Mercury

i love drawing, just begun a digital journey

[aequrion-deactivated20250618]

If being drained twilight thin was a metaphor

then my veins are what appears

when it can no longer be called twilight.

I believe I know what time of the day that happens

It’s when I sometimes return from the office

after sitting in the traffic

only as much to miss the pastel orange

fading from the west.

When I flip my hand to unbuckle my wrist watch

I find thin stretch of a pale river

written on my veins,

the river mouth tastes

dust on the rim of a cup forgotten.

My throat is a well that sings in echoes,

each note a promise demolished into debris.

Something very hunger-like

wears the disguise of memory.

I envision my trembling hands

cupping the dark,

trying to pull the weight of absence.

I drink again, hoping to drown.

[bubblesxart]

instinto destructivo

instinto destructivo explosivo y reactivo hacia la etérea belleza que se desliza con destreza en el espacio vacío entre tu latido y el mío, y me consume contigo.

deletérea tu boca, efímera en su cariño, es una roca erosionada por un mar luciferino de besos, felino, y me consumo contigo.

dulzones tus ojos, dulces, como la mermelada, dulce ponzoña, dulce veneno, quema como el calor veraniego y el frío del solitario invierno, solitario solo en mi pensamiento, consumiéndose consigo.

unos montes de arcilla roja que rozan rocas mutuamente, destrozan, indiscriminadamente perlas, mantos, rosas y se deslizan suaves y rugosas empapando fría alma, sedosa, de una plenitud engañosa, totalmente consumida.

[bubblesxart]

is it so wrong if i wanna die and turn into a TOOL song my breaths turning into guitar rifts the beating of my heart pumps into a drumset my voice moulds into a baseline my eyes are the empty silence.

[lost-stoic]

- ac

[bubblesxart]

velvet tan, upon it, your hands up my spine.

oh... now i now i understand asphyxiating warmth breaths tangling into one choking with wet words i cannot talk. we walk. shoulder against shoulder, i walk touching you, we walk, i am.

[bubblesxart]

working on some haikyuu fanart and trying to make lineart cleaner??

when will i find an artstyle im comfy with lol

[bubblesxart]

sneak peek bc im tired and i might not even finish this ever

[bubblesxart]

working on some haikyuu fanart and trying to make lineart cleaner??

when will i find an artstyle im comfy with lol

[depodraws]

What's with these homies dissin' my girl?

Commissions | Prints | Tip Jar

[bubblesxart]

used a random base i searched up on google lol so thats why it doesnt feel like my normal proportions but I LOVED THE COLORS i had a lot of fun being more loose with lines too.

anyways who's into spuffy? i AM

[machineryangel]

a very short poem for august (s.r.m.)

[netflix]

The Umbrella Academy fan art by @kidovna as part of our Geeked Week Fan Art Submissions!

Instagram: kidovna 

Submit your fan art, crafts, makeup transformations & cosplay HERE!

[bubblesxart]

decided to begin doing this challenge, and since im currently obsessed with utena, i drew her !!!! digital art is so hard, i'm barely practicing lately, i'm a traditional girly since always, but i really wanna get better specially at choosing colors and digitally painting shapes !!! if u wanna tell me a chara then i would love that, otherwise ill probably fill them with ocasional hyperfixations !!

[bubblesxart]

annihilate me

pluck every weed off me, cautiously, under the lighthouse by the shore, carefully water and prune the flowers growing in and under my tongue, watch the ouroboric cycle of blooming and festering, renascent rot, and with just a simple word, bring total annihilation to us all.

mythril gem blues, pearly whites with grassblade greens over a blooming rib; ripened fruit of exile i blaze myself to ignite adam and eve. the towering lighthouse glowers ominously over the deep black sea, calling me to its eternal fire, its burning pile of documents and spare debris; as the coal-stained face of the wicky melts into what is, without a doubt, me.

its fractioned reality, a broken mirror of iridescent forgotten memories, and in this frozen moment it feels like i could be whatever i want to be, yet there's nothing i crave more than looking silently at the infinite sea; its waves coddling me gently, whispering a lullaby so i fall asleep.

[aequrion-deactivated20250618]

snared

Do the bushes know

despite burning all day long

they won't get as much love

as a rose does?

Will they suffer, if they know?

You should buy roses instead,

a bouquet of weeds

looks quite nice on my hand.

Do the scorching rays of sun realize

they will never be as close to people

as the pouring rain?

I hope they don't.

I better smear myself in charcoal ashes.

Let flowers color your terrace.

Do the desert sands know that

hearts are set sea-wards?

Do crows envy peacocks

or the scarlet macaw?

Perhaps they are well aware

of what goes on

yet they draw eyelids of reticence

and live forever trapped

in fate's snare.

[bubblesxart]

dunes

i gaze upon a sea of red fine sand surrounding me, i claw my way, desperate, under the worming white moon, i see silky sand swallowing my shaking hands as i peacefully sink into the soft, pillowy dunes. i hear the whistling of the wild wuthering sietch, as every strawberry dot cuts my pale sickly skin, it feels good, somehow, the pain, it grounds me to that fated fatality, the cinnamon-scented dust activates my slumbering brain, finality from religious fanatism to pure unabashed evil saint, the storm reflects upon the calm within my innocent disdain.

sweat rolls off his back with a war cry, a primal melody, it falls slowly onto the crimson wavy rain-like infinity, where it has never been seen nor felt nor breathed, where prickly cacti blooms and flowers recycling the willfully given humidity. i give my water to thee, i am feared as i'm loved, by your crafted insanity.

i must not fear, i whisper, litany of the truth-tellers of my mind, face my fear and let it pass through me, over me, around me. i will it to overcome me. it kills my brain in a way that is pleasant and near, familial, comforting, like a home-cooked meal, like a steel poisoned needle held behind an ear.

[bubblesxart]

Cómo

Cómo es que todos los ojos tienen la misma mirada febril que tus ojos, y que todas las cejas del universo se encorvan y se fruncen exactamente como las tuyas, cómo es que todas las pupilas tiemblan en un océano deletéreo y evitan mirarme de frente, pasando por encima mía tranquilamente, como si tan solo fuese un gas inerte.

Explícame, por favor, cómo encuentras la distancia favorable, cómo agradeces que el tiempo pase, con tu cigarro entre los dedos y cómo dejas que cambie de fase, dime entonces, por favor, cómo todas las manos tienen ese nudillo deforme, pálido, esquelético y uniforme, y todas las sonrisas son igual de torcidas y conformes.

Cómo es que sin hablarnos ni un instante consigues mantener mi sangre zumbando rápidamente por venas y capilares como un enjambre, tan rápido que ya no puedo diferenciar si de rabia o de hambre, y mis articulaciones se rompen de tanto estirarme entre tu mirada distante y esta habitación asfixiante.

[prismono]

Deja Vu 🧸🌿 @txt_bighit ‘s new music video for Deja Vu absolutely shook me to my core 😭🩵 I’m soooo in love with their new album and couldn’t resist painting this illustration of Beomgyu inspired by one of the photos from his GORGEOUS MV look!