#sparrow scribbles

[leafatlaw]

boo edgy traffic! scott poem // I desperately need this guy to stop sacrificing himself

[krembruleed]

i love auntie's vicious mockeries and i want that for meeeee so here's sparrow's very rough first day.

[nuzipilled]

i don’t post my personal art publicly (nor do i render that often) but i thought this drawing i did of my ocs was pretty cool

[leafatlaw]

Nightmare blunt rotation

blood in the bayou core

[glivs]

pov you are a png of a millet

[dreamsclock]

cdrunz drabble perhaps prettz please with cherries on top 🥺🥺🥺

SMALL DRABBLES / C!DRUNZ & 🥺

Dream is giggling: an uncharacteristic sound considering the weight of the destruction they’ve left behind over the past week. Punz can’t help but grin too, endeared, in a stupid way, by his laughter. “Dude,” they say, shoving at Dream’s shoulder, “you’re ruining our reputation.”

This only seems to make Dream wheeze harder. It’s been a long time since Punz has seen him this bright: for once, the sun shines and the birds chirp and the trees rustle, and Punz is perfectly content because Dream is smiling. “Reputation,” Dream repeats, spluttering, “you— you literally choked on chicken while trying to, to, I don’t know! Prove you could do a handstand. And you want to talk to me about reputation.”

Punz’s cheeks heat up, but his embarrassment is easy, light in his chest when Dream laughs again. Hard to imagine they’ve got any kind of negative reputation, when everything is so warm and peaceful. Hard to imagine anything is wrong when Dream’s smile is so right on his face. “Okay, but I could do a handstand. You’ve gotta hand it to me.”

Dream’s smile is crooked and for a moment, Punz is reminded of the boy who had started the server in the first place.

“Yeah,” he says, linking his hand in Punz’s, “guess you did.”

Their hands connect like they always have across the years, and the world feels whole.

[mikeystrawberry]

concepting timeeeeeeeeee

This isn’t something that will be done any time soon but a teaser of something I hope to finish. No reason for the character choices besides being my faves of each gen and I can draw them without reference lol

[the-owl-tree]

batch 4 of wolfclan characters!

more info on each of them under the cut

Wrenswoop is a haughty and short-tempered tom. Embarrassed by his sibling's neurotic and nervous tendencies, he tries very hard to distance himself from her. He's quick to point out the flaws of others and even quicker to defend himself when his own actions come into question. Thornclaw and aspects of Alderheart inspired his character

Magpiepelt is an intelligent and thoughtful warrior of WolfClan. While not the best hunter, they are brilliant in planning and design, making them the head of camp repairs and building when needed. They have faced scrutiny from their Clanmates as its believed they are half-HawkClan, though their parent never revealed this even after they died. Magpie doesn't really care and is content to do what they do best: building with sticks and hanging out with their mate, Sparrowflight.

Lightningleap is a chill and easy-going tom who's popular both in WolfClan and with other Clans. His laidback demeanor makes him easy to talk to...and much easier to forgive his flaws. The brother of Gullscreech and the son of Harefoot, his family's outspoken resistance to outsiders and code-breaking is hardly new to him. While he doesn't go about parroting his father's words, he isn't very quick to argue against his kin either. Inspiration is Brackenfur.

[feral-ass-raccoon]

lazy midnight doodles of the girls from last week!!

don't get me wrong, i have more dnd characters, these are just the headshots of a few current ones

[nairanorica]

Time to get Okami inkvent done! So here's day 22 - I love Chun, she's so cute and this colour is great on her! Tho it looks pretty bad on camera - better on my monitor, but atrocious on my phone

Just three more to go!

[leafatlaw]

"Whats up and welcome back to my video diary, today, I got betrayed."

[krembruleed]

possibilities:

githyanki do not have children's songs

they do but lae doesn't know them (raised in cult :\)

lae thinks its funny to spread misinformation

[watchingyoufromthestars]

Raghhhhh Scary design infodump in my professional portfolio because I can!!! This section is literally just about her HAIR. Might mess with the layout here more so it looks better on mobile. Also currently redrawing these shitty doodles from ages ago lol

[smolcrow465]

Day 12: Moth

Mushroom folk seemed like an odd name for fellows so clearly bug-like. Though it makes a bit of sense once you know of their fun quirk of growing mushrooms from their skin which is often powdered with their own moth dust. This in its own is odd, but nothing is too odd for them.

[jadeshifting]

— INTRO 2 THE SLYTHERINS

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MATTHEO THOMAS MARVOLO RIDDLE . magic that incinerates its target. fireworks. messy hair. dice and card games. push-ups. charcoal drawings. stack of unreturned library books. steak so rare it’s bloody. insane right hook. late night swims. tall stacks of pancakes. sleeping facedown on homework parchments. perfectly split orange slices.

