tobonix

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Sardine Sunday 🐠

A few more quick fish sketches, this time of sardines, and the pumpkin seed fish, which was requested on my insta !

Fishing Season !🎣

some quick salmon sketches !!

did you know that salmon change colours during mating season to attract their partners ! they live most of their lives as their beautiful blue/silver colour, and yet spawn and die after about two weeks ! wowza !

My 2026 Fine Art grad cap design !

Although the making of the physical hat was a bit rushed due to life stuff, the meaning behind the design was not.

Undertale was first introduced to me in elementary school, and was my first introduction to art, the online gaming community, and the queer community.

I’ve changed so much since being the 12 year old who would stay up late watching their favourite youtubers play the game, and yet at 21, I’m still just as excited to wear this across the stage, and play Deltarune Chapter 6 when it’s out later this month !

Meet the Artist 💫

my 2026 meet the artist:) my friends convinced me to make one of these and im so happy i did !

Live Through Art

Queer Liberation 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

one of a few collages i’ve made (somewhat) recently. excited to show the rest and make some more !

Mermay 2026!!

I made this lovely gal for an upcoming art collab on instagram, and am so incredibly proud of how she turned out !

mermay wip 🪼

‘I Paint Myself Green’

Bungo Stray Dogs, Soukoku | One Shot, 3,278 Words | Hurt / Comfort

He could feel his chances of knocking growing slimmer by the second, the unshakeable weight of lethargy keeping his arm firmly locked at his side. What a coward he was, unable to simply bring his knuckles to the door. A flurry of thoughts had long since begun erupting within his mind. This weakness that he carried inside, which prohibited him from accomplishing what should be menial, easy tasks for any other person; getting out of bed in the morning, dressing himself, walking to work, knocking on the door of an old 'friend'. It made him doubt his usefulness to those who relied so heavily upon him. It was almost as if the sheer volume of his spiralling thoughts alone became enough to draw Chuuya from the depths of his apartment, prompting him to crack open the front door in an attempt to see what could possibly be causing such a disturbance. The dim porchlight spilled into his dark entryway, highlighting his partner’s features in ways he could only describe as breathtaking.