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[deceased-bunny]

Cityscape, for gl1tchcraft on twt

[shedowfile]

And here is the meerkat skull!! This took me 6 hours and 30 minutes but I'm quite proud of the result, if I do say so myself! The first and second slide are the same photo, the only difference being the first one was modified digitally to pop the whites and give it a more professional finished look! °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° #meerkat #meerkatart #timon #skull #skulldrawing #graphite #graphitedrawing #graphitepowder #traditionalillustration #traditionalartwork #realismpainting #realismart #hyperrealism #meerkatskull #skullart #art #artwork🎨 #scientific #scientificillustration #ilustrationart #traditionalrealism #artrealism https://www.instagram.com/p/CCEhaCMAMuk/?igshid=mqdu711wpb0r

[meerkatheart-blog]

MH: Irreplaceable

Was bored, so I wrote my first MH story in a long time. I'm going to be fleshing out Penny and Tucker's every-day lives for a while now. I hope you guys enjoy. The story Butterfly is telling came from a comedy show I heard on youtube once. Credit goes to the guy who actually lived through this nonsense, but it sounded like something Penny would get into. Hope you guys enjoy this silly drabble. It was just a normal night at the townhouse, a bunch of girls sitting in various places in the living room. Everyone swapping stories, having drinks, it was all good. Penelope Stone, better known by her street name ‘Butterfly’, was full of stories. Mostly of her childhood. “Another story I’ll never tell my parents..” Penelope began, holding her bottle on her knee. “This all happened in high school. The redhead leaned back on the stool she was sitting on, her knee high boots stretching with the strain. “I had this teacher in high school, whose kid actually went to our high school, the teacher’s name was…” she thought a little “Mr. Alberquirq and his son was Max Alberquirq. He was a sophomore, when I was a…a senior so he was two years younger than me.” Two fingers were held up, more reaffirming herself than anyone else. “And well, Mr Alberquirq…” Penny smirked, as if amused by her own thoughts “was, an asshole. And one weekend, he and his wife decided to leave town, which you should never do,” she looked around the room, slightly leering at everyone “if you’re an asshole.” “The thing was, Max Alberquirq, decided to throw a party, at his dad’s house…yaaay.” Fake cheer, Butterfly knew sarcasm that was topped only the group leader “He wasn’t all that popular, you don’t get very popular when your dad is both a teacher..” she put a little emphasis on this one, using one figure in a forward and upward motion “and an asshole.” Most of the girls laughed, they knew what it was like. The lot of them were social outcasts, fed up with society. Labeled ‘mean girls’ by kids and grown-ups a like. Assholes were part of the trade. You dealt with them every day. “So most kids around town got invited to this Saturday night party, and each and every damn kid..” she paused again, this time for effect, her voice slightly rising in pitch “I swear to you, thought individualy ‘Alright, let’s go over there, and trash the place.’” She made a sneer at the last three words. This was rewarded by more laughter. Only one girl was keeping quiet so far, that was Merrianne Enin. Her street name was ‘Mercy’; hers wasn’t even a street-name that was just what everyone called her. No one called her Merrianne and survived. She had always been a hard-ass. But Butterfly respected her. So far, Mercy was just sitting in her chair, sewing something and not saying a word. After a sip off her beer, Butterfly continued her story “I walk in through the front door, and every person I ever knew was there. And they were all drinking like it was the end of the world.” Laughter broke out here “We were drinking like it was the civil war and we were all about to have our legs sawed off.” The laughter got louder; one girl caught her breath long enough to put a log on the fireplace. “It was totally unsupervised,” she flung her arms out “we were criminals off parole,” she bounced her shoulders, while slightly shaking her head “it was insane.” Now Butterfly stands up and starts to walk a little ways, making gestures as she tells her story “I make my way down to the basement; they got a pool table in the basement. Some dumbass took a running start, threw his body on to the fucking pool table and broke it in half.” She took a drink here before continuing. “Another kid found out which room was Mr. Alberquirq’s, went upstairs and took a shit in laptop case.” The girls really started to laugh here, that would be something one of them would have done. Even Mercy had to chuckle at that one. Butterfly made her way back to her seat. “So the party was going great.” An almost placid ‘this is fine’ smile on her face, as if to downplay the whole situation. “I’m in the basement, holding a red cup like you see in the movies.” She holds up her bottle in the same sort of way “So, I’m standing there, holding a red cup and I’m starting to black out. When suddenly someone says ‘something, something, police.” She sort of shakes her head as she said this, unable to remember the exact words. “And in this bleary, brilliant moment of intoxicated word association, I say ‘FUCK DA PO-LICE!” She suddenly