Tag: friend art

redeyedryu:

Stopping myself at these sketches for now, otherwise I’ll likely be up until 4-5am with my wrist screaming bloody murder.

But here she is, my Darkener OC, the fox of Clubs! Her name is Pawla courtesy @pidgerinbalt , whose own OC has a knack for driving her up a wall with puns and jokes (often made at her expense). The first sketch is from earlier tonight, hence the slight design differences. Still narrowing it down but I think I’m right around where I want with the second one!

Don’t lie to the people, we both know she has squinting googly eyes taped on under there.

nyannationdoesdoodles:

Happy Pride month you guys! I know I don’t post my art enough, but I am going to be trying to change that. So, as the first piece I’ve posted in a while, I thought none would be better than the piece I’ve made for Pride Month! These are fusions between the ships within the Mafiaverse AU, two fusions having some of my very own ocs in them.
Valark (Valentine- @zephyrinx and Clark- my oc)
Ronny (KK Slyde- @pidgerinbalt and Ron- my oc)
Cage (Sage- @wherethebuttercupsgrow and Cal- @dransnake )
Swil (Swing- @zephyrinx and Vil- @onelinemanytimes )
If anyone is interested in the Mafiaverse AU, check out @gloomverseunderground!
Gloomverse belongs to @loverofpiggies , and if you don’t read it yet, go check it out first!

Listen here “ye-who-named-one-of-the-fusions-SWIL”


http://pidgerinbalt.tumblr.com/post/170922323633/audio_player_iframe/pidgerinbalt/tumblr_p47ujmq2qU1ujim55?audio_file=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fpidgerinbalt%2F170922323633%2Ftumblr_p47ujmq2qU1ujim55

nyannationdoesdoodles:

I FINALLY GOT MY MIC TO WORK!! Soooooo I finally recorded a dramatic reading of a poem I made for @zephyrinx ‘s character Swing! Sorry if the audio is sort of quiet and all, I am still figuring some stuff out for this microphone. I hope you all enjoy this~!

Our distance is far and sometimes further, finally leaving me to grow my tree of life.
Leaves of change have fallen and for the first time, I have truly seen colours.
They are so bright and powerful that they’ve left me blinded in joy.
But even still, the shadows of their blacks and whites haunt me and leave me feeling dull loneliness.
How I’ve hated their lack-there-of for so long yet even still I reach out to touch them.
To grasp their colourless void and pull it in.
To scatter the leaves and bring back the one thing that kept me tied down.
Where has it gone?
Is it waiting for me?
Should I wait for it?
Whether it is truly gone or on its way, I still look up to search.
It’s there, it has to be, I know it-
You’re out there, I just know it.

In a sky full of white and greys and blues,
Each pigment always reminds me of you.