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I learned to draw him now I put him in angsty situations 🫶

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Look what I printed today that came out very nicely!!:)

This art was originally the cover art I did for the Sunshine Soap Zine.

I'm gonna get these uploaded in my Etsy shop this week, and donate the funds to charity.🧡 Probably Care for Gaza because that's one of the charities the Zine was originally going to be donating to. I just got back home last night tho, and realized I have a lot of chores, errands and commissions to work on this week so give me a couple days to catch up on everything, and then I will get these up in my shop. 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

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Try to post something here!!<3

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Wanted to draw Soap again 😇

[nsfw version]

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i hope john fucking soap mactavish knows that two ungodly torturous hours of face study so i could mold his annoying face to fit my artstyle went into this stupid sketch of him in a collar

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One year

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Drabble Set #1

tags: omegaverse

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His teeth hurt. And his bones ached. An ache that went to the very marrow. It threatened to penetrate his very being- just like how he wanted to sink his fangs deep into-

Lavender. Heather. Sea salt. Ylang-ylang. Wild honey.

Rot.

The foul acrid stench was enough to snap him out of the hazy thoughts entrapping him. Teeth clenching down upon the rubber-like plastic of the biteguard in his mouth. He felt his fingers reflexively twitch inwards and the answering small jerk of the body lying against him.

She was curled up into his side like a kit to its mother's belly, seeking safety. Comfort. Yet rather than see the slow deep breathes of peaceful sleep, König could see she still had the quick shallow breathes of earlier; cheeks flushed with fever.

A low growl escaped his throat. Anger threatened to boil his blood, rising up to meet the muttered curse leaving his lips.

"Verdammt."

Days in the care of Kortac's medical team and they still hadn't managed to break the goddamned fever. Why had he brought her here if they couldn't help her in the first place? They were only prolonging the omega's suffering and with every passing hour König could the need- nein, urge to pierce her neck grow ever stronger.

She was in heat no? A problem easily remedied by an alpha's company. An alpha's bite. The bond.

He gripped at his head with a hand. Nein nein. Not an easy problem and not an easy fix. He had done the right thing. He knew it deep down but instinct was making it difficult. She was making it difficult.

The omega.

Sparrow.

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tags: omegaverse | angst

AU & Context: Sparrow is in the London tunnels with Price and Soap when the attack occurrs. Soap lives & Sparrow instead takes the wound. A bullet to the chest. | Musings/HC --> Drabble

Aksel getting the news while Konig and others are in the middle of an operation of their own, and he realizes he can't tell the Austrian the news right away. That the mission has to come first. That he will understand (he does, oh how he does, but god he wishes he didn't) - and it's Declan who is given the news first as he was leader of the mission. The man needs to be aware of what may happen upon arrival to base and such- but it makes so much sense as to why his operative was acting a little strange after a certain point.

But upon landing the Austrian can feel something is amiss. Something is wrong. Aksel commonly does not greet them upon the helipad, yet there he stands. Arms crossed behind his back, standing straight. Declan puts a hand on the giant's shoulder, steely gaze full of warning... and sympathy

Tor clears the others from the area, asking for a minute to speak to Konig, apologizing ahead of time as he knows that the other only just returned from a mission; but that he is needed urgently in London.

London? Was that not where his liebling was deployed to? Back to join her old pack? And that wretched sensation tugging at his heart the latter end of the mission- did it have something to do with that? Did something happen?

He straightens out to his full height at the thought, icy blue eyes boring into Tor's.

"What happened?"

Aksel is used to the Austrian's imposing figure, the meancing bloodrage he can radiate but this is different- nevertheless he does not waver. But his gaze does soften. Sadden.

"There was a... complication. I have not obtained full details of what occurred but- Sergeant Medic Sparrow has been gravely injured."

Gravely injured. The words echo in his head, the world fading out as his mind hones in on the implications of Aksel's words. On their gravity.

Sparrow. Robin. Liebling.

For the first time, Konig feels himself waver for a moment. An unfamiliar feeling has his heart in its hands. One he has not known in a long, long time:

Fear.

The rest he does not remember. Not clearly. There was an explosion of emotion, their cages opened by fear's machinations. Rage. Frustration. Desperation. There was shouting, a lover's wrath. A king's declaration for war. A brute's need for blood. It all became a cacophony of voices, hands upon his body- were they holding him back? Consoling him? He could not recall. But then there was the stench of gasoline. The whirling of blades. The bite of restraints against clothed muscle and bone.

`How could he let her go? How could he let her go back to those dogs? They were the ones responsible for her decay in health last time- allowing her to push her body beyond its natural limits for the sake of their loyalties- It was infuriating. Maddening. He should have done more to convince her to stay. Should have made her stay, as her Alpha-

His hands gripped his head, blunt nails digging into the old worn cloth of his hood.

'I could not do that.' The thought brought with it clarity admist the ringing in his head, the whirlwind of emotions.

He could not clip his Sparrow's wings. And she would not let him. Stubborn little thing would have spread her wings and taken flight with the help of Tor. Freed from the jesses that tied her to Konig. Jesses any other Alpha would have imposed on their Omega alongside clipped feathers; things he never felt were needed because he knew his beloved bird would always return to him. For she had made her nest within him. Her home. His heart.

Nights spent sitting outside on the balcony, him leaning against its railings while she was perched upon them. Never fearing the fall beneath and instead looking to the stars.

"I want ta take ye to m'homeland one day." She said one night, eyes crinkled from where beaming cheeks made them crease.

König said nothing, instead responding with a curious 'Hm?'

"I think you'd like it. A sea of grass as far as ta eyes can see. Wild an' free. Ye could just run forever and it'd never end." She sighed, leaning to the side to rest against his shoulder and arm. "All wi' the smell o' the ocean in your lungs. The cold air blowin' through your hair."

She paused, letting out a soft sigh.

"Nothing like it."

A soft rumbling came from deep within his chest, the noise comforting the Omega who nuzzled the side of her cheek against the top of his shoulder.

"You sound homesick, Spatz."

He could see emerald eyes looking up at him, faint longing in them.

"You could say tha'" She mused, looking away to turn back to the stars. "But can ye really be missin' home while bein' with 'em? Sounds gas."

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just for fun, i thought i'd redraw an old soapbox comic to see how much i've improved! you can read the original from 2 years ago here.

early access + nsfw on patreon soapbox masterpost (scroll to bottom)

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johnny! guys look he's fine and his fuck ass haircut grew out a bit

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huge, intimidating men who relax their posture and soften their voice whenever they speak to you 😔

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King is back👑

Tip jar

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perfect to nibble with

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OP is a chinese cosplayer and professional volleyball player and too tall to fit in the cab on his way to comic con（cr 如你所见老子是奇行）

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I love it when men

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fanfics are one of the best things that humanity has come up with. i fucking love reading stories about my favorite characters from people who have the same brainrot as me

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