#wips&sketches&impromptus

[shannlarsson]

Tonight’s progress

impromptu paint

Approx. 78 x 96cm

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[anxiousotters]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like)

I got tagged twice over by the wonderful @cookiemonsterv3 during a stint of art/ writers block, so y'all get two codywan week WIPs now that I'm back

I believe my last line was somewhere around the puppy paw in this sketch for the rural jobs prompt

And this snippet is for the Teacher/University/Academia prompt in an AU where Obi-Wan and Cody are engineering students working on their capstone project together

Ben's gaze narrows from across the table, his eyes as blue as the hottest part of a flame, and just as dangerous. Cody keeps eye contact with him, unfazed, knowing this impromptu staring contest is akin to putting his hand on an hot stove. He’s dauntless in the face of it. Burning his fingers is a small price to pay to get under Kenobi's skin.

Tags: @thenookspace, @friendlyneighbourhoodelf, @ferretrade, @meebles and anyone else who wants to play!

[aemiron-main]

super quick sketch/wip of young victor and henry after henry got tossed in the quarry for impromptu swimming lessons & victor went to grab him (staring at hopper tossing henry in)

[deadsquirrelaftermidnight]

I’m going on an impromptu road trip tomorrow, which means that some of the wips I’ve got cooking are gonna marinate for a bit. I will try to post sketches in the meantime when in between travels, so fingers crossed I have some stuff to share soon.

[bachiranyan]

Day 5-6 of bachira-cember

VICTORY IS THEIRSS!!

(me has 3 ideas already in WIP, also me, finishes the impromptu sketch instead)

Actually my first time drawing isagi wow

[asdeadasasquirrel]

I’m off on an impromptu road trip tomorrow, which means that some of my wips are gonna be a bit. I hope to post sketches when I get the chance during the trip, so fingers crossed I have stuff to share soon.

[feykiller]

🤡 ✨ 🍦 🎨 for the art game!! -em

Ty emm!! I’m gonna be good and try to answer this before I fall asleep

[Artist Emoji Ask]

🤡 - What sketch or detail in an image have you drawn that made you laugh?

LOL the ones that have made me laugh the most are scribbly doodles that make absolutely no sense to anyone else except me when im drunk

✨ - Give you and your art a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

(This question is banned) Uh.. I like how I go into impromptu research holes whenever I set on doing big art projects lol, I think I catch on to different art styles pretty well!

🍦- What’s the sweetest image you’ve created so far?

All the pet paintings! I want to do one for all my friends eventually but the pet paintings have made me so happy painting them and I hope they’ve made the pet owners equally happy as well <3

🎨 Tell me about an upcoming wip, please!

Why tell when I can show you? ;)

The City is well and alive in my mindspace and I’m here to make Carrion the gay bastard troublemaker they are

[mimithealpaca]

「好き」 WIP #1

So I got an idea for a new (short!) BKDK comic the other day. I've been posting the recording I did of my hands drafting it in real-time on my Instagram. It took about 21 minutes to finish. (I'm not sure how long it took me to do the initial thumbs, which I revised anyway, but I estimate about 5 minutes? Thumbnails are not meant to take that long.)

Today, I did an impromptu live stream on my YouTube channel of me cleaning up the draft (I call it the sketch stage) and then inking it. My time limit was an hour. It's nice that I was able to get so much done in one hour! I do feel like I'm still slow though. I know I will definitely slow down when I get to the fourth panel, as I'll have to actually draw the environment, but... that's good practice anyway!

There's an Easter Egg on this page, by the way. Can you identify it?

Hint: The answer is somewhere on this blog. :)

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Happy October Friday the Thirteenth!

To celebrate this special occasion, I’m going to share a WIP that could fall under the Whumptober category. In this writing, I started writing a script-based episode fanfic of Miraculous Ladybug. It is part of a reboot-rewrite idea I have been mulling over with @glitterpensupremacy, who has been redesigning the characters for this AU. I have been struggling with gaining traction on consistently writing, and I don’t fully understand how script writing works. However, I feel like a sample could be fun to share at least.

