#gingerdraws

[fakegingerrights]

Taught my Grandmother some digital art, she's a professional acrylic artist and has done some amazing pieces and she wanted to learn how I used my art tablet (Not that I ever finish anything) so we did a little doodle.

Reference vs digital painting. She had a lot of fun messing with the brushes!

[spooky-ronan]

golden deer brain rot

[spooky-ronan]

made a new header but forgot to check the dimensions first uwu

[gingermintpepper]

Happy St Patrick's Day y'all♡♧

[gingermintpepper]

Sometimes jokes end up altogether too well put together,,,,

[gingermintpepper]

Back at it again with the Space God Bucciarati. My art's bad but we vibin'

I'm really into this AU rn so I'm probably gonna see how it goes as I try to ride it out before deciding whether I want to actually pursue it or not. Some extra information about Bucchiarati:

The birds that I'm basing his stuff off of (as well as his representative birds) are blue jays and snowy owls. Bucchi pretty much is either outfitted in bright blues or black and white and there is literally no in between.

The thingie on his head is his halo.

The murder of his domestic servant Luka is what pops off the whole story, though, instead of killing Giorno like he originally planned to; he ends up adopting sparing him and giving him the opportunity to join his group to better learn how to handle his powers.

He doesn't really have access to space in the classical sense; but he can access pretty much all of space in the physical sense. Pocket dimensions, short doors, Bucchi can pretty much connect any physical space with his zippers, though he can't distort, expand or change anything within that space.

He's a relatively new god; only born after the shattering of the veil. Amusingly, when he was younger; he wanted to be a fishing patron.

I definitely do think I'm going to be writing something for this. Maybe just a handful of drabbles or something.

[gingermintpepper]

Anyway, space god Bruno because self control is fake anyway. I really love colour palettes.

I'll try to do better pictures of him and maybe even do that writing thing pfft but I swear he wears clothes y'all.

[gingermintpepper]

PokeAU’s great and I wish I could illustrate that properly. 

Have this extract instead: When they cross the threshold, the world doesn't shake and the air's not any colder than it was three feet before. Shouto ties the length of rope around his wrist, keeps his ears out for whatever has Dr Iida looking like he's about to go from zero to one twenty-five in the next three seconds. Midoriya hasn't stopped smiling since they crossed. Eventually Shouto has the rope tight around him, tugs at it so Midoriya knows he's ready. The wind hasn't quite picked up but something definitely has him feeling apprehensive. Dr Iida turns around, gives what's supposed to be a cheeky grin to Midoriya but the angles of his jaw just make it seem like he's about to murder the kid, "We don't stop until we're in the safe zone, okay Izuku?" Midoriya isn't looking at Shouto when he smiles back, bright and impish and absolutely menacing, "Last one to the top?" "Naturally." That apprenhension in Shouto's gut must be really bad because it feels like the ground's shaking beneath his feet. The good doctor gives him a last look and mumbles, "Be careful," in Shouto's direction before he's running for one of the overhanging rocks poking out from what's undoubtedly feet of snow. Izuku's smile is less edgy when he turns to Shouto, "We should get going too. Getting wiped out isn't a lot of fun, trust me." Shouto's too busy paying attention to the quiet roaring that's echoing in his ears, the shaking that's becoming a gluttonous rumbling beneath him, "Midoriya," he says, "What's going on?" That smile is back, toothy, too-wide, absolutely shit-eating, "We're out-running an avalanche."