#lone's sketch dump

[lone-lobo]

2nd time i drew them-

[mxwhore]

dont talk to me or my framed sketch of MK Blackwood ever again

[birds-of-a-fallout]

Assorted Jay Doodles

[daniwolf9005]

After seeing my old refs of Bans and whatnot I think I should share some updated concepts (I made these a few weeks ago)! I drew Bass because they’re still so lovely in my opinion! I kinda really wanna digitalize it into a sticker or something because they give great serotonin 💖 for the second sketch I wanted to play off the idea that since Bans is the opposite of Sans that instead of smiling all the time and hiding when things are bad, he frowns all the time and wears his emotions on his sleeve- really upping his anti-Sans narrative (thus why Sans doesn’t appreciate him because he’s everything he would rather not be). As for the third I was mainly making a concept of like- you know how when Sans is really upset his sockets go black? I wanted it to be the opposite for Bans- where the black in his eyes become more obsolete, in turn making the ‘X’s dashed in his eyes- kinda making his eyes closer to Sans’ (in the pure white pupil form) thus the reason he’s able to smile but it looks deranged because he’s not used to smiling and he’s under a lot of distress. The original concept was gonna be because I thought Sans frowned when he had black eyes but that was in fact a Mandela effect ahah- anyways yep! Just essentially making Bans the antithesis of Sans to make the ‘being Sans’ negative side’ a more prominent piece of who he is!

[sodamnradd]

“I’m asking Theodore Nott to the Ball,” said Hermione, dumping her books on the desk. Ginny raised a brow.

“Do you even know who that is?”

“Oh, shush." Hermione took out an emerald green cover from the pile. “I found his sketchbook. The one that's always on his desk."

“Must be some wicked sketches if they've breached your Quidditch-player fever.” Ginny snatched it.

“I suffer from no such ailment,” she scoffed, but her smile gave her away. More seriously, she said, “I’m lonely, Gin.”

All jokes aside, Ginny felt it, too. “But what's so special about Theo Nott?” She didn’t get it. Hermione could have literally anybody.

“Look at the drawings.” Hermione grinned.

“You snooped?” Ginny tutted. “Naughty, Miss Granger.”

She flipped the cover, licking her fingertip to turn the thick pages with an exaggerated flair. “Shut up,” she cried a few pages in. “Shut up!”

“I know,” said Hermione. “There’s maybe a dozen of them in there.”

“And this doesn’t seem creepy to you?”

Hermione shrugged. “They’re harmless. Look, they’re all from a distance. See that one in the classroom? I think it’s from Transfiguration. My hair was braided like that one morning. They’re rather beautiful.”

Ginny sang out, “He liiikes you.”

She handed the sketchbook back, and Hermione began casting spells over it.

“What are you doing?”

“Locking it up.”

“Not only did you snoop, but you also broke his privacy charms?” Ginny’s grin widened.

"I'm Head Girl," she reasoned. "Simply monitoring."

Ginny kicked Hermione under the table, giving her the hurry-up-and-get-on-with-it eyes. Theo Nott had just entered the library with Malfoy, who seemed to have come from Quidditch practice.

Hermione finished casting her spells, then tousled her hair, pretending to study.

As the Slytherins passed by their table, Hermione called out innocently, “Theodore?”

Theo turned at the sound of his name, appearing confused, or maybe distrustful, when he realised it was Hermione. Odd for a bloke supposedly obsessed with her.

“I found your sketchbook,” she said, holding it up.

Malfoy stepped forward, hand outstretched. “That’s mine, actually.”

(340 words, prompt: that's mine actually, cross-posted from twitter, now illustrated by DamnOverdrive)

[darqx]

Hey!! sorry if my grammar is bad, I don't speak English well..

