boo, here comes this guy with another post.
compiled art of deadsea (lew and maruu duo) for the past week or so :3
(song: The Water is Fine - Chloe Ament)
cyberpunk style au
unspecified au (mostly just wanted to jolt down designs)
that's all for now, but i've got some more cooking up in my head, so stay tuned !!
and prepare.
(for those curious [mostly irls wondering who the fuckers i can't shut up about are] deadsea is @driflew / @liloinkoink and @xmaruu11 :3
78 notes
·
View notes
Hit with the urge to draw a character in a jumpsuit and made him a VotV guy
66 notes
·
View notes
. . . ( DREAM DAY AND NIGHT ) — ," send a diver + prompt, i'll write a small blurn and make a small Spotify playlist ( ex: painting for the first time with mv1 or knitting with ms47 ).
street racing at 1 in the morning with Lewis
╭————————————————— ┊ PAIRING . . . lewis hamilton x girlfriend! street racer! reader ) ┊ GENRE . . . fluff / thrill ) ┊ PLAYLIST . . . link ) ╰— NOTES . . . i loved writing this )
"Keys." He reminded you, prompting you to fold your arms and shake you're head. Lewis slumped his shoulder looking at you with raised eyebrows. You only smiled. "You're not driving." "I'm driving."
You were in fact, not driving. Gasps and yelps left your held the panic, bracing yourself in the seat. "Lewis!" "Can't hear you." He laughed as he continued drifting 'round the corners and pushing the car at high speeds.
His giggles filled your ears as you and him drove through the city, leading the pack of other cars as you arrived at your spot. Racing a car was one thing, sitting in the passenger seat was another. "I want out!" "Nooo, babe." Lewis pouted as him and the pack came to a stop at the rendezvous point. He tried to guilt trip you with baby doll eyes.
"But you're my lucky charm." Lewis tried to convince you, huffing with a chuckle ad smile, gently brushing some hair from your eyes. "I don't wanna die." You joked, opening the door and stepping out. Among your close group of friends, someone was generous enough to to sit out and toss you their car keys.
"Wait, darling." You looked back at Lewis who had his head and arm peaking out of his window. He simply held his palm out, making grabby hands. You didn't need to ask what that meant. Pulling your hair from the ponytail, you put the hairband in his palm which Lewis quickly wore as a bracelet. a little ritual he always did before racing when you weren't in the car with him.
He did need a piece of his lucky charm after all.
With a rev of the engine, you and Lewis aligned at the starting line. You looked at the computer in the passenger seat, 12:59 the clock read. Flicking on the radio, you brushed your hair behind your back.
The assigned timekeeper, with his hand up kept his eyes aligned on his watch.
tick! the watch's hand read 1:00 and as quickly as you and Lewis revved your engines, burning out your tyres. Smoke filled the air before signal was given and both cars accelerated to fight for the lead of makeshift city circuit.
175 notes
·
View notes
Musisz włożyć głowę w paszczę lwa, jeśli przedstawienie ma być sukcesem
58 notes
·
View notes
my first lewis nixon drawing!
requested by my lovely friend @eugeneroehoe ! ❤️
i left this drawing uncropped cause i feel like it might make a fun desktop wallpaper!
59 notes
·
View notes
totally completely normal about this so normal most normal i’ve ever felt
113 notes
·
View notes
Lew? Wake up.
That's fantastic, Lew, good for you.
Lew?
My friend, Lew, died in 1995.
376 notes
·
View notes