#should i finish this

[milquedraws]

scrapped teru drawing because i wrote??? teruko?? instead????? it was final exam season...

[srnaju]

LEGIT FORGTO I HAD THIS IN MY GALLERY…

Major Nuzi art, which is based off that one sonic image!!

[yhin-gg]

my wip Danny phantom drawing

[pseudonymphomania]

What I did instead of writing my fanfic. What kind of next level procrastination hell is this. 🥹 I am egg.

[gatoburr0]

Post-scam attempt doodle y’all

[gum-iie]

post arlecchino convo lmao rip bozo

[starrydoglover]

Some gojo doodles practice! First time drawing him lmao, blue eyed king for real

[communisticbones]

Vincent is an average twink, that no one understands. 😫

William, Adam, and Porter always getting on his ass. 😔

[the-art-was-blocked-dawg]

John Egbert and the Slap of God

[snoozyvoid]

Superheroes get tired, and sometimes your enemy is your reading buddy that you accidentally doze on

also hi guys I'm still alive I'm just really busy irl

[lexumpysfunland]

simple question: Should I finish this? (yes it's Spamton Neo)

[randomzdum]

Something of a small WIP I've not touched in a while...enjoy!

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Lightning strikes the earth before him, scorching the dirt near the drop where Pearl had been. “Oh Pearl!” He calls out, ignoring the heavy thud of his heart as he reaches over the drop and jumps down, grunting as his feet hit the hard stone. A cold sensation crawls up his spine and causes the hairs on the back of his neck to rise as he tenses. A hushed voice brushes against his ear, “She’s dead Scar. You won.” He freezes, before a rush of pain causes him to fall to his knees and cry out. A burning sensation takes over his body and he gasps for breath as he clutches his chest. A llama with a colorful tarp, a flash of heat coming off the desert sand, a ring of cactus. Scar lets out a desperate laugh, ignoring the zombie raking its claws down his arm. Crystals spinning around in his palm, a lone house on the mountain top, a horse hanging over a pit of lava. He curls up on the stone, dragging himself towards the nether portal. The red sweater of his soulmate, soft fur in gray and white, a press of blade against his soulmate’s throat. He starts to sob, a desperate sound as the zombie loses interest in his arm and lunges for his throat. A calloused hand smoothing his hair down gently, a llama with a sleeping man, the press of a hand on his wrist. “I can’t believe the guy without friends won,” he laughs as his mind is filled with memories he didn’t know he was missing. He screams, as the memories tear apart at everything he thought he knew, before he takes his sword in a singular arc and the zombie falls to the ground with a thump. He groans in pain as he drags himself to his feet, relying heavily on the face of the overhang. He instinctively trudged towards the secret keeper, crying out when he stumbled. The feeling of steady hands holding his arm stop him from giving up entirely. When he finally reaches the Secret Keeper, he all but collapses on the succeed button, pressing it with a quivering hand. The injuries begin to mend themselves as he trembles. Then everything goes black.

The sound of rockets forces Scar to peel his eyes open, gripping the sheets of his bed. He sits up and looks around, he's in his base on Hermitcraft, the room looking too lively and joyful in comparison to the turmoil in his head. Scar doesn't know how long he sits there, hands in his hair staring at the wall.

Pearl knows what the first few moments are like, she knows it will be worse for Scar. When Grian had come back the first time, he refused to talk to anyone and couldn't bring himself to look at Scar for months. She couldn't possibly imagine what had happened and how Scar must feel, having so many memories crammed into his head all at once. She picks up her rockets and makes sure her famous soup is nice and hot before she takes off the ground, heading towards ScarLand.

Grian is hiding, he knows he should look for Scar, beg the kind man to forgive him, but instead he sits in his cupboard, wings folded tightly around him. He tries to fight down the tears, knowing that Scar will never forgive him for the Desert. He hates you he hates you he hates you, a cold voice says to him as he chirps sadly.

Scar pulls himself to his wheelchair, sighing in relief as he begins to move towards the elevator. He grabs a spare blanket and wheels himself out to Main Street.

Pearl spots Scar sitting by the statue of Jellie, said cat sitting in his lap, purring up a storm. She lands with a flourish and walks up to him, opening her arms up in invitation. Scar takes it, clutching her tightly as he cries silently. She runs her hands through his hair and hugs him back fiercely. Jellie wiggles her way into the embrace and Scar lets out a tired laugh.

