#just a wip

[sketchy--akechi]

making very slow progress buuuut im working on some shuake again hehe

[tondroom]

christine : the view is beautiful

erik : [looking at christine] yeah it is

[certifiedrude]

this one belongs here 🫶

[evil-swedenish]

Depression coma #1 makes me insane btw

[dailyreko]

DAY 86: for a future project

[mistahgrundy]

scrungly

[nogu-d-reamers]

WIP# 1 POPPYPLAYTOWN.

I decided to get serious with the bios and randomly DD appeared first for its design :D

[devoidaffectu]

I don’t like coloring (oT-T)尸 still not finished just a wip still but wanted to post a bit of what I’ve been working on

(They are on a date you guys ｡◕‿◕｡)

[keikotwins]

It seems no one was working on it (thank you so much for all the responses, guys!) so I grabbed Mokumokuren's interview and started translating it.

She's just like us fr.

[socialc1imb]

Love this mf

[dakotafoxart]

Ranboo tarot card !! 👏

[happi-dreams]

Ive been infected very sadly

[noodle-artist]

✨💙ITS DIMITRIS BIRTHDAY 💙✨

I didn’t have time to finish his actual birthday piece so instead here’s our king 👑 sleeping soundly 🥹

[froyofoxes]

Chell being sillyyy

just a wip. There's more l8tr. I should really study...

[justaspecter]

Nap time

It's just a little scenario I couldn't stop thinking about from one of the hc I came up with Marco the Phoenix. Hope you all like this one.

A yawn broke through his tightly closed lips as he continued searching for a certain individual. Marco strode towards the kitchen for the second time this afternoon. 

"Thatch are you sure you haven't seen y/n anywhere around here?"

The fourth commander only stared at him before crouching and calling your name while opening the cupboards. 

Thatch's action only fueled his irritation, waving his hand exasperatedly, he exited the galley with a huff. Marco already checked every possible whereabout you could be hiding. But just like before when you didn't want to be found you had this proficiency of hiding your existence as if you just stopped existing. 

He yawned again, contemplating sleeping somewhere else instead of hunting you down. It's not like he couldn't sleep when he wasn't close to you. But he liked annoying you and having you closer now that the both of them had established their trust for each other. Besides, it was an accomplishment for him to make you yield to his unusual sleep cycle. 

"Haven't found your other personal nest yet?" 

He clicked his tongue ignoring the teasing question coming from the towering man as their captain. 

"Please don't phrase it like that yoi," he grumbled. Marco wasn't looking forward to some of his brothers having a bullet to use afterward. "I'm just annoying them." His answer earned a scoff from his captain. 

"Think outside the box, son. Your little nest must be hanging somewhere," his captain said. 

With his patience running thin he left the main deck and just aimlessly walked around. It was clear the only one who knew where you were was Pops and his captain had already given him the answer. 

He checked all the crow's nests before…

Oh, no way. 

Marco heard Pops' laughter when he saw him running towards the bow of the moby, he peered from the side where the anchor was located. There he saw the person he was looking for the whole afternoon, perched on another dangerous part of the ship, legs swinging in the air. 

"Y/n! Nap time!"

You looked up, dismay was obvious in your features, already knew what he was screaming about. "Sleep somewhere else I'm busy." Although you were glaring at him signs of embarrassment were evident from the red dusting on your cheeks. 

"Don't make me grab you from there, little mouse."

He smiled when you eventually climbed up, tucking your journal under your arm.

"You'll run out of hiding places soon yoi." 

"It's because I have an annoying boyfriend that sleeps at the most inconvenient time. And do you really have to yell nap time every damn time?"

He snorted at your fits of complaints. He really liked annoying you since you were always distracted by berating him. It's all an act though, your response whenever you were embarrassed. And he would never get tired of making you blush every time.  

Marco leaned kissing the side of your head as he weaved his fingers filling the gaps between your hand. You immediately stopped in the middle of your rambling, silently following him now. 

"Damn you, Marco," you grumbled. 

"I love you too, y/n."

He chuckled when he caught a glimpse of the blush on your cheeks intensified. It only made this little hunt a little more fun and worthwhile. 

[grey-writes-stuff]

Viper (W.I.P)

Fandom: CoD MW

Characters: Phillip Graves (Canon) - Max Raines (OC) - Hutch Wright (OC) - Monica Garcia-Wilson (OC)

TL;DR: Viper realises maybe Shadow Company isn't the best people to be with.

Everything went wrong, so quickly.