The sun rises upon the Agreste manor. In his office, Felix is dressed in his formal attire, sketching notes and drafts for his current designs. Samples of his works are spread across his desk ranging from extravagant dresses to intricate bow ties.

Behind him, his computer notifies him of a new message. Rolling over on his chair, Felix opens the email. Upon reading it, Felix scoffs and edits a spreadsheet featuring his schedule.

Looking at back at his desk, Felix peers at the breakfast that was brought in for him an hour or two ago. After surveying his surroundings, his hands inch toward his plate, and the rest of his body tightens. Taking his first bite, his eyes dart around the uneventful room. Squinting in suspicion, he takes a second bite, slightly faster this time. Upon several seconds with a lack of disturbance, he rolls his eyes, preparing himself for the third bite.

Suddenly, Nathalie bursts through the door in a harried manner. The shock causes Felix to spill his remaining food on his shirt and lap. Sneering in disgust, the young designer turns to his impromptu visitor.

Felix: Greetings, Nathalie. Wonderful to see your sense of dignity survived the night.

Nathalie raises an eyebrow, scanning his freshly disheveled appearance. She shakes her head and straightens to a more professional stance.

Nathalie: Forgive my intrusion, young Agreste. Unfortunately, there is an urgent matter that requires your assistance.

Felix, gesturing toward his computer: I was already made aware. If your only function is to be a messenger bird, perhaps you should return to your flock.

Nathalie: I am not referring to the upcoming photo shoot, although that is partially relative. It's about your brother.

Felix trudges past her and through the various halls and stairs of the mansion. Felix keeps a steeled face as he barges into Adrien's bedroom, only to be taken aback to see his twin face-planted on the floor, whose arms reach inches from his bed.

[jintheawkward]

as we hum along | one-shots

1) the one where seokjin and jungkook can't take a break (jinkook) 2) the one where hoseok is a total ass (yoonjin) 3) the one where taehyung finds pasta romantic (taejin) 4) the one where seokjin and jimin don’t feel like themselves (jinmin) 5) the one where seokjin has never forgotten the promise (namjin)

ao3

1)      the one where seokjin and jungkook cannot take a break (jinkook)

“is that mayo on your tie?” jungkook asks, squinting his eyes.

“where?” seokjin lowers his head to see the damage. „oh, dammit.”

“for real, hyung?”

“you know that whenever i’m nervous i can’t stop eating!”

“you eat all the time, no matter what,” jungkook says as he rolls his eyes and approaches seokjin. “if you weren’t exercising, you would probably need a two sizes bigger suit.”

a pout forms on seokjin’s lips, one that looks offended and angry. „not everyone is that lucky to have a fast metabolism.”

“must be the young blood,” jungkook chuckles in response.

to get a better access to seokjin‘s silky tie tucked into his vest, jungkook pulls it up a little bit. fortunately, the mayonnaise stain seems tiny, hardly visible.

“whoa, it must be great to be young! good for you!” seokjin exclaims, sounding like an old man who swears at neighbourhood kids all the time, so jungkook pats seokjin‘s mouth to shut him up.

“well, thank you, i’m glad!” he answers in the same loud voice as he teasingly imitates the other.

seokjin gasps dramatically when jungkook licks his finger and gently rubs at the smudge.

“did you just basically spit on my tie?”

“better wet than dirty,” jungkook mumbles absent-mindedly since there’s a tie that needs to be taken care of first. “jeez, you’re such a messy eater, like a kid!”

“are you coming down on me right now? seriously, how dare you, brat?”

“you’re nagging me all the time! just because you’re old it doesn’t mean you don’t deserve a scolding sometimes!”