Mumbo finds his way to Grian's kitchen, hearing the muffled sobbing from his favorite cupboard. He crouches down and opens it gently, taking the avian into an embrace as Grian lets out choking sobs mixed with chirps and gasps. "I've got you, I've got you. You're safe, I promise," Mumbo reassures as his best friend cries. Grian pulls in desperate gulps of air as he tries to form the words he needs to say, "I- I- I don't," he heaves and cries out, "I'm sorry, I- I'm so-" he wails. Mumbo rocks them in place, "It's alright, it's okay," he begins to reassure. Grian cuts him off, "Mumbo- Scar, I- I need- I need to find Scar," he pleads, releasing the hold he has on Mumbo's shirt. Mumbo lets him, not letting go of his wrist but making sure Grian gets up all the way. "You need to see Scar?" he asks, "Right now? Do you want help?" Grian shakes his head, "No, no, thank you, I can- I can do it." Mumbo nods, letting go of his wrist and Grian is gone not two seconds later. Mumbo sighs, running a hand through his hair, he doesn't understand what's happening but he doesn't have the heart to question it.

Grian stands outside of Scar's castle, trying to get himself to walk inside. To do something other than stand there in pain.

[twiister]

wips or doodles ?

[thatlazybones]

guys i had thoughts

[lxvander]

Unfinished art - *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･''･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

I tried some new brushes!!!

App: Sketchbook

[wanzerous]

𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲.

so i was posting this elsewhere, but i want to bring it here! i don't know if it's worth keeping, but i'm happy to share the content here! this takes place in the tokyo revengers world, starting from the very beginning (fem!reader). long story short . . .

loss. you always lose something. people have a habit of losing things . . . their phones, their keys, their wallets. some, their sense of humanity, or a loved one. things began to spiral the moment you lost your father due to gang violence. since then, you were not big of gangs. to you, they were all horrible.

however . . . there a specific gang that made you question your feelings. the tokyo manji gang worked their way into your life and you weren't sure if this was a blessing or a curse . . .

would you lose them, or would they inevitably lose you?

𐙚⋆.˚ PROLOGUE.

maybe the world wasn't such a cruel place.

" you silly girl, " a rough laugh echoed through the living room of a simplistic house. the walls were white but decorated with minimal paintings. there was a soft melody in the background; a radio that played gentle jazz music. the house smelt of freshly baked ham and homemade cherry pie. 

" come dance with me! " a male spoke, and a whiff of cedarwood came to your senses. this man wore fine threads; a clean button-down with a slightly loosened red tie. he wore tan-colored pants, with a brown leather belt to hold himself up. his hands were large and properly cared for; nails cut and polished carefully. to add to his wide hands, he wore an expensive watch.

these hands reached forward to grab a hold of an equally excited young girl; the prettiest young lady in japan. well, that's what her father told her, anyway. she had bright eyes and the prettiest smile. her hair was nothing but soft, and it was groomed nicely. small hands reached upward, and tiny fingers gripped onto the hands of the older man. she was swayed to the gentle music on her feet at first before she was lifted and spun in the air. 

the moment was perfect. the family was happy. 

" honey! don't spin her so much or else she'll get dizzy! " a woman called out; voice almost like silk. she placed the ham platter on the table, and wiped her hands on her apron, before placing them on her hips. though she was too, dressed lovely, it wasn't as nice as the father. a simple skirt that reached her ankles; an olive green color, and a tan top that rested off the shoulders. 

she wore her hair tied back into a messy bun, showing off her diamond earrings. 

" aww maiko dearest, " the male chuckled, placing the young girl on his hip, " if you want to dance, just join us. " he teased her, reaching out to grab her hand. this hand, being her left, showed a ring. happily married. " don't be shy. you're always light on your feet. "

he pulled her close, his hand on her waist as she playfully whined, resting one hand on his broad shoulder, and the other on the back of you, " we shouldn't be long, " the woman smiled softly, " or else dinner will get cold. " and together, they finished the song as one. a family. 

little did they know this would be their last dance as one. 

their last moments together as a family. 

there was a ruckus hours later. screaming. crying, and it startled the young girl from her peaceful sleep. with a full belly, she waddled toward her door and opened it, peeking outside where she found her parents.

her father stood in front of her mother defensively, yelling at a few men. a few scary ones; that matched from head to toe. the atmosphere grew heavy, and you were a smart girl. their body language made your heart thump, and the anger within your father's words made the hairs on your arms stand upright.