stands, yelling “FUCK DA PO-LICE!’ and everyone joined in.” she looked very surprised, the other girls were too,. “A hundred, drunk, white children, collectively yelling ‘Fuck. The. Police. Butterfly was almost laughing herself as she said this “It was like a bunch of guys who had already, like, been to jail and aren’t afraid anymore, like ‘I served my sentence, you can take me if you want to!’” she did laugh a little here, and then said “but, drunk children.” “As it turned out,” she sat down again” the reason someone yelled ‘something, something, police, was because the police were there.” “So this middle-aged patrolman comes down the stars to the basement, and he looks out over a sea of drunk toddlers screaming ‘fuck the police’ in his face.” The girls all gasp a little at this, even Mercy seems interested by now, still not stopping her sewing though “And he’s almost impressed, he’s like ‘wow..’. Then he leans into his walkie talkie and says” Butterfly used her best ‘NYPD voice’ for this “‘Get the paddy-wagan’” There were a few chuckled, a few ‘oh my gods’ here and there. Butterfly continues. “And my buddy Poppy, she’s a mother now, this woman now has a baby. She grabs a forty, smashes it against a wall and yells ‘SCATTER!’” More laugher came from the girls settled in the room. Butterfly had to laugh herself, Poppy was a good kid, nothing like Butterfly. Poppy was a trouble-maker, but she was never really into crime the same way her childhood buddy was. Poppy got into trouble for fun, Butterfly did because it was just what she did. That had been the first and only time Poppy had ever drank, underage. Butterfly, by then had made it a bad habit, among other things. “And we all ran in different directions.” Her voice picks up speed as she talks, once again using hand gestures for emphasis “We all ran in different directions, it was like a hoard of cockroaches when you turn on the light and they all race away, yeah we all ran in different directions.” “I ran into the laundry room, jumped up onto the wash-machine and crawled out a window into the backyard and I start running through the backyard and there was this big chain-link fence and I was like ‘I’ve never climbed a fence this high before!’” Her voice dropped and she said flatly “and then I woke up at home.” One of the girls, a young Korean lady named Nari, street name ‘Bloom’ asked “How on earth did you get back to your house?” Bloom had an ‘American’ name that she had been given when her parents immigrated to America. But with this support system of friends she had made, she proudly bore her original name. Butterfly shrugged “No idea, I asked my brother the next morning what had happened, all he said was ‘You came back at like 4:00 am, Poppy fell asleep in a chair while you crashed in your bed.’” “I ask him ‘Where are the old men?’” “‘Well Dad #1 took Poppy home, Dad #2 asked why you were out so late last night, I told him you guys went to go hang out at the park with some friends and it got dark so you came back here. Next time you go out and get drunk, don’t expect me to cover your ass.’ I was lucky his did that time” Butterfly had to admit, her older brother may have been utterly useless in 90% of cases. But when it came to blowing smoke up her parent’s asses, Tucker was the master. He was able to sweet talk every adult in their family to this day. He was the only person able to schmoose even aunt Alexa. He’d pull that goofy smile and say something that sounded really cute and sincere and give one of those gushy bear-hugs of his, and they were putty to him. Tucker never used this talent for anything useful though, mostly for getting sweets after Dad #2 had clearly told him no more. Tucker was the #1 ass-kisser. A bunch of usual inquires followed. Till Mercy asked “Did you ever busted?” those were the first words she had spoken in an hour. Typical of the hard-ass to ask something like that. “Well,” Butterfly said “A caught up with Max a few days later and I denied ever going to his party. He recapped everything that had happened, but then he said “Worst thing is, someone stole my baby-picture from when I was still in the hospital, and my parents are kinda freaking out about it.” “I got that feeling, that only black-out drunks, and Steve Irkle could get. ‘Did I do that?’ But I told myself I wouldn’t do something like that, I wasn’t a sticky finger drunk.” Then she kinda shrugged “But I was never sure, until a two years later.” The girls all started mumbling amongst themselves “Hey! Relax” she said. “I was chilling with one of my cousins, this chick named Molly I went to school with, she was the same age as me. And we were playing video games and stuff like that, she was a lot closer to my brother than me, but he was off at college by then, so we started hanging out. After a few rounds she looks over at me and says ‘Come here, I wanna show you something.’” “She leads me into her bedroom and then into a secret crawl-space she found inside her closet one day, never a good thing. She turns on this electric lantern, and I shit you not” she paused here for a moment and said “it was wall to wall, with stolen hospital baby pictures.” “I look at her and I go ‘why…why are you like this’. She looks at me and she just says” Butterfly looked right over at Mercy and said “‘It’s one of those things that you can never truly replace’”