“is this how you are repaying me for raising you?” seokjin’s mouth hangs open in disbelief while he tries to swat away the younger’s hands. “you’re lucky our mothers are best friends.”

the door creaks open as namjoon’s head peeks inside, his brows knitted together in both worry and restlessness.

“cut it you two!” he hisses after glancing over his shoulder. “what is taking you so long? people are getting nervous and yoongi-hyung is already annoyed, saying that you should get your asses inside or find someone else to wed you.”

“sorry, hyung, we’re just sorting some things out.”

“now?!” namjoon squeaks out in shock, then quickly clasps his hand over his mouth, whispering. “i can’t believe you’re bickering on your own wedding, just seconds before the ceremony. on the other hand, why am i even surprised?”

seokjin rolls his eyes in response.

“give us a break, namjoon.”

“fine, but hurry.”

when namjoon gently shuts the door, jungkook seems almost done.

“there, i think nobody will notice,” jungkook says as he tucks the tie back in place, taking one last look. “next time, don’t stuff your mouth so much!”

“but i like to have my mouth full!”

“yeah, i know that pretty well.” jungkook says with a smirk.

“jungkook!”

“ok, let’s get married before you get even older.”

this time, seokjin makes sure to emphasize his words by punching jungkook’s shoulder.

“you’ll regret saying that.”

with a grin not leaving his face, jungkook takes seokjin’s chin and pulls him closer. he kisses him deeply, a promise lingering on his lips once he moves away.

“oh, i hope i will.”

 2)      the one where hoseok is a total ass (yoonjin)

“i want you. i want you now.”

the lower tone of his voice makes yoongi feel a tingling sensation that is dangerously traveling south, as if seokjin whispered the words between sweaty and wrinkled sheets, pressed against yoongi’s burning body.

which he didn’t, obviously. seokjin’s just god damn good in voice acting.

they are working, so yoongi needs to act professionally – and that definitely does not include popping a boner to his co-worker’s voice in the middle of a recording while the other sound engineer and his so-called friend is wheezing with laughter at his suffering.

clearing his throat, yoongi flips a switch and pushes a button. “hyung, take a short break.”

“is something wrong?” seokjin looks up from his script, wide-eyed and innocent like a kid from margaret keane’s paintings. one could hardly believe he has been dubbing quite steamy scenes for two hours already.

two most torturous and challenging hours in yoongi’s life, by the way.

he has no idea what kind of rom-com the movie is supposed to be, but the age rating should be changed to at least 30+.

“no, you were great, hyung!” hoseok chuckles as he chimes in and yoongi is this close to breaking his neck. “but yoongi-hyung is right, go refresh yourself. after all, there’s still so much moaning ahead of you!”

“okay,” seokjin shrugs in reply, taking off his headphones and reaching for a bottle of water.

yoongi has the presence of mind to turn off the mic before pushing hoseok with his shit-eating grin off the chair.

“oh, come on! there’s nothing wrong about your cute little crush,” hoseok laughs once he sprawls out on his chair again.

“i’m so glad you’re enjoying this,” yoongi growls, “i thought taehyung was supposed to be recording his part today?” he checked, twice, to make sure that he wouldn’t be here for seokjin’s bed scenes.

“yeah, change of plans.”

“and why nobody informed me?”

“i wanted it to be a surprise!” hoseok chirps as he pinches yoongi’s cheeks. “take it as my early birthday gift for you.”

seokjin is stretching his body now. yoongi tries hard not think about how flexible it looks.

“what an amazing friend you are,” he says, his lips curved into an ironic smile.

“so, do you want some privacy to jerk off or-“

“i hate you, hoseok, like, you have no idea how much.”

“no, you love me, i know you do.” unfazed, hoseok pats his knee as he plays with some buttons and leans over to the microphone. “ok, hyung, let’s get back to work! we have some sex to dub!”

