#supposed to be a sketch and like idk

[feyswilde]

hey there

[roseshark]

Vow 🪝

[wolfythewitch]

Jon sketch

[pitchblackespresso]

So I had a vision

[xxplastic-cubexx]

One Question

[nekrosmos]

Nekros, Nekros please! I would give my left lung for art of omega Price curled up on big ol' alpha Nik's chest, purring like the world doesn't exist. Could you imagine how happy Nik would be? A safe and happy John is catnip to him. 🥺

This was supposed to be a quick sketch, oops

Relaxed Omega Price nuzzling against Alpha Nikolai, purring and taking in his scent and warmth anyone ?

[seasicksilver]

testing out some brushes by doodling some television

[fuupan]

staring contest between luffy vs nyan-chan who's winning

[meruz]

thought abt these kids for like 2 seconds and started impulsively drawing a scene from map of the mind... as one does. i think technically eli should be wearing his red flightsuit but whatever i like his green outfit it has great contrast lol

[leaveslikefeathers]

FINALLY settled on how I want to visualize incorporeal Yellow, and sketched up John as well while I was at it:)

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Doodle that evolved into "ready for Krillin's wedding" maybe 🤔

[perchanibly]

Thought this scene was very funny so I made a little sketch of it! Can you tell I got lazy at the end? 😞

fic by @thewitchwholivedao3, go check it out, it’s really really good!

(Quality is nerfed on tumblr so click for it to be better)

[a-neru-neru]

corvus thoughts. and im still on this fic series. apologies for so much stuff at once

[lin-sterling]

He wakes up, struggling to breathe, taste of ashes and blood on his tongue. Cool air from a crack in the window does not soothe the heat of inferno still searing his skin, the quiet of night does not drown out the roaring of flames and singing of steel. He wakes up, heart nearly breaking his aching ribcage, tears staining his face with white trails. Faint sound of talking from somewhere below does not make him feel less alone, the serene chirping of birds outside can do little to silence the bellows of nightmare. He wakes up, tangled in sweaty wet sheets, calling out loud for the dead, hands painfully gripping the hilt of the sword he held in his dream. He wakes up. He wakes up. He wakes up, he wakes up, hewakesuphewakesuphewakesup, he wakes… Fingers, long and gentle and cool, brush away hairs stuck to his temple, quiet voice still raspy from sleep sends cracks through the nightmare like beam of the sun through the shutters. He isn't alone anymore, and the blazing perdition of Skalitz relents. He stays in his reverie at the edge of the bed, faintly aware of motion behind him. A sigh, and soft lips ghost over the scar on the blade of his shoulder. "I am right here. I've got you." ..He sleeps.

[oh-no-its-bird]

Started doing smthn, got bored like 2/10ths of the way in, decided to maybe not do it. Take what I did manage to do before getting bored as an apology

[treely-ruly]

Watering on a hot night