I post my digital art, stories, characters, animations, and sketches here.
Some art posts may be triggering. Examples of these may be gore, blood, self-deprecation, referenced suicide, shown deaths, realistic depictions of mental and physical health conditions, etc. I also own a couple characters that are a little scary-looking or have triggers in themselves, such as a murderous character, a character with many eyes, or ref-applicable visable wounds. There will be no profanity or sexual pictures/drawings, but some may include minor to mediocre blood and gore. I myself am squeamish about seeing gore, so heavy blood loss is most likely the worst you'll see here.
My ask box is currently open, but please do not use any profanity or share suggestive content. I’m always up for a friendly chat or discussion. Also I love to draw things for other people. I'll most likely draw smth for you if you want me to, so feel free to ask!
I am on a roll today! Three posts in one day? Heck yeah!
Anyway, Grian and Secret Keeper! Grian is a combination of 1 and 2, as I head cannon him as the species "mimic", meaning he will basically start to mimic the appearance, traits, and instincts of the people/creatures around him, or at will.
Secret Keeper is meant to kinda be the watcher's version of an albino, their wings and bioluminescent patterns being very close in color. They opt to wear their hood 24/7, despite really hating how it looks.
My designs for 1 and 2. Such silly little fellas. Love torturing people. Just having a good time. 2 is so uncomfortable around 1. No one knows if 1 likes 2 or if they just love seeing them squirm. Gosh I love them
I have quite a few sketches of these two, as well as my true watcher and half watcher forms of Secret Keeper and Grian, so I'll probably digitize those and post them later.
Meet Resonar and [THE DIRECTOR], my sweet little Echo's parents! Man, I love it so much when my favorite character designs are dead or not present in the main story :D
If you recognize this drawing, it's because it's a sketch i did not too long ago. I really wanted to get the director's color palette down, as I want to make more drawing of him, and decided I was too lazy to just sketch a basic ref. But hey, now I have a doomed couple! Yay!
This feels like a dream, people enjoy my writing! ToT I have always wanted to share my stories online, and I'm so fluffin happy that people are actually reading and liking my work.
If you enjoy xenomorphs, you can find the work I'm referencing at https://archiveofourown.org/users/KatieKat107
Not quite sure how to start talking about this piece, since it's pretty personal, but I'll explain my though process when creating it.
Warning, since this piece is about eating disorders, I am going to be talking a lot about that.
I chose to use a simplistic style to capture this to emphasize that it's not a thing specific people have. Anyone can have an eating disorder. It's not just for teenage girls who don't like how they look, it can happen to anyone who has gone through some sort of psychological change or trauma.
The green outline is supposed to represent how the person sees themself. It's translucent, because it's not real. They don't see their actual body, they see a distorted version.
The red is what happens visibly. It isn't always so obvious, but if someone looks out for the signs, it's there. I won't go into what each thing represents, as that is far more than I'm willing to share online, so feel free to interpret it as you wish.
Finally, the background. Honestly, I just rambled. Not all of the thoughts are my own, and some are dramatized for effect, but it's the general thought process of the person in the piece.
Wow. Just wow. It was such an experience for me. I had a feeling going into it that it was either save the world or save Niko, so I was struggling the entire time. I also felt awful whenever I had something come up during my game and I had to shut it down, because I knew that Niko was just sitting there in the dark while I was away.
If you've played the game, you probably know what ending I got :)
I have gotten so attached to this man why do I love small things that talk to me.
No pop-ups under the cut
You know how I said I'd never do lineless art again? Yeah, that was a lie. Sorry :p
How we feel about a stalker x serial killer comic?
These two have been in my head for over a year, finally getting them down on (digital) paper.
They do have official names, but in my head I dubbed them Scales (left) and Feathers (right) so I'll be referring to them as such :p
Honestly, Feathers is probably my most self-indulgent character, as I specifically made her of German and Dutch decent, as well as albino, all so I had an excuse to heavily research those topics and learn more about them.
If you've been following my blog recently, you probably know that I've started posting some of my writing peices.
Personally, I'm not a huge fan of people posting writing on Tumblr (yes, I'm a proud hypocrite), as I mostly go on Tumblr to see/find other artists, and I'm sure a lot of my followers are following me for the same reason.
To solve this problem I created for myself that no one else cares about, I decided to create a home for all my writing peices on my favorite fanfiction site, Archive of Our Own.
After heavy research to make sure I wasn't breaking the law for posting original works or that my work would be sold to AI, I created myself a little account and collection.
If you like my writing or just have nothing better to do, feel free to go check out my profile. I will be posting some more of my works very soon, but for now enjoy the little short story I've had hidden on my computer for a year or two.