 3)      the one where taehyung finds pasta romantic (taejin)

it was supposed to be a quick trip to the supermarket, but somebody didn’t get the memo to let others do their grocery shopping in peace, especially on saturday morning.

“i'm sorry but i’ve already told you that i'm taken, thus really not interested,” seokjin utters with an edge of annoyance in his voice. despite determination being the key ingredient in his own life, he sometimes wishes people could take no for an answer.

“well, i don't see him anywhere,” says the man as he squeezes seokjin’s shoulder, his hand casually sliding down his arm. “come on, we're just talking. i'm sure your boyfriend wouldn't mind this little chit-chat."

just when seokjin is about to make his rejection more obvious and less polite, a deep voice beats him to it.

“actually, the boyfriend does mind.”

the grip on seokjin’s elbow loosens as the hand there gets pushed away and taehyung steps in front of him as a shield.

his usually boyish features have darkened and, strangely, he seems taller and broader. taehyung might be pure-hearted like a kid, but even he doesn’t like sharing his toys.

with his lips pressed together in a thin line, he tilts his chin up daringly.

“and if you don't want this leek down your throat or up your ass, you will take ten steps back and go to hell.”

be it any other time, seokjin would laugh his ass off at the sight of taehyung defending his honor while wielding the vegetable.

however, the man has probably found taehyung pretty convincing because he starts to raise his hands as if to calm him down.

“okay, dude, no need to get excited,” he mumbles before swiftly retreating.

“tae, everything’s fine,” seokjin sighs, tugging at the long sleeve of taehyung’s enormous t-shirt that could fit two people in it. “i swear, nothing happened."

“what an ass, picking someone up while surrounded by kitchen towels and toilet paper. such a turn off."

“really? says a guy who asked me out in the pasta aisle?"

“hyung, toilet paper is a toilet paper,” taehyung says patiently as he throws his arm around seokjin’s neck to bring him closer, which makes it a bit harder for seokjin to maneuver the cart around.  “by contrast, there isn't anything more poetic than pasta - you have spaghetti, fusilli, vermicelli. imagination and variety - that's art, you know.”

seokjin stops in his tracks.

“can you say vermicelli again?”

“vermicelli?” taehyung asks confusedly and seokjin watches how his tongue rolls around the word. when taehyung notices, a grin sweeps across his face as he smiles with the tongue between his teeth.

“let's go home,” he whispers, placing a soft kiss on seokjin’s cheek, and then pets his head, “i can tell you all about the pasta there.”

“yeah, let’s go home.”

still beaming, taehyung takes over the cart. he begins running and pushing it to the checkout.

“look, hyung, how fast i can go with this thing!”

 4)      the one where seokjin and jimin don’t feel like themselves (jinmin)

“you’re so tiny,” seokjin muses as he observes the pair of small hands, putting them in front of his face with open fascination. “makes me wonder if everything of yours is like that.”

“don’t you even dare to think about that,” jimin warns when he catches his creepy smile, however, the familiar expression looks so out of place on his own face.

actually, staring at himself, while not being himself, has turned out to be an altogether odd experience. he makes a mental note to get a new haircut.

it has been almost three hours since jimin woke up not only in seokjin’s apartment and his bed, but in seokjin’s huge body as well.

suspiciously, he stares at seokjin when the older boy stands up. “where are you going?”

“well, between the time you banged the shit out of the door, rushed in here and pulled me out of bed, i haven’t really got a chance to go to the bathroom.”

“seriously, hyung?”

“what? not my fault that somebody forgot to take a leak before their bedtime. and your bladder the size of a peanut is not helping either.”

“fine,” jimin groans loudly, rolling his eyes in defeat. “try not to peek much.”

passing him on the way out, seokjin pats him on the shoulder. “chill, i’ll just quickly take care of the business. in all honesty and innocence, of course.”

“oh my god,” jimin sighs and buries his face in hands, suddenly feeling the stubble that must have grown there just overnight. “is he a grizzly or what.”

a low whistle comes from the bathroom, immediately catching jimin’s attention.

