t look like my shoddy normal art style. Now it’s a shoddy impression at someone else’s art style. I’m going to reblog this without the shading just because ... I dont know how to emulate that properly anyway. So here. (20th May 2020)

I also did another single colour pallette for “Red” which I think was quite interesting and fun to work with.

13th August 2022

Some sketches done for friends/to practice posing and designs. 22nd September, 2022

I've been dragged into League of Legends recently, and after finally delving into the character design and stories on offer, I began to love it proper.

I wanted to make a Vastayan OC, because of the colourful nature and interesting possibilities. And Riot doesn't have enough of them, anyway. So, this is Venri the brother of Rakan (according to him) who only recently was found wandering close to the towns of Ionia, observing the people and asking questions to those who are patient and kind. As for his full story ... you may have to check out @turquoise-vastayan if you want to meet him yourself.

Please click on the image to see it in full detail. I actually put a lot of work into these.

13th March, 2021.

some quick sketches.

Arcane in my brain, need an AU were everything is fine and Mel can have Gossip/Coffee catchups about what their himbo boyfriend did during that day. Posted 18th November, 2024

Because Im bored and tired and cant think of what to do rn, enjoy some basic vibe checks for the Monster Prom Romancables and Player Characters.

Oz: the glow of a sunset, complete with the creeping chill of the night slowly drawing in. Soft candy that you havent had in years. A smile from a friend you only just remember from years ago.

Polly: the smell of chemicals and ozone. The distant sound of traffic in a faded city scape as the party you just left stays fresh in your mind. Plastic and metal and the warmth of a hundred bodies all together in a drunken, uncaring party.

Damien: The smell of woodsmoke and the warmth of flames (obviously). The feeling of a bonfire. The comfort of close friends and dumb jokes, of confidence and adrenaline as you all push each other to your best selves. The feeling of twirling your hair between your fingers, of biting your lip and feeling your teeth against your skin.

Liam: The scent of coffee lingering in a room from days before. The subtle resistance of a calligraphy pen on parchment. The feeling of reading words in character's voices you can never hear. The sound of a distant humming tune you've never heard before, but somehow sends a wave of nostalgia over you and reminds you of what you've nearly forgotten.

Miranda: Sweet candies to the point of nearly being sickly. Silver and Gold jewellery refined into intricate patterns that dance along their lengths like an artform in and of itself. The sound of bubbles popping underwater right next to your ear. The shine of irridescent scales in the fresh morning sunlight.

Vera: The white noise of a thousand people talking amongst themselves in hushed tones. Perfectly manicured nails drumming rhythmically on polished, expensive wood. A weapon being traced along your skin, still able to kill you at any moment but not quite doing so just yet. Drops of poison into expensive wines that mask the taste and hide the scent. A soft kiss from lips that stain the skin of your neck as a dagger sinks into your spine.

Vicky: The zap of static elecricity against your skin. The rush of energy as you're about to leap into an action-packed activity you've waited ages for. Fresh popsicles in summer heat. The specific aura of a fair-ground or amusement park as you stroll past the attractions all surrounding you. The fizzy sweet hiss of opening a fresh soda can.

Scott: Soft fluffy fur and gentle nuzzling. The smell of worn leather gym equiptment and a feint hint of pine needles. The crunch of leaves along a pathway in the middle of Autumn. Warmth and comfort in a kindness that only comes with a truly open heart. Big hugs of crushing strength and loud bellowing laughs that you can nearly feel. Pure delight and wonder at things learned anew.

Brian: Quiet rooms with the ambient noises of ticking clocks and distant fans. The slight smell of mildew mixed with the cool breeze of fresh air. Small smiles and knowing looks that say a thousand words without speaking a single one. Distant suburbia nearly completely out to the countryside, yet still on the edge of a city.

Calculester: plants growing through abandoned devices, screens alight with a million different words a second, codes and numbers all merged into one cohesive action. The sound of whirring fans and the humm of a refrigerator or laptop as the electricity runs through it. The cool feel of plastic and metal, tentative touches and adorably awkward attempts to seem natural. Honest words and deep kindness.

Amira: Focused gazes. Nimble fingers poised and ready for the exact moment to strike. Terrifyingly fast reactions and cunning movements. The loyalty of a best friend. Warm hands and one-armed hugs. Encouraging words and big smiles, no matter how down you where. The amber glow of a fireplace as you're wrapped in warm blankets and watching action movies on your phone. A calm collected stance towards someone as you eye them down and they can see in your eyes just how dangerous you could be if they hurt those you love.

Zoe: The smell of coloured pencils, ink and soy sauce. The burning desire for knowledge and the joy of learning new things. The feel of an eraser as you bend it or try and break it in half. Sweet smiles and teasings from trusted friends as you walk between hallways. Contrasting colours and bright, bold words amongst a backdrop of detailed and dynamic features you could barely notice until you look deeper. 2 minute Ramen and icecream as you surf the internet, just enjoying what it has to offer.

... I have been drawing, when I can. When I have time. It has been getting done.

Just saying - if you see an art meme of any kind on my blog, I am still open do doing requests from it at any time. I may need you to tell me what it is (I.E. "The clothing meme by [source/op]") but I w i l l do it.

Oh damn guys I finally got TERFs in my notes saying I'm a misogynist for believing in basic human rights!!! Wow!!! They finally found me!!