Tape tore off his cuffs and lunged at Loki, eyes blazing and teeth glaring in the light. Echo started to scream, Loki seemed surprised, Katie stared in horror, Fahrenheit bit her lip, Celsius’s breath froze, Pandora quietly comforted Wisp, who shook violently, and then there was Ŧh𝕚ng. Ŧh𝕚ng simply watched, non-existent bile rising in their throat as the chaos broke.
They blinked.
And it was over.
Tape was thrown back into the wall, shrieking in agony as blood flew off his shoulder in a perfect line. Loki stood stunned, unmoving and confused. Ŧh𝕚ng followed his line of sight, and saw what caused the action.
A figure that was not there before now stood between Loki and Tape. A knife was in their hand, straight out to the side as if they had just swiped their air as dramatically as possible (in hindsight, that was probably exactly what had happened). Power radiated off the individual like a swarm of wasps, stinging and lunging at whatever dared to go towards their queen. A thin, slender tail flicked behind the intruder as they opened their eyes.
Ŧh𝕚ng froze.
They knew those eyes.
They knew those eyes.
They knew those eyes.
They were sent spinning into their own head almost immediately. Trails of smoke- screaming- so much screaming- them at the center- blood on their hands- a claw pressed against their skull- tears as they felt nothing- promises soon to break- curiosity- silence- laughing at another’s death- cold- and then nothing.
Ŧh𝕚ng opened his eyes, blinking away tears that could never fall, could never show any emotion. A husk of a being, not human, not demon, not anything. Just a void of black, with nothing to feel, and no one to love. They could still smell burning flesh.
No- wait- that wasn’t their imagination.
Ŧh𝕚ng turned towards the smell only to see the figure still in the room, now looking curiously at their arm. Smoke rose from their forearm as a bubbly yellow substance melted their skin towards the bone. The scene made that invisible bile climb back up. Oh how they would throw up if they could.
A bit of the substance fell off their arm, sizzling when it made contact with the floor, only to stop when it realized it had nothing left to melt. It just sat constantly on the floor, its movement slowing with each breath.
The stranger made a small noise of surprise, holding their arm closer to inspect the strange substance. They took a glance up, looking towards their victim, who was clutching their shoulder. Tape was crying (they realized they probably weren’t as in it as they thought, since they only heard the screeching coming from the other once they focused on him), a long line etched from the crook of their neck to opposite elbow. Ŧh𝕚ng noted that the line was carefully drawn as to not hit a single major blood vessel, some parts of it even incomplete in order to accomplish that, giving a dashed-line effect to the injury. The stranger tilted their head at him.
“I’m gonna be honest, I expected something a lot more deadly.” They said. Their voice was lightly feministic, an artificial highness in it that signified this clearly wasn’t their natural one. “‘Lotta talk for a bit of hot silk, y’know?” Tape screamed, rage, frustration, and fear, all mixed up into an awful metronome. His eyes were glued to the figure (all of theirs were) as the person in question seemed to suppress a smile.
Disgusting.
The figure flipped towards the rest of the group surrounding them. She(?) gave a big grin, sharp teeth grinning from ear to ear. “𝕊c𝖔rch, I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.” The inhabitants of the facility were all still, afraid to move.
Ŧh𝕚ng themself was trying as hard as possible to avoid eye contact while looking at the figure. A maroon cropped shirt sat on their shoulders, attached by a thick wiry line while the entire shoulder section was missing. Their sleeves draped over their whole arm and up to their fingertips. Scratched-up pants gave evidence enough of how many times they had been harmed.
Once.
Void.
“Hello everyone!” The entity greeted, a cheery tone taking up their chords. “My name is NK.” Their eyes found Ŧh𝕚ng’s, despite them trying their best to avoid such an incident. Pure white meeting a distorted black and red, reminding them of everything they lost, everything they fought for, and everything that was taken by the same people they swore to serve.
CW - Extreme suggestions of violence and murder, blurred blood, guns
After a month or two of work, another animatic has finally been released! A small "what if" about Mahad finding out that Zephyr is part of the assassin group he's been tracking.
What would you do if every day you spent hours on end, grinding away at the same case of murders, just to find out that your best friend was the one behind them?
Find the video here -> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XX6WvGWY8tE
Hello! First time on your blog, I love your art! If you’re interested I’d love to do a critter trade! Custom critter for custom critter! This is just a request, no need to respond if you don’t want to! I’m just curious
Of course! I love designing and receiving little guys! Feel free to dm me any details regarding the trade :D
