#itty bitty sketchbook

[cursed-anduknowit]

More scribbles from my itty bitty sketchbook feat. The flame hashira - 🔥Kyojuro Rengoku🔥

[iraprince]

drew up a lil icon just to use as my contibutor portrait in a zine! i don't think it's gonna dethrone the cat icon but i thought about it for a second

[lenle-g]

from a WIP by @janetm74 for Black Widow

Lucy bit her lip as she looked down on the sleeping form of John tightly wrapped around Scott.  It was a rare role reversal for the two boys, and one she cherished as such. Normally Scott would be the one doing the comforting, but those men had badly scared her five-year-old, and three-year-old John had immediately curled around Scott once she'd settled him on her bed.

[rinniedoesart]

gonna just keep chucking the tiny men from my sketchbook at yall

[gelatinous-globster]

a collection of teeny tiny Dibs doodles

[ghosttotheparty]

[stupidbullshitcringedrawings]

I love drawing sm you can really just use your hands to make anything

[penumbralwoods]

🙊🙌

latest silly doodle with no context:

doodle with nondominant hand:

ask game here

[art3mus]

20 second duck sketch 6/8/2024

[darewolfcreates]

ID cards for my agents :]

[ramblingsofafanatic]

[zpxck]

! Vampire be upon ye.

[rozugold]

YOU MADE AN AU OF WHAT? /POS

Ye I made a canon divergent au where Papyrus dies and Sans is left alone, grieving and wasn’t planning on going on for much longer BUT because he made the promise to Toriel to protect Frisk, he stays and accompanies them throughout their whole journey (and they become a found family In the end 😌)

[cursed-anduknowit]

✨ Started a new sketchbook!! ✨

[crosseyedcricketart]

two itty bitty studies for my bigger project. if you’d like to read a little more about them, I have it on my patreon in a free post. also I misspelled lake kutubu on my sketchbook im sorry.

[mncxbe]

Life love is beautiful but you don't have a clue

𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff/ if you squint there's some itty bitty angst

The little piece of charcoal in your hand glided along the paper with a soft scratchy sound leaving dark, cloudy lines in its wake. With each stroke the portray of the man beside you came to life.

Akutagawa was still asleep, one of the few times when he was completely at peace; the thin line between his brows melted away along with the slight downward tug of his lips and the tension in his jaw- signs of his perpetual annoyance and displeasure. You couldn't deny the charm of his moody personality, but you liked him better like this.

Your gaze drifted to the bedroom window, eyes musing on the cotton pink colours of the sunrise. You could already hear Akutagawa complain about the weather "Can't I just get a break from all this sun. It's July for fuck's sake it's supposed to be raining." Indeed, he was like a little vampire, hiding away from the sun as if it were a plague; he always said he got sunburnt easily but you knew it wasn't the only reason.

Just as you started drawing again your boyfriend's eyes fluttered open. "What ya doing there?" he mumbled sleepily, his voice carrying that morning hoarseness you so adored.

Sheepishly, you showed him the sketchbook only to earn a displeased groan from him "Didn't I tell you to stop drawing me when I sleep? It's... embarassing. Not to mention the mess you make in bed. You're staining all the sheets"

"But you look so pretty like this baby" you cooed, earning a huff from him. His eyes shot daggers as he grabbed your sketchbook and placed it on his nightstand.

"Aye Ryuu don't be like this" you whined but he paid no mind to your pleas, simply dropping his head on the pillows again.

"I'm tired, Y/N, and really not in the mood to have this talk again"

His eyes were closed so luckily he couldn't see you exasperated eye roll. Sliding your bare legs from underneath you you leaned towards him, cupping his face with your charcoal stained hands. Akutagawa's eyes immediately shot open but before he had the chance to protest you pulled him into a kiss, succesfully shutting him up. Why did he always have to be so complicated?

He eventually returned the kiss, letting out a soft moan when you hooked your thigh around his waist, shifting closer to him. His fingers slid up your thigh, making their way to your ass to give it a light squeeze.

He nipped at your bottom lip before parting his lips from yours, looking down at you with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes "You really think a kiss is going to make things better?"

Chuckling, you booped his nose "Of course, there's nothing a little loving can't fix"

Akutagawa didn't respond, simply turning away from you. It wasn't rare for him to shut you out like this; to give you the cold shoulder whenever you tried to show him the tiniest bit of affection. But despite being used to it, it still hurt. You slid your fingertips along his shoulderblade, whispering softly "Why do you have to be so cold, Ryuu?"

Akutagawa tensed under your touch, his breath catching in his throat. He could already picture the stupid lines you were tracing on his back, using his skin as your personal canvas. Frankly, your habit of drawing him was irritating him beyond belief. Your sketches showed him in the most mundane and vulnerable states: sleeping, reading on the couch with a cup of his favourite herbal tea by his side, lounging under a willow tree in the park the two of you liked to visit before sunset and the thought of it made his stomach churn. This is not the Akutagawa he wanted to be perceived and rememberd as; not a ruthless, powerful assassin but a lovesick young man.

But how could he be stay mad at you when you held him so lovingly in your arms, whispering sweet nonsense against his skin as your lips slid over his neck and shoulder, buying his forgiveness with saccharine affections? Your words spilled from your lips and poured right into his heart, making the mighty wall he built around it crumble.

No, he couldn't stay mad at you. Sighing, he turned to face you, resting his hand on your hip. You couldn't help but chuckle upon seeing his features: cheeks smeared with graphite, a singular dot on his nose. If you looked close enough you could see the ridges of your fingertips on the imprint.

Akutagawa arched a brow, his thumb drawing soft circles on your hipbone "And what's so funny?"

"You look like a panda" you cooed, your laughter bouncing off the walls of your bedroom "I wish you could see how pretty you are?"

"Don't call me pretty" he huffed, trying to hide the blush that tinted his cheeks. But you knew the effect your words had on him.

Cradling his face in your hands again you leaned in, smothering his face with kissed "You, Akutagawa Ryūnosuke, are the prettiest guy I've ever dated, the sweetest and kindest man and I love you even when you're grumpy"

The man couldn't help but cringe out your words, letting out a choked laughter. He mumbled a you're killing me under his breath but made no attempt to stop you. If anything, he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch.

When you eventually let go of his face he opened his eyes, grabbing the sketchbook and hanging it to you "It's very well done love. But I think you could add some colour to it"

"Would you like that?" you asked sweetly, already reaching for your charcoal kit.

"Yes, I think I'd like that."