I want to say that I sincerely like your art! You are a wonderful artist and I admire your artistic style. and I love each of your universes! I love the way you work with character designs and how you create their personalities!! it motivates me to keep working on my own characters (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠)/

sorry for the sudden request, but.. Could you please, if you have the time for that, do a sketch with Zeke Fletcher? no matter what au! he is my favorite character and I sometimes feel sad that I rarely see him on the Internet ☞☜⁠ 

Bye!! have a nice day! ╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯

Ann is that you lol. Also thank you very much! (●´∀｀●) I doodled him but then he looked kinda lonely standing by himself so I dumped his friends in as well XD

[petite-madame]

Twitter Artworks 2023

I don’t post everything on Tumblr, I tend to post more sketches/artworks on Twitter. Here is the list so far if you are interested (I’ll update it if I post something new ❤)

John Watson as a soldier (1895)

Study : Portrait of Dr Strange

John Watson’s Room

The Making-of John Watson’s Room

Johnlock - Record sleeve for There is a light that never goes out by The Smiths

Pew! Pew! - Bucky sporting a cool cat T-shirt

Greg Lestrade - Bonus art for the series Life is very long when you are lonely

Holmes and Watson tote bags

Art Dump - John wearing Sherlock’s coat and Sherlock sporting a T-shirt

1895 - Victorian Johnlock

Steve/Bucky bookmark inspired by “the bar scene”

Sherlock as a knight (Heroic Fantasy AU)

B&W artwork of Dr Strange inspired by a recent pic of B. Cumberbatch

Johnlock art inspired by the train scene of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Misc artworks done for an Instagram photo frame I bought online

2023 Sherlock rocking a Prada trench coat (present from John)

Sherlock wearing his blue dressing gown (for the meme “Art Vs Inspiration”)

Art Dump - Three artworks of Dr. Strange sporting very long hair

If you want more, here’s my list of 2022 Twitter Artworks List

[patheticallyinfatuatedwithu]

because it's honey, pham hanni

seeing as you have a sweet tooth and a love for honey, hanni attempts to ask if you would like her too.

you've always had a knack for sweets, having a candy popped in your mouth as you go from class to class, breaks to breaks without a fail. hanni, who's almost always your seat mate at classes you share couldn't help but wonder if you'd ever like a different kind of sweet.

"y/n, aren't you ever tired of the same candy or lollipop you eat everyday?" she asks, leaving to the side with eyes travelling all over your face. you turn to her, the oh-so familiar smile written on your lips. "nope."

her head tilts to the side, eyes glancing at your lips where your tongue met your bottom lip. "how come?" you didn't hesitate to answer, already rolling its way out of your tongue and into hanni's awaiting ear. "because it's honey."

hanni didn't understand why she turned quickly in her seat and the tips of her ears turned red, flushed face and panicking eyes hid from your prodding gaze. "you alright, hanni?" she nodded almost immediately, eyes clamped together as she did.

because it's honey.

for as long as hanni remembers, you've always been her best seat mate, taking notes quick and neatly without having to always chitchat with others. you've always had this sunny radiation oozing out of you like there's no tomorrow and maybe, just maybe, that was what made her fall for you.

or maybe it was the other little things. opening the door for her when the two of you promised to go to the library after an unfinished work has been assigned, or how you pushed some strand off her face while she's busy with her notes, or maybe it was your smile that will always, always manage to gag her, or maybe it was your laugh, or maybe it was... everything.

needless to say, hanni was down bad. as in down bad buried up until the earth's core.

and when she found out that her name in your contacts was "honey🍯❤️", she felt her whole world explode. because you did not just do that to her.

oh dear, hanni.

for as long as it'll take, you'll keep on subtly flirting with hanni. and hopefully, she's taken the hint by now because quite frankly, it is tiring. you can't count how many times you've flirted with her and she's just shrugged it off! but maybe if you've had a bit more courage, you'd have asked her out instead of this pathetic little flirting you're doing.

you sigh, sinking in your seat as you stared at the teacher writing equations on the board. "what's got you down in the dumps?" your seat mate, someone who's surprisingly not hanni asked, eyes going to you then to the teacher.

"it's valentines day and oh my god i'm lonely." you replied, twiddling with the pen between your fingers. she chuckles, "well maybe if you've grown balls, you would've had a valentine."

you slam your head on the table, your teacher stopping and turning around to search for the source of noise, only rolling her eyes to find your head against the wooden table before going back to her equation.

teenagers.

