Human Perfect Cell and Red Ribbon Army lore but it’s covered with thirst traps because I just learned a new way on how to draw muscled bodies. I just love the manhwa art style wahhhh!
Yes im still alive. I’m trying to draw as much as I can in all the midst of irl work busyness because I just simply love to draw! This year is pretty slow but it’s still better than nothing! :D
Edit: a funi I made on Insta story
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Day 3 of @augusnippets
Prompt: Thunderstorm
WC: 421
Sometimes the great, endless eye in the sky was blocked by storm clouds. It never seemed to be happy when that happened, because Sparrow didn’t remember storms being this cruel before the Doodler.
He sat in his parents car, in the passenger seat, and tried to look out the window. The torrential downpour made it impossible to see, even if it weren’t night, just sheets and sheets of oppressive rain water, that the windshield wipers had no ability to keep up with. At least they had pulled over before they crashed.
In the driver's seat, Lark sat, and looked irritated as he cleaned off his dagger again.
“You've been wiping that off for like, five minutes,” Sparrow said.
“You have something better I could be doing?” Lark asked.
“No.”
Their phones didn’t work all the way out here in the California wilderness, Sparrow had been trying for ages. It didn’t really matter that much anyways, his phone was almost dead.
“I knew this was a bad idea—“
“Oh my god, we already talked about this,” Lark interrupted. “You were the one who wanted to come with.”
Lark had turned the car off to conserve the gas, and it was starting to get cold. Sparrow rubbed at his arms, trying to warm himself up. He was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts; the weather had been in the high seventies before the storm settled in.
“No, I said I didn’t want you to go on your own.”
Their parents didn’t know they spent most nights out of the house like this, hunting down the minions of the Doodler, and Sparrow was pretty sure the only reason Lark made it back half the time was because Sparrow held him accountable for his own safety. Can’t let yourself die at the hands of the monster you helped unleashed if your twin brother is sitting there, battering you for not being careful.
Sparrow hoped his presence did something to keep Lark from being dangerous and stupid.
A strike of lightning came across dimly through the rain, and was accompanied by a loud crack of thunder that made Sparrow jolt.
Lark sighed, put the knife down on the dashboard. Then he held his hand out for Sparrow to take.
“I’m fine,” Sparrow said.
“You always hate storms. It’ll be over soon, just take the hand.”
Lark’s hand was as cold as Sparrow’s, but it was firm, and kept Sparrow grounded to the moment.
Sparrow let out a tired sigh, and hoped the rain would end soon.
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