[shedowfile]

Another one for the people in the back!! This is the second of four!! °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° #meerkat #art #realismart #realism #running #run #hunting #huntingpose #walking #meerkatart #timon #timonandpumba #illustrationartwork #scientificillustration #scientific #ilustration #penart #fineart #finepen #micronpen #micron #penartwork #line #linework https://www.instagram.com/p/CBoRS4mgjnO/?igshid=bpjfd1llk1nm

[shedowfile]

The last one of the 4 line meerkats!! With a little speedpaint of the entire process at the end!!! °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° #meerkatart #meerkat #sit #sitting #sittingpretty #speedpaint #lineart #line #linework #ink #inkwork #inkart #penart #penartwork #micronpen #micron #sittingpose #relax #relaxpose #illustrationartwork #scientific #scientificillustration #ilustration #traditionalillustration #traditionalart #art #artaccount https://www.instagram.com/p/CB6Qhh2gxXp/?igshid=1s53uvnxe85qf

[shedowfile]

Third one of the Timons series!! Just one more to go! There's another meerkat project but that's still in experiment (i'mma try chalk) °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° #meerkatart #meerkat #timon #timonandpumba #traditionalillustration #traditionalart #penart #pen #lineart #line #linework #penartwork #realismart #realism #realismo #scientific #illustrationartwork #scientificillustration #meerkats https://www.instagram.com/p/CBynOz5AX13/?igshid=3djjkd620839

[kathycrabbeart]

Be Present: Leo Moon Vibes Dec. 24-26. . Meerkat Magick Oracle Card Meaning: Be attentive to you inner voice and needs. What is your body trying to tell you? Reversed: You are trying to do it all. . Excerpted from the Elfin Ally Oracle Deck. . Leo Moon Vibes Dec. 24-26. . Mama Moon enters the oh-so-proud, Jungle Queen sign of Leo on Dec. 24 at 8:58 am pacific time until Dec. 26. . If you’re a Moon Watcher, look for her in the dusk sky during this Disseminating, Flower Moon-Time as she rises just as Father Sun sets. . This Moon-Time is going to be a very pleasant one for social gatherings (whew!) Avoid drama by being PRESENT, and even a touch sentimental, but not to the point of over-indulgence! . On a spiritual note expect a karmic surprise that you will indeed ‘step-up-to-the-plate’ for and take a swing reaching far, far up into the stars. . Hand signed prints of Meerkat Magick are available. The original painting is SOLD OUT. More info @kathycrabbeart (link in bio). . . . . . . . #elfinallyoracledeck #meerkatart #meerkat #mooninLeo #Leomoon #moonmedicine #cosmicmooncycles #moonvibes #dailymoonvibes #mooninsights #astroinsights #moonastrology #astrology #astrologyvibes #kathycrabbe #oracledeck #oraclereadings #tarot #astrologersofinstagram #astrologyblogger #astrologyposts #astrovibes #dailyastrology #divinefeminine #astrologyreadings #witchy #moonritual #moongathering #moonreading #dailyhoroscope https://www.instagram.com/p/Brx3FBMHh3D/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1okfca2orov16

[meerkatheart-blog]

I bought some nice quality color pencils and decided to test them out. So here's a late night doodle of one of my characters Fidel. He's a piece of trash.