My Art Blog

I don't really have much else to add. My name is Ace, and I've decided that for organizational purposes, I'm keeping a separate blog for all my writing and art. It's probably all going to be Sanders Sides fan fiction. Feedback much appreciated! My ask box is always open!

[ohcaptains]

[enyter]

[acescreations]

Did a ref sheet for my fursona. I'm naming him Dante.

[acescreations]

Redrawing One Piece panels will be how I learn to draw hands

[fairytwles]

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

IT MAY TAKE ME A MONTH TO PUT OUT A CHAPTER BUT AT LEAST IM NOT USING AI TO WRITE IT

[itsmoonpeaches]

one day you too could be a fanfic author who updates a decade later

[acescreations]

Which looks better?

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Voting ended onDec 2, 2024

[acescreations]

Leo

Used Hero Forge as a mannequin to trace. I never have to worry about anatomy again. I think. I hope.

@feindly-fire

[immarainbowpatooie]

Me opening up the word doc and getting stuck in the exact same place as last time

[acescreations]

If you ever wonder why I don't update, this is usually the reason why.

[glassfrogforest]

[acescreations]

Florence

The grass type of my punk gym leaders. My initial name for him was Thistle.

2 down, 16 to go

@thorns-and-whips

[acescreations]

I was planning on posting all of my Art Fight attacks at once at the end of tbe month, but seeing as I am burnt out, I don't think I'll make any more attacks, so I'll just post them now.

@/muricodon

@/orcusedika

[acescreations]

Ozzy

This is the start of a passion project I've been fostering, of making punk gym leaders for each type in Pokémon. This is Ozzy, the Normal type gym leader who runs his gym as a hobby while he finishes high school.

@boomburstwastaken

[acescreations]

I've been learning how to draw, so I'm rebranding to cover writing and art

[acescreations]

So anyway I've turned the Sanders Sides into my own characters they're a big family I love them and I will now explain them.

Background: Lucas's wife is secretly abusive to their kids whenever he isn't home. Once he discovers her treatment of his kids, he takes them and moves out with them, having to learn how to raise six children as a newly single dad.

The characters:

Lucas. The dad of all time. So much comphet he had six children with a woman he didn't really love. Does, however, very much love his kids.

Samuel. The oldest of the kids at sixteen years old. Puts the needs of his siblings above his own, instinctively takes on the role of a second dad and ignores his own needs in the process.

Lance. Twelve years old. Huge people pleaser who also does whatever he can to help the family. Basically all the time he has is spent on school, homework, or babysitting. He is. Very tired. Trying very hard to make up to his twin for what they had experienced.

Kris. Lance's twin. As the most rambunctious and impulsive of the kids, most of their mom's physical violence was directed at them, since everybody would assume they got injured on their own doing something dumb.

Blake. Ten years old. Literally the grumpiest, most aggressive ten year old you will ever meet. Yes, his mom did give him that scar. No, he did not tell anyone.

Cosmo. Eight years old. Defs autistic. Got most of the verbal abuse because his mom didn't like that he didn’t respond to social cues the "right" way. Already developing a sense of perfectionism due to the criticism.

Evan. Three years old. Doesn't quite remember his mom, but still gets nightmares pretty often and has separation anxiety. Cries whenever somebody yells.

Remington. Goes by Remy. Lance's crush at school. Has insomnia and also the most chill parents in the world.

Evelyn. One of the kids in Samuel's class. Big psychology nerd, has psychoanalyzed all of her classmates. Was so spot on with Samuel that he developed a squish on her. They end up becoming queerplatonic partners.

Feel free to send in prompts about them! Or honestly just last name suggestions sjdksksk. I'm probably mainly gonna write short stories about them and I'd love suggestions!

[ask-fusionsides]

Hey Prinxiety. Think you are comfortable enough to gave a talk about boundaries with your roommate? Or do you need another minute? It's fine if you do. Just wanted to check.

Prinxiety sighed, pulling a leg up to his chest. “I don’t know,” he mumbled. “I don’t think Anxceit wants to talk to me ever.” He stared off for a minute before continuing to mumble to himself. “God, imagine if we were actually roommates. I’d just straight up die I think.”

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[ask-fusionsides]

My guy,

the whole point of talking to him is so you know what you have in common

if you don’t wanna talk with me, your other option is to talk with him

or you can sulk, that works too

“I am not sulking!” Anxceit snapped. “And you know what? I don’t have to talk to either of you. I am completely fine on my own. In fact I’m better off without you people bossing me around and giving me shit.”

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[ask-the-aspects]

C̸ra̕ck͡e̵d.̛

Warnings: Extreme guilt, self-deprecation, death, Red being a douchebag

Trauma sunk down on the couch once he was sure the door to the mindscape was locked. Now he was alone, completely alone, for the first time in two months, and it was at the worst possible time. And yet, he knew it was his fault things were so bad.

He ran through in his head the entire argument, and everything leading up to it, too caught up in his thoughts to notice the short snaps coming from his cracking chest. He analyzed that fight more than he ever did in the moment, and every angle he looked at it, he could clearly tell he was the problem. There were so many moments he could've let go of his selfishness and his childish fears but he never did. And Ace got hurt because of it. He never wanted to hurt him, his only goal in life was to keep him safe, and he didn't only fail at that, he was the cause of the problem.

"She'd be better off without you." Trauma heard the voice behind him, not quick enough to notice before he got kicked to the ground.

"You're always stuck in the past." Red kicked Trauma over onto his back as he spoke, pressing his foot against Trauma's chest. Trauma tried to push him off, but for the first time in his life, he couldn't find the strength to fight back, to try to survive.

"You've hurt everyone who's come in contact with you. You failed Camijo. You failed Carver. You even failed Agape. How do you even manage to not be enough for a corpse?"

Red leaned forward, putting more pressure onto Trauma's chest as he got into his face. Trauma could feel his chest beginning to cave from the pressure Red was putting on him.

"You would be better off dead."

Trauma's chest caved in beneath Red's foot with a loud crack, his body jerking once before going limp, grey fog pouring out from his now concave chest. Red grinned as he pulled his foot back. "Happy Valentine's Day," he said as he walked out of the living room.