“what’s going on?”

seokjin later appears in the door with a leer.

“pretty impressive, you know, for your small frame,” he says, the smirk not leaving his face, “guess it’s not true what they say about the size of your palm and- “

“hyung, can you goddamn focus?” jimin slams his hands on the table as he finally loses his patience. he’s getting frustrated because it’s too early, he’s stuck in this freakishly big body so he keeps hitting himself and seokjin still thinks it’s a joke. “sometime during the night, weird shit happened, and we swept bodies. how come you’re not freaking out?”

“part of me still believes that there was something wrong with the leftovers i had yesterday for dinner and this is just a fucking dream,” seokjin replies with a sigh, head propped on his hands. “anyway, i can’t think when i’m hungry.”

“fine, serve yourself!” tired, jimin motions towards his fridge and he almost finds the little skip in seokjin’s step cute. almost.

“why is there no food? what am i supposed to have for breakfast?” he whines as soon as he opens the fridge.

“there still should be a bottle of juice smoothie. see that green thing?”

“that’s not food,” seokjin deadpans, then almost chokes on his own spit when he sees the price tag. “what? this is ridiculous. if you want to eat mud just go outside. it would taste the same and cost you nothing.”

“it’s healthy and full of protein.”

“again, it’s not food. why are you torturing your body?”

nonetheless, seokjin tries to open the bottle of the ugly green mush, all in vain.

“what’s the point of having all these,” with every word, seokjin jabs each one of his, jimin’s, abs, “when there’s literally no strength in your arms?”

jimin takes the smoothie from him and doesn’t hide his surprise when the stubborn bottle gives in at his first try.

“not only does it look disgusting, but it tastes like dirt too,” seokjin splutters, making a grimace as soon as he takes a sip. he immediately shoves the bottle back into the fridge and pours himself a glass of water.

“what now?” jimin growls when he catches seokjin staring.

“nothing. i’ve just never realized how broad my shoulders look. they are huge. like the east sea or something,” seokjin says and gives him the once-over, making jimin feel awkward even though, technically, it wasn’t his body that seokjin was checking out. “man, i really am handsome. seriously, how can you even function normally around me?”

the kick that comes from jimin is strong enough to leave a bruise as he can tell by the way seokjin curses. it makes him happy for a moment before he realizes that it will hurt him as hell once he gets his body back.

 5)      the one where seokjin has never forgotten the promise (namjin)

namjoon hides behind his hands when seokjin breaks into an embarrassing rendition of ‘happy birthday’. fortunately, he isn’t drunk yet so there’s no off-key singing, no screaming, no attempts at hitting the high notes, and, thank goodness, no uncoordinated bodyrolls.

“happy birthday, namjoonie!” seokjin says with a little smile that makes people all warm and stupid inside. he then clinks their glasses together carefully, not spilling a drop of the cheer liquid, and downs it in one go.

“thank you, hyung,” he murmurs, the corners of his own mouth stretching slightly, before the soju burns its way down his throat.

seokjin spares him a glance as he looks up from the food, his brow raised in a question.

“what’s with that face?” he asks while piercing the pieces of tteokbokki and popping them into his mouth.

“what face?”

“you know, the sad and pensive one,” seokjin answers around a mouthful, “the twenty-penguins-die-each-minute look.”

“first, that’s not even true, second, i don’t have-“

“oh, you do, joonie, and it’s up now.”

“fine.” namjoon can’t really help the eyeroll since there’s no point in arguing with seokjin. only a fool fights a battle he cannot win. so he rather starts picking at the plate of fried octopus, which only results in seokjin hitting him with his chopsticks.

“okay, tell me what’s wrong before i lose my appetite because of you.”

