#-.^ these drawings could Not get more indulgent

[evilejfan]

I wrote a thing... if anyone would like to indulge me. I'd like some feedback even? It's a short headcannon? Maybe? Anyways, here goes nothing:

Morning Ritual

He sat on the edge of the bed in his underwear and stared at the uniform resting accusingly in the chair across from him. The freshly lit cigarette between his lips began drawing thin tendrils of smoke past his eyes making them gently water. With a heavy sigh, he rolled his head back, exhaled a lungful of smoke and closed his eyes momentarily wishing he could be somewhere else.

Where?

Anywhere but here.

As he leaned forward again, placing his elbows on his knees, the sounds of muffled screams could be heard through the thick walls. Upon his arrival, he initially found the noises thrilling, arousing even. The sounds of the unjust being punished for their crimes used to send chills of excitement through him. But lately he only heard the squeals and mewls of people who only wanted to be free. People who only wanted to be left alone.

People like himself.

He stood, reaching for the blood-soaked pants and began to pull them on. He used to get his uniform laundered every day, insisting that the ‘clothes make the man’; but soon the charm of his position wore thin. He slowly began to realize how much of a prisoner he really was, how much he and the reagents had in common. So, washing the blood off became less and less of a priority. Now he wore his bloody clothes as another badge.

But not one of honor.

The uniform weighed heavy on