" your business is with me, not my family! get out of my home, and we can talk about this elsewhere!  " your father yelled at them, aggressively pointing at the door, " get the hell out! " it wasn't like your father to yell. he was always a nice man. respectful, a gentleman. you've never seen him so angry. 

your emotions began to surface, and you pulled your bedroom door open nervously, tears forming in your eyes, " mommy , " you called out softly, in which eyes fell onto you. those scary men eyed you down; your mother rushed over to your side.

" don't look at my child! " your father spat, moving to stand in their gaze. he shielded you from them, and you were lifted, " stay in your room, sweetheart.. " your mother whispered as calmly as she could. but her hands and voice shook, and she looked over at the man she cared for. she took a slightly nervous breath before she quickly snuck off to the side, fingers tracing the phone that hung onto the wall. 

with the little bit of courage she had, she dialed the emergency number and placed it against her ear, all while taking multiple nervous glances back in that direction. " h-hello? " she called to the speaker on the phone, " there's - " the yelling increased in volume, and steps grew heavy. things began to knock off of surfaces and crash onto the ground. " sugita ..! " your mother called, the men throwing forceful fists at one another.

sugita, your father, wasn't weak though. with these men obviously ganging up on him, he stood his ground the best he could. his strength was unmatched, and while fighting, he still managed to give you and your mother the attention needed, " go! " he shouted indirectly before he was caught in the face. 

" i-i can't just leave you ! " maiko cried, holding you close. you saw everything. you felt, everything. and you wailed in your mother's arms. " i'll be fine! " he yelled sternly, and your mother took his order to heart. she rushed to the back, in their room, and went to grab a small bag that was in the corner. you didn't have time to question it. a black bag. the tussling stopped for a moment; a split second and heavy grunts and pants came from the room.

" SHIT! THAT BITCH CALLED THE COPS! "

the men panted, and maiko took a deep breath, " it's going to be okay. " she whispered, looking over her shoulder toward the closed door, " hide in the closet for the moment, okay? " she placed you by the closet door and slid it open, " go, i'll  be back! " she placed the suitcase inside beside the wall, and rushed out. she didn't give you time to call out to her. don't leave me.

the closet was dark. and you could hear muffled noises, and then a panicked cry came from the room. you sniffled, blending in with the clothes easily until you heard your mother.

" SUGITA ! IT'S GOING TO BE OKAY! "

she sobbed, voice cracking as the sirens blared. your fight or flight activated.

you opened the closet door and left the bedroom, rushing down the hall to take sight of the mess. broken glass scattered around their living room; muddy footsteps near the front door. there was blood ... so much blood. 

and there was your dad, holding on for his life. his pajama shirt was torn, and a deep stab wound in his chest. your mother sat beside him, holding him close as he panted, " please don't just stand there! help him! " your mother cried. " he's going to die! please! " 

daddy was going to die. 

you weren't going to see him anymore. 

pretty eyes laid on your father, and though you couldn't see his expression, you knew it wasn't good. he weakly held onto the hand of your mother, whispering softly. you couldn't make out what he said, but you heard the bass of his voice. " i love you too ... " your mother sobbed, " but it's going to be okay! don't talk to me like that! " 

a few moments later, the paramedics rushed through the door with a gurney equipped, " ma'am, please stand back! " one of them announced and she, once they had a hold of him, moved out the way. her legs covered in blood, and the tips of her nightgown as well. 

she placed her hands over her mouth as she tried to suppress her cries. she glanced back, where she saw you; completely traumatized. " ( y/n ) ! " she called out, her voice hoarse as the two of you locked eyes for one second. 

just one , and your vision grew blurry. 

what was blurry turned black, and things fell silent.

maybe the world wasn't such a cruel place.

. 　　            ⊹ ✦ 　 ✵ 　　　　　* 1312 words.

sunshine, rainshine, and moonshine. chapter one [here].