“i’m already thirty-three today and here i am, spending my birthday with you again.” namjoon heaves a sigh, ignoring seokjin’s incredulous scoff accompanied by his offended excuse me. “i mean, i’ve always thought that by now, i would be in a long and boring but happy relationship.”

seokjin stays quiet, chewing thoroughly, and namjoon is glad that he doesn’t comment on his pathetic love life. the thing is that namjoon has had his fair share of girlfriends and boyfriends, but somehow none of them lasted long.

“i don’t want to be alone anymore. being lonely is so tiring and depressing.”

“so, do you want to get married?” seokjin asks once he swallows, nibbling at the greasy ends of his chopsticks.

“i do, you know that.”

“no, i mean, now. to me.”

namjoon’s hand, lifting a glass to his lips, stops mid-air as he blinks at his friend in confusion, however, the beautiful face holds no traces of joking.

“your twenty-fourth birthday. remember our little pact?” pouring himself a drink, seokjin breaks into a grin as if recalling the memory.

they went for drinks after classes to celebrate namjoon’s birthday then, but spent most of the night washing down namjoon’s recent and sour breakup.

(“hyung, let’s marry each other if we’re both single in our 30s.”

“cool, i’ll be your plan b,” seokjin said to his slurred suggestion, amused and not as drunk as namjoon.

“and i’ll be yours.”)

“yeah, what a night.” namjoon shovels meat into his mouth and forces himself to chew, feeling the embarrassment settling on his cheeks. “don’t tell me you would actually do it?”

“why not? it’s not like i’m saving myself for someone special.” seokjin shrugs nonchalantly and takes a sip of his soju. “with a perfect  and one-in-a-million face like mine, one has no choice but to lower his standards.”

“wow, thanks, hyung.”

“thank me later for the benefits of marriage with me.”

honestly, marrying seokjin does actually have some pretty neat advantages. not only is he rich and handsome, but seokjin is kind, funny in his own way and somehow always says or does the right thing to make namjoon feel better. and unlike namjoon, seokjin knows his way around kitchen.

“you’re thinking about my bank account right now, aren’t you?” seokjin teases with a grin as he pops another piece of meat into his mouth. “so? wanna get married or not?”

“is this a proposal?”

“jeez, i forgot you’re a hopeless romantic,” seokjin sneers, then picks up a squid ring from a plate.  “what about me putting this on your finger? would that be chic-flick enough for you?”

despite knowing each other since forever, namjoon predicts his future with seokjin will involve all kinds of blushing.

[scharoux]

WIP Wednesday!

Tagged by @starsandskies and @ashalle-art 💛

This is the only new WIP I have right now. Just an impromptu ink sketch I wanted to do of my favorite Halloween movie 🎃

Tagging; @schoute @resjade @beckiboos @lethendralis-paints @tightassets @serial-chillr @thevikingwoman @galadrieljones and anyone else who wants to share something they're working on 😉

[akirafanarts]

A lot of you guys have been waiting for the next part of my Theo comic. Well....it’s still a WIP 👀 I haven’t forgotten about it 😆

I see a lot of comments on it and even though I haven’t had a chance to reply to all of them, please know that I read ALL of the comments, reblogs and all the tags on all my posts and honestly it always puts a smile on my face and thank you so so so much for that ♥️ 🙇🏻‍♀️

Currently I’m stuck to bed for past 2 days coz of fever and haven’t been able to draw anything or finish commissions. I was itching to do something tho 😅 So here it is.... I did this impromptu sketch sometime ago and somehow it fits with the first part of the comic 😁

A gif coz I’m extra like that lol plz don’t kill me 👀

[arthurmorgan-s-heart]

MASTERLIST

Updated Jul. 22, 2020

EVERYTHING IS ALSO POSTED ON AO3

SFW

DUTCH VAN DER LINDE X F!READER

Around the Campfire: Back from a job, Dutch allows himself to show his soft side - 295 words

