Christmas Gift For @moonamayillu 🪭

I’m going to figure out these new paint brushes eventually! And when I do- It’s over for me. *Dramatic western music*

I spent an insane amount of time researching all of the hex codes for these colors and companies so I could have them since I mainly do digital art, and since i made the, to have for free, I am sharing so we ALL can have them for free.

Pls enjoy

Ps. I am working on actually writing down each individual hex code, but y’all will have to wait for that

Christmas gift for @qettleqorn of their lovely Kin and Shibi I love them so much but I’m totally normal about them. Yes 😃

Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!

Of course I'll answer! Gotta think of five other things though.

Cheesecake, Lemon Cake, Raspberry Cake, and really I like a lot of fruity cakes. (Pun unintended)

Designing things- mainly rooms and gardens in the sims.

Having the energy to actually make detailed art. Like man I have so many wips but when I finish something- like actually finish something I love it so much.

Touching grass Keeping any plants alive for longer than a month!

Seeing my friends art! (Writing and or drawn!) I'm very proud of them and their talents.

Anxiety Anonymous Discord Server WRAPPED!

commission done by @kankuroplease for @qettleqorn, @lemony-snickers, @foolishk, @akamikazae, @fireflylitsky, @moonamayillu, @xkpzx herself and me!

I love you guys.

Happy 45th Birthday Nakamura Yuuchi <3

成功が失敗・失敗が成功

善が悪で・悪が善

success is failure. failure is success.

good is evil. evil is good.

Tagged By: @akamikazae Thank you for the tag!!

Trigger Warnings: - Blood & gore depiction - Mutilation - Physical injuries

Cold echoed hymns promising the world a new song made the crunch of snow beneath her boots the drums. These past twelve days of this five month long hunt had made her once beloved metal burn into her exposed skin as the crystals formed and cracked from each movement much unlike the green that had been hidden beneath thick snow. Truthfully she couldn't even recall when she had last stopped to turn and check for the hounds. Had she been sly enough? Could she finally take a rest for even a second in this land of white cold? The bird songs died telling her no as the heel of her boots no longer could be hidden with her magic. May the daughters guide me to my destination. Knowing damn well there were no daughters that would find her in this hour. "Were I an easy prey you'd have already warmed my corpse with the fires of your hut." "Yet you are not." The hooded one, snow melting from their cloth as if a ward had been placed on them. So she assumed as she could feel the blood pooling behind her nose. A mage, mentally she tsked, someone's certainly starving if they agreed to join. "This could all be rectified if you just came along like a good mutt." Curled tongue matched the twinge of the lips on the ranger. "Unless you wish to be forgiven with your blood on an alter of a god that will never answer." And this one is the greedy one no doubt, fucking rangers. Digging her already freezing hands into the snow with a rage that almost warmed her weary bones. The grasp of snow revealed a stone, nothing to gawk at but something big enough she could perhaps distract them. They never were her favorite brood, most were just in the pocket of some lord after all. Hopping off the horse, smashing the snow and dirt under their fall, ensuring a difficult spring for the plants, the ranger took out their small sword and swung it about dramatically as she scooted closer to the stone her back had found a match with. "I'll give you exactly one minute to think about it mage-growler." Swiping their blade upwards, pressing the tip to the stone, holding it above her head. Taunting with a twist of their wrist. "So either come with us or die quietly for me."

"I'd rather not." Twisting the energy of the stone with her own. The ridged edges growing sharper and sharper as it cut through her palm, the trail of red riveting down the cracks. With a fierce wind she slip it between her knuckles and slammed it into the rangers side. Forcing them to release the blade, her other hand free to catch it before it nicked her more important body parts. Could always just regrow any lost fingers after all, though the pain alone would leave any mage worth their salt bedridden for a time. Tossing the blade as far as it would go she slammed her hand back against the stone she had been pinned against. Twisting it out and through the rangers neck, a sick snapping of bones like the branches the stone inevitably hit. Why wasn't the mage making a move? Why were they still sitting there looking in her direction. "You?" The dark warmth of his soil tinged eyes captivated her as her reflection shot back. "Never the one for hellos, obviously." Calloused fingers, roughed from years of labor either on docks and farms, traced over the back of her hands like water to stone. Leaving a mark in the most minuscule of ways as the bandages he applied pressed tightly against her wounds. Making the ointment press thick into the wounds as his magic did it's best to stop the bleeding. "Rude is a thing I could never be to one such as yourself." The creek in his throat had her heart thump. The cadence of a past far too pushed behind her. "This dog will never be loyal to man when his howling still confuses them." "You are a disgrace of a mage then." "Says the one who gave me the curse." The sharp eyes she still found comfort in were the same ones that held something colder than the earth beneath her. Why did it need to be like this? "I'm guessing this means you'll be taking me in?" The twine he dug from the the rangers pack became evidence enough that she had to chortle. Of course. Any kindness they might have had left to spare for one another was being used up for the present moment it seemed. You teach a man to fish and he comes after you like a starved dog begging for more. Huffing a breath as he began to tie her wrists.

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It grew wild and tall, encumbering the home beneath its weight with each wide breath. How could a fire so large be the cause of her skin freezing with a numb acuteness. No! No, he can't! Blood like lemon and red wine fought as the shot back blasts smashed the two against three and rock. Something entwined as air sucked and pulled from their chests. -- He was there, for the briefest moment, he could see, smell, hear it all at a small cloth covered table where a meal had been made and set before him. What... Momentarily thinking before the voice his ears drank like wine poured through his soul. Hand, his hand, found way up the soft cotton of the baby pink and white thin striped button up shirt. Pulling it clutch under his fist while sipping in the breakfast scene. "So messy," His eyes darted up to see the familiar red waves, pulled back in a weak braid with a band to keep her bangs from her eyes. She- what- "Just like your father it seems, ah," The gentle chuckle as she used picked up a napkin and wiped away mush from the small being in the highchair near her. Hair dark, eyes a warm honey like hers that he wanted to pour over his attention constantly. "But, I suppose you are both lucky that I love messes." This was not where he was meant to be, the strings that bind were meant to entwine with something, not show him whatever this was. For the clothes they wore, the furniture he saw, the meal, and the people were not of his own. -- "Are you manic!?" Salt hitting her nose as harsh as the older woman's voice screeched "And you're a rotted corpse." Coughing back as the fresh air returned to her lungs. Mae-Hui rolled over onto her stomach with a sharp glare courtesy tossed the old woman's way. Scoffing as her wrinkled fingers gripped then ripped at Ekashiba's shirt to expose his chest beneath. "Idiot girl! Those ingredients were rare and a moons like those do not come very often." "Then maybe don't try to sacrifice my party to some deaf non-existing god!" "Psh- he wouldn't have died, but now I have two which will make reviving difficult." "Weren't you listening old woman, your god is not real!" "The lady of the weave is very much so alive you twat! She took your threads did she not? But now she can not come as it is meant to be one body- which you idiots are not, though one mind maybe."

Tagging the following: Whoever would like!

reblog with a spoiler for your wip with zero context. no context allowed.

Got a new dnd character my dudes. He's a dad and he's got a goat and kids.q.

felt like redrawing an old kakayuri drawing I did from when i started digital art (2021) and the anxiety server decided on this one.

original art under cut.