"if only it was that easy, i would've done it." your seat mate halts. "growing balls or asking her out?"

"both. mostly the latter though." she pats your back apologetically, "it's alright. at least i'm not the only one that's single." you grumble, "shucks."

for as long as hanni remembers, she's always backed down to asking you out, but today, things are quite different. she's gotten the balls to as you out and is now making her way to the art block, tote bag slung on her shoulder with fire in her eyes.

you've asked her to spend her and your free period together, brushing on your sketching skills for the upcoming practical. she takes a sharp breath in before turning the knob with a creak, eyes meeting yours that tore itself from your canvas.

"hi."

she exhaled, "hi." you gestured at the seat in front of you that's slightly angled so that you could see her when she's drawing, already placed with her own canvas in front of it and tools on the side. "i've organised it for you so you don't need to waste time, if that's okay with you."

she nods, taking the seat in front of you. "thanks." you smiled in return, "i was hoping we'd sketch each other? seeing as that's the next practical, portraits."

you avoids your eye, pulling a pencil and situating herself. "that's a great idea." you nod, starting to sketch and savouring the moment. the room was quiet, a few muffled talking and screaming on the field filled some of it, but other than that, the silence was comfortable.

after a few more minutes, you stare hanni and then at your painting, adding the last touches before placing the pencil down. you were about to speak when hanni takes the opportunity from you.

"you... like honey, right?" she looks up, your eyes meeting again in an eye contact that looks vague in others' eye, but not for the two of you as it shows how much you two hold each other's hearts. "yes."

"would it be possible that you like... hanni, too?" you blinked, completely taken aback by the question. "yes, i like hanni too. i like you too." you turn your canvas around, the day where you first sat next to her, the moment where you felt yourself fall 10 feet under was greatly sketched, the details almost overwhelming her. "that's what you sketched?"

"because it's hanni."

broken records in honour of valentines tomorrow i wrote this little idea that i though of on the verge of falling asleep so im sorry it it's a little crooked and shitty😭 happy valentines you guys🥹

[slyakoch13]

Postal sketches dump

postal 1 dude(love him)

shtopor's hUGE BOOB-

playing p2 i sometimes just standing somewhere behind houses, just waiting for police to start searching Dude.And i thought how boring it feels to him probably. Idk i just kinda imagenes p2 dude understanding that i'm controlling him, and and mumbles at me for my bad gaming(it's all because of that line about saving too often(not because i'm autistic and lonely i swear))

[verypissedoffdee]

Me: I can't be autistic. Having ADHD is enough!

Also me:

- known to be extremely shy and introverted in the beginning but becoming a full on monster once familiar

- if I like a movie, I watch it 10 times over and then research every single thing about it. Then watch it 50 times more. Buy merch, make sketches, watch video essays, review videos, reaction videos and then info dump about it any chance given (or not given)

- starts rocking involuntarily when immersed into something. Happy dances and stimming every so often.

- can't remember a person I've shared a class with for years on end. But show a random screenshot from a movie I watched a decade ago and I can visualise the scene, name the movie, actors and the plot immediately. (sometimes even if I haven't watched the movie)

- says something literal that has people laughing and stands there chuckling awkwardly not knowing what they found so funny

- gots to step on a fallen leaf. Crunchier the better!

- forgets to drink water for an entire day. Even when the bottle is right there but JUST outside my field of vision

- gets overwhelmed by social interactions and runs from it but cries about being lonely

- gets awkward when even a family member or a close friend hugs me.

- has built an extensive vocabulary but gets nervous while talking, sometime stopping mid sentence and just leaving the conversation altogether.

- collects shoes, clothes, key chains, action figures, movies, photographs, etc.

- gots to pluck a leaf everytime I pass a low hanging branch of a tree

- repeats a phrase from a movie or TV show in normal conversation...without even realising it.

- has a LOT of sensory issues.

- so much trauma and info dumping in conversations with a potential new friend. Like just STOP!