ARTHUR MORGAN X F!READER

Pride and Joy:  You find yourself in a sticky situation after escaping your abusive husband. You think that might be the end - but a mysterious man comes to your help. - 6.8k words Parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - DRABBLE

Second Chance:  Arthur never would have thought he'd get a second chance at everything he doesn't deserve. - 786 words

Someone to Lose:  Jobs can go wrong, and you know too well that everything you know and everyone you love can be ripped from you at any moment - 2.4k words

Touch:  Headcanons for a touch-starved Arthur - 2.5k words Parts: 1 - 2 - 3 (SPOILERS)

A Song and A Dance:  Arthur knows he shouldn't be jealous - but watching Dutch hold you so close, he truly can't help it - 1.3k words

An Impossible Future:  Neither you nor Arthur thought you'd make it this far - and yet, here you are. - 1k words (SPOILERS)

Nightmares & Dreams:  You and Arthur get an unexpected visitor in the night - 857 words (SLIGHT SPOILERS)

Sick: Arthur takes care of you - 708 words

“I just really miss talking to you”: Arthur tries to win you back one last time. - 425 words (SPOILERS)

“You’re in love with her”:  Hosea always notices more than anyone would think. - 586 words

“Close the door”: You have something to admit to Arthur. - 743 words (SLIGHT SPOILERS)

“You make me want things I can’t have”:  Arthur makes a hard decision. - 486 words

“People are staring”:  You accompany Arthur to the Mayor's party. - 177 words

Letting Go: You and Arthur have a hard conversation - 900 words (SPOILERS)

Thick as Thieves:  You meet an unlikely ally at the Mayor's party, and decide to work together. - 2.2k words (SPOILERS)

ARTHUR MORGAN X READER (gender-neutral)

Unrequited:  Hosea has some insight on Arthur to share. - 1.2k words (SPOILERS)

Tutoring:  There is a gap in your education. - 482 words

Left Behind: You get left behind on a job gone wrong -  837 words (headcanons)

Warmth:  The nights are cold in Colter. - 1.4k words

“Do you regret it?”: Arthur questions the path the both of you have taken - 442 words (SPOILERS)

In Sickness and in Health:  You’re sick, and there’s nothing Arthur can do to help you Parts: 1 - 2 - 3 (SPOILERS)

Sketch: Arthur catches you drawing him - 692 words (headcanons)

Goodbye:  The end - 797 words (HUGE FUCKIN’ SPOILERS)

Debt Collecting:  Arthur hates collecting debts - and lets his anger get the better of him. - 1.5k words

Musician: Headcanons for Arthur with a musician SO - 515 words

Leaving: You decide to leave before it’s too late - 831 words (headcanons)  (SPOILERS)

Unmoved: You wonder if the past will ever stop haunting you - 660 words

After the Storm: Sometimes, all you need is a friendly shoulder to lean on - 1.3k words

What Tomorrow Might Bring:  An impromptu rainstorm has Arthur realising a few things. - 767 words

All in Good Fun:  Sean pulls a prank, Arthur is furious, and it never gets old. - 873 words

OTHERS

Hand to Hand:  Charles teaches Kieran how to fight with his fists (or tries, at least) - 537 words

They’re Hanging me Tonight:  It's the noose for me - and that's the way it should be. - 607 words (SPOILERS)

“You make me want things I can’t have”:  John learns exactly what Arthur doesn't like about him - 427 words

After All They’ve Done To Us (WIP): Agent Ross has one last monster for John to hunt Parts: 1 - 2 (SPOILERS)

Longed for and Lost: How Arthur found and lost all that he’d ever wanted Parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - Epilogue (SPOILERS)

Trouble: Trouble follows Sean like a shadow - and Arthur somehow always finds himself in the middle of it. -  587 words (SLIGHT SPOILERS)

In Better Times: Sadie and Arthur go back to where it all began. - 1.2k words

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ARTHUR MORGAN X F!READER

A Lovely Night in Valentine:  When you don't return before sunset, as you had said you would, Arthur goes looking for you - 2.9k words