PANSY PANEGYRIA PARKINSON . freezing cold hands. hair clippings in the sink. espresso martinis. cartwheels. reading by the window while it storms. pears. scribbles of the moon phases. running cannonballs off the dock. sun-bleached bones. jeweled silver earrings. spinning and jumping rather than dancing. plant clippings tucked in pockets.

MILLICENT AUDREY BULSTRODE . pressed flowers in textbook pages. gentle hands. lemon loaf with poppy seeds. light pinky lip gloss. snails. doodling on notes in class. lacy bed canopy. emotional support water bottle. preserved butterfly wings. lotuses floating on the lake. jam-filled cookies. wearing wired earbuds. stockings constantly torn.

LORENZO MASSIMO BERKSHIRE . best tree climber. polished loafers. insanely loud laughing. massive record collection. slow mornings in the greenhouse. poetry books. board games. high fiving everyone. clinking potion bottles. marshmallows. loud snoring. cinnamon rolls fresh out of the oven. making paper airplanes. half-melted cookie dough ice cream.

BLAISE ORION ZABINI . a hankerchief for other people to use. caramel coffee. murder mystery books. comforting hugs. freshly pressed shirts. bumblebees. unconditionally punctual. long games of chess. pumpkin pasties. sheet music. seems to know something others don’t. impeccable manners. fresh, clean cologne. unfurling the newspaper every morning.

ASTORIA ACANTHYLLIS GREENGRASS . notes in French. seashell collection. the perfect nude lipstick. effortless elegance. going for therapeutic swims. bird baths. silent if she doesn’t have anything to say. yellow roses. mother-of-pearl. sipping matcha. wandering by the lake like a ghost. perfect posture. blackberry jam on croissants. silk pillowcases.

THEODORE TIBERIUS DONATO NOTT . coffee that’s way too strong. the worst chainsmoker. napping everywhere. silver flask. dark chocolate. bowls of blueberries. throwing huge logs in the fire. insane plays during quidditch games. refusing to put shoes on. tall glasses of butterbeer. tattered book spines. wrinkled sweaters. flittering sparrow wings. chocolate muffins.

DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY . silver rings and bracelets. pine candles. forehead creases. deft piano playing hands. perfectly slanted handwriting. the overpowering smell of wand polish. crunchy apples. terribly boring magical theory books. crisply tied parcels. freshly brewed peppermint tea. searching for constellations. crystal decanters of water. tucked bedsheet corners.

DAPHNE CLEOMEDE GREENGRASS . the most poisonous judgemental glare. shiny gold jewelry. too many throw pillows. olive juice. 20-step hair routine. sparkling champagne. cheesecake. unbelievably long bubble baths. crème filled doughnuts for breakfast. jewelry box with a lock and key. powdered sugar. loose silk tops. gold-dusted nails.

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[ ib @wishicouldkeepconcentration !! ]

[dreamsclock]

Write about MAD duo

Ok!

How do you write an ending?

The correct answer is that you don’t. The ending writes itself. Hits when least expected, ravages everything in its path. Destroys gods and blesses the underdogs. Renders the world and its occupants reeling in the aftermath. The ending is the ending is the ending and Dream, God, is so fucking tired.

Despite his terror and frustration when the server dies, for one stupidly emotional moment, he’s relieved.

And in that moment he thinks he sees Wilbur.

Not as he’d become: maddened, jaded, never without a cigarette and that old coat that hadn’t been washed in months. But as he’d been (as he always will be, in Dream’s mind): healthy, standing tall and proud in his L’Manburg uniform, a smile on his face that reeks of ambition and drive and knowing.

It had turned Dream’s stomach then. It makes him reach out now.

Wilbur grins as his hand locks with Dream’s, only briefly. The touch sends electric jolts up Dream’s arm: or maybe that’s the shockwaves from the missile hitting, he doesn’t care anymore doesn’t know. But for a moment he’s startled by the connection. “Look at that,” Wilbur muses, eyes alight, “your finished symphony.”

Dream can’t breathe. Smoke and silence clogs his lungs. His body is weightless, momentarily, floating in an abyss where his senses are smothered by Wilbur, Wilbur, Wilbur. Says his name now, mouth unwieldy and untethered. “It’s not my symphony,” he says, and Wilbur laughs.

“Guess not.” The older man is drifting away, form dissolving in sudden rays of sun. “You didn’t even finish it in the end, did you? Didn’t even get to give yourself the ending you wanted.” Wilbur’s smile is wry and wide. “So much for the prison. So much for the plan.”

Dream’s eyes are blinded. Shielding them, he calls out, exposed and raw: “You knew this would happen. Didn’t you?”

A laugh rings in his head as he blinks awake, bleary-eyed and brightening at the sight of an unfamiliar server. There’s a sun in the sky and a path under his feet, and it almost feels like home. But it’s missing cigarette smoke: and Dream can’t help but feel like someone is watching over him, resigned to watching history repeat, as he turns to start his new life.