- extremely naive and trusting, has a strong sense of justice and takes rule following to new heights

- couldn't talk to guys. Still find it difficult and avoid it.

- contemplating whether or not to share this post......

[bngobongobb]

“Slaughter kin seems lonely, father. Sometimes, late at night I can hear him rambling to himself. He says nothing of importance. Mostly reflections on his feelings. He must know I’m watching.”

That’s it no more painting (it’s me, Joe King). Um so I had this idea when I went on a walk today and I was like yoooooooo let me attempt it. I’m just story pilled rn. He’s pretty young in this, but he was a very lonely kid. He had cult members at his disposal, but it was made clear to him at a young age the other children were not his equal and they were not chill by any means. They had been secluded in the temple their entire lives and only knew killing and worship. Kaeric was in a home for “unattended youth” in baldurs gate for the six years before he was taken to the bhaalist temple. He still wasn’t mr. approachable as a kid but he wasn’t afraid to be himself then. After he was taken to the cult, the environment (betrayal after betrayal in his eyes) forced him into seclusion. He leaned into the leadership position because it gave him distance from the other cult members and he was determined to adapt and survive. He underwent intensive training to make up for years the other children (Orin) had already spent holding a knife and partaking in ritual sacrifice. His caretaker was determined to harden him to “ensure his success as bhaal’s chosen.”

“Your blood alone will not save you from Orin, Bhaalspawn. She has already mutilated playthings far sturdier than you.” -Kaeric’s caretaker who we will call mother for now

Tbh he’d rather be a well cared for house cat. Is that too much to ask

sketch dump below the cut 🤎🫶🏽

the sign says “yes this is my cooler, more talented, humble sibling.”

[lone-lobo]

I decided to sketch in my small sketchbook today, and I wanted to sketch Hubert’s rival, Galvin. I have bust comms open!

[pigeorcas]

Sketch Dump + personal idate headcanons

(warning for mentions of abuse + dead animal and scars depictions)

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I headcanon idate to have been quite the lonely child with a less than ideal homelife to say the least, painted as the bad twin, and having been raised in a very strict and abusive household + having ran away from home when he was around 15 (highschool dropout), having had to deal with homelessness during his teenage years as well

Here are some other non-adult idate sketches too

And here is a normal idate with various scars + healing harpoon wound

[birds-of-a-fallout]

jay posting

[full-moon-phoenix]

@pan-problemed

Well I don't have anything written, but have a sketch dump!

Meet my Lone Wanderer: Chloe Zinnia Irving, but she goes by Zin. An explosive baseball fanatic, she enjoys swimming, parkour, and reading spooky texts mankind shouldn't delve in. After the events of Project Purity put her on the slow path of Ghoulification, she faced a lot of discrimination from the same Brotherhood who once treated her like family. Despite this, she stayed with them in a desperate attempt to continue her father's dreams of making the wasteland a better place, right up until she got stationed in the Commonwealth.

There she met an old synth who changed her life for the better...

[panic-and-procrastinate-writing]

I'M STILL THINKING ABOUT JUMBERS so if u follow my art blog u know i've been sketching them A LOT and i did a lil post dump about them bc um,,, hello?? CHILDHOOD FRIENDS?? maybe even childhood BEST friends, numbers took the salt rock for jason!!! jason was kind to him at ma guns and NUMBERS TOOK THE FALL FOR HIM he had such a big crush omg,,, and jason TOOK A BULLET FOR HIM???? IS IT MUTUAL BABE??? and THEN they BOTH remember their lil phrase like 10 years fucking later??? Their little code!!!

A HANDSHAKE IS BETTER THAN A FIST; BUT A SANDWHICH IS BETTER THAN BOTH!

ugh numbers REMEMBERED HIM!!! what if the last time numbers saw him was when he said he was gonna stop ma gunns heist? WHAT IF JASON KISSED HIM GOODBYE??? WHAT IF THEY WERE EACH OTHERS FIRST KISS???

i need them to see each other again. i can't keep paddling this stream alone. my raft is so lonely. I NEED THEM TO KISS.