A Piece of Heaven:  Arthur and his wife take a well-deserved moment for themselves in Horseshoe Overlook - 2.1k words

All That You Are:  Sometimes, Arthur just needs to let someone else take the reins. - 1.8k words

Just Reward:  Arthur needs to learn to accept kindness from others. - 1.8k words

Coming Back Around:  In which Bill Williamson is a goddamn fool, and Arthur needs to blow off some steam - 1.7k words

Beginnings: You and Arthur decide to start trying for a family - 716 words

Out of Patience:  Arthur has had enough, and puts you in your place. - 2.2k words

Dawn:  You wake up before Arthur, for once - and decide to wake him up your own way - 984 words

After Years and Years:  It's not often that one gets a second chance at something that should have been. A chance meeting with someone you had never thought to see again gives you just that - 5.2k words Parts: 1 - 2 (BIG SPOILERS Y’ALL)

“We have to be quiet”:   You and Arthur slip away during an evening at the saloon. - 391 words

Welcome Home:  Arthur returns from a week-long trip, and shows you just how much he's missed you. - 1k words

Tight Quarters:  Arthur finds a good hiding place, but it's a bit tight for two. - 2.7k words Parts: 1 - 2 

On Escaping A Relentless Suitor:  When an opportunity to escape Sean's flirting presents itself, you jump at the chance. Arthur is more than happy to help you. - 3k words (SLIGHT SPOILERS)

A Quiet Morning: Arthur says it’s too early to get up - and, you know what? He’s right. - 1.8k words (SPOILERS)

Kingdom Come: Arthur asks you for your opinion on having more children. Actions speak louder than words. - 2.6k words

The Good Times:  They say competitiveness brings out the worst in people. Apparently, that’s not always true. - 3.3k words

What Will Be Left Behind:  Robbing the Saint Denis bank will be dangerous - why wouldn’t it be? You know that, but you can’t help being nervous. Arthur tries to help. (SPOILERS)

The Long Way Back Home:  You convince Arthur to take a well-earned rest after his return from Guarma. - 4.8k words (SPOILERS)

ARTHUR MORGAN X READER (gender-neutral)

A Heartfelt Favour:   Arthur lets you take care of him, for once.- 992 words

Sweet:  You'd made quite a sight with that lollipop in your mouth - a sight that Arthur can't quite seem to be able to forget.

Cut Short:  Arthur hasn't been with anyone in a while. - 447 words

OTHERS

Missing Him: He’s been gone too long (Arthur, Dutch & Charles X gender-neutral reader) 

[mrhelgus]

Working on this mix between a person and a string instrument. It’ll be way less polished than some of my other images I feel… like an impromptu jam session with crude instruments. #art #artwork #artist #draw #drawing https://www.instagram.com/p/Bu182oCh1Gh/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=l508habg17f5

[stankoniajones]

A quick and dirty Gunwitch gallery wall. One of the few upsides of my store going out of business is that all of the gallery wall are free for impromptu photo sessions. No new work but much better lighting. #art #artist #artistsofinstagram #artistsoninstagram #instaart #instaartist #drawing #sketch #sketchbook #drawingwhileblack #gallery #gallerywall #witch #witchcraft #magicbullet #magic #blackexcellence #blackmagic #fantasyart #comic #comicart #dope #dopeart #dopeartist #doodle #characterdesign #ink #inkdrawing #wip #micron #pencildrawing https://www.instagram.com/p/B0YyAPfhwHA/?igshid=apbqgbz1u00k

[4nnih6]

Impromptu Harley Quinn sketch~♥ ♦ ♥ ♦  (WIP)

pumped up about this just from doodling it.

Also, I recently got a new hard drive, named it Harley Carbine! ...one half for this character and another you can guess if you’ve known me long enough ;)