Hutch didn’t expect today to go the way he did. He was thinking ’hey we’ll drop Alejandro, Soap and Ghost off at that base of theirs, and go home! No biggie!’

But no. Graves just had to go and turn on the trio, to a few Shadows’ horror.

The one he noticed take it worse than him, was a young woman, a medic who had been recruited a few years back, and worked with both the Shadows and the 141. She made some excuse to check on some injured soldiers, but Hutch knew.

“Be careful out there, Monica.” Hutch whispered hastly.

Monica nodded, before sprinting off. Hutch prayed to whatever higher being that she makes it out.

The Company were ordered to find Soap and Ghost, since Alejandro had been apprehended.

“Is this even right…?” Hutch muttered to his partner. “We were just working with them a moment ago.”

“Plans change, Viper. I suggest you keep your mouth shut and do as Graves tells ya.” His partner replied.

Hutch bit the inside of his cheek with worry. Everything seemed off. It’s like Graves and a few of his closest men had been planning this, while others like him and Monica were kept in the dark, and others following blindly.

They soon came across another group of Shadows, and amongst them, was Graves.

He was standing in front of a small row of civilians.

“Now. Where are they?!” Graves barked.

The civilians looked confused.

“Well?!”

They still didn’t speak. Hutch didn’t know if it was reluctance, or if they just didn’t know or understand a word that came out of Graves’ mouth.

“Maybe some incentive will jog them, Boss!” A Shadow piped up with a harsh grin.

“It might as well.” Graves responded. He gestured to the Shadow, who shot one of the civilians, the others letting out a sharp cry of fear and grief.

“Christ…” Hutch whispered, backing away.

Graves noticed this.

“You. Here. Now.” He spoke the words slowly.

Hutch looked around awkwardly before walking forward. “Sir?”

“Shoot the rest. They won’t speak.”

“I…What?” Hutch stammered.

“Did I stutter, son? Shoot them.” Graves repeated.

Hutch looked back at the civilians, then back at Graves a few times.

“Sir, I…I can’t…” Hutch looked at him pleadingly.

“Civilians die all the time. How is this any different?” Graves asked.

“I…” Hutch lowered his head. “I just…can’t…”

Graves scoffed and shoved Hutch back into the group, taking the gun out to finish the job. “Coward.”

That stirred something up in Hutch. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it felt like…hate?

“Hypocrite.” Hutch growled, the words coming out before he could stop them.

Graves paused and turned back to Hutch. “Got something to say?”

Hutch took a breath. He may as well go all in.

“Hyprocite! You’re a murderer! A coward!”

“Oh, am I? Are you any different?” Graves walked forwards until he was just inches from Hutch. Sure, Hutch was tall, but Graves was still intimidating.

“I’m no murderer. No…monster! I will not kill civilians just because your pets ran from your lies!” Hutch raised his voice, which warranted the butt of Graves’ gun hitting him square in the stomach, causing him to fall to his knees, coughing.

“Cuff him.” Graves ordered “We’ll deal with him after we find Soap and Ghost.”

Graves watched as his men cuffed Hutch.

He knelt down before him, placing his guns barrel against Hutch’s chin.

“You know… You really could have been great.”

Hutch didn’t meet Graves’ gaze. He had so many things he wanted to say, but his courage was dwindling rapidly.

Graves scoffed and got back up. “Move him to a secure location. I’ll be having a chat with our little…renegade, later.” He chuckled darkly.

Hutch was heaved to his feet and dragged off.

He was held down in the cellar for hours. The men who had dragged him off had decided they’re too bored to wait for Graves, and interrogated him then and there.

“You working for the 141 then, Hutchy?” One of the men smirked as he knelt down and forced Hutch to look up slightly.

Hutch growled and moved his head away sharply. “Go fuck yourself, Raines. Always thinking you’re Graves.”

Raines just gave a dramatic disappointed sigh. “Yeah, maybe I do act like him.” He stood up, and then kicked Hutch in the gut, causing the man to cough and wheeze. “But I sure made a damn good show of it.”

Hutch took a breath and glared up at them. But he felt tired, so he didn’t bother causing any more fuss. He just hoped that Raines and the others would just leave him there.

“Give up already?” Raines scoffed. “Graves will break you in an instant. Mark my words.”

Then, Raines had a sinister sneer on his face. “Imagine how your son will feel. His father turning into a traitor, and getting killed.”

Hutch let out an angry yell and broke free from the Shadow that held him and lunged at Raines, punching him where he could. “Don’t you dare talk about my son, you snake!”