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hello vonnie
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
AnasAbdin
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
cherry valley forever
Origami Around
Claire Keane
almost home
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Keni
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@itskellonearth
Current WIP to warm up those art muscles for the New Year: Vincent from FF7! Capturing the values first, and then the next step is colour 😎 I'm also kinda into the idea of keeping the sketch layer on top to roughen things up a bit.
I HATE PHONES, you sit down to do one thing and forget about the Doomscrolling Rectangle of Instant Gratification for a few days because ADHD gives you the object permanence of a toddler and suddenly several people think you've died and multiple deadlines are on your doorstep
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Based on a genuine customer interaction I had when I started working the booze section five years ago and knew nothing about wine lmao
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Leave 16-year-old Kell alone, 23-year-old Kell, they don't even have glasses yet. They don't even have a fully developed frontal lobe. All they got is anxiety, ADHD and autism!!!
Real talk though, we are all forged in the fires of cringe. It's an ongoing process and it takes work, but be pals with your young self and all the stupid stuff they said and did!
I've been tackling some of this very stuff in therapy now for the past few months, learning to unpack all the ways that I talk to myself, past and present. I'm exploring how much of that has come from external stuff that I've internalised, and it turns out that it's like 99%. Kid me was a little weirdo, and I'm very glad that I stuck to my freaky little guns, but sometimes the self consciousness still slips through. One step at a time, though!
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Oh god I haven't drawn in a hot minute
So today I decided to warm up by doing a really rough 30 min sketch of my goth gunslinger husband 🥹💖
Stashing this one for a digital colour maybe 👀
You can pry my inside-out socks out of my COLD DEAD HANDS. Sock seams are sensory hell and I will not be taking any questions on this matter.
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Are you even a cat owner if you don't have full conversations with your cats?
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Something that's been on my mind a fair bit lately is the way I define various things - success, failure, and what it means to live a good life. I had some lofty goals as a kid and a teen, and while I haven't discarded any of them, I went through a period of intense anxiety as I hit my late twenties that there was a lot of stuff that I still hadn't crossed off for various reasons - poor mental health, and struggling to pull myself up out of poverty being the two big ones.
It's taken me a while and a bit of thinking to come to terms with the idea that a good life doesn't necessarily have to be an extraordinary one. There's a lot to be said about enjoying simplicity and slowness. Sometimes, even when things generally feel kind of difficult, a sunny window and a cup of tea can make things feel a bit better, even if it's just for a quick breather while you work towards those bigger things.
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As a pretty active part of the cycling community, this is something I unfortunately run into a lot. People make the argument that cyclists belong in the cycle lane - but the problem is that many of our cycle lanes, where they actually exist, are horrifically unfit for purpose.
It's not something you'll notice from the window of a car, travelling at 20-60mph, but I see it every day: broken bottles, scraps of metal, bits of cars, nails and tacks, thorny tree branches, dog shit, animal carcasses... A lot of stuff gets pushed into the gutter by street sweepers and road traffic. The gutter, of course, is where cycle lanes are.
Oh, and that's not even mentioning the potholes. The sort of potholes that might feel a bit bumpy in a car or a van could throw me off my bike if I hit them awkwardly.
Then there are the extended stretches of road where there's no lane at all!
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I can now style my hair like a cockatiel, and am ready to bonk my beak against everything and eat ludicrous amounts of millet
Real talk though, my head is so much cooler in the summer now and my conditioner budget has been halved again, let's go
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call me homer simpson the way im known for my d'oh
call me homer simpson the way im known for wife marge, childs bart maggie and lisa. ned flander
call me ned flander
Something’s wrong with my dog I think it’s gay
Metal
My D&D group recently finished a huuuuge campaign, so our wonderful DM and good friendo Kit commissioned me to make a sticker of the group's collective son, Gibbet.
As all D&D parties do, we derailed our DM's plans in session one and became pirates, instead of fighting the pirates. While sailing the high seas we came across an immense ship which turned out to be a tiny makeshift dinghy with a glamour cast over it. At the helm was Gibbet, a little kobold in a paper pirate hat. We rescued him, adopted him, and eventually promoted him to First Mate. We later encountered a little owlet, who we also adopted - hence the owlet in his hands!
One of our guys, human cleric/warlock Heldi, had a side quest which involved curing a terrible disease that was ravaging the land. This disease had no cure - and the sense of urgency launched into the stratosphere when sweet Gibbet contracted the disease. A fortuitous Wish spell saved his life in the end, but I have never heard so many people simultaneously screaming NOOOOOOOOO DM WHYYYYYY TAKE ME INSTEAD
One of my pals commissioned me to draw their old grumpy leonin artificer a couple of years back and I was like ABSOLUTELY, LET'S GO.
Anyway, this is Rheia! She specialises in alchemy, as you can tell by her collection of potions. After a youth spent as part of a rebellion that unfortunately fizzled out, she turned instead to a life of honest work in her home on the Saffron Coast - until a whirlwind of adventurers swept her up and took her off on a quest.
The thing is, Rheia is old as fuck. She's 70, which is well into the twilight years by Leonin standards. She should be looking forward to her retirement. Instead... well, she's stuck babysitting a bunch of chaotic idiots and force-feeding them potions so they don't die. She may not look like much physically, but she can always rely on her sharp wit and her even sharper tongue to keep the young upstarts in line and the enemy at bay.
I did a bit of research into the methods for identifying lion ages as part of this commission. Did you know that as lions get older their noses turn from pink to black, from freckles which eventually cover the whole snoot? Elderly lions also have yellow teeth which are often worn down, broken, or missing entirely. And of course, facial scarring is also a good indicator - the older a lion is, the more scraps it will have seen!
A friend of mine writes Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss fanfic, and approached me asking for some illustrations of his OCs.
This is Leviathan, a commission from way back in 2023! Unlike his fellow Embodiments Lucifer, Asmodeus and Beelzebub, who are at least fun despite being assholes, Leviathan is far too sour and stern.
(I also know virtually nothing about Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss but every time I get a commission they're really good fun and make me wanna actually watch the shows lmao)
Here's a commission from 2023, for a Hazbin Hotel OC!
I had a lot of fun with this one - it isn't often I get commissioned to draw something so overblown and ridiculous (in the client's own words!).
Amorelle is a duchess and an angel, stuffed into a gargantuan dress that resembles a massive, overfrosted cake. Her eyes, though blindfolded, are visible due to their intense glow. Huge wings framing her body only make her silhouette even more domineering, and let's not forget that massive pair of... er... bunny ears!
If I remember correctly, she's kind of a goddess of love, so I leaned hard into the heart-shape motif, from her bodice to her choker, the shape of her lips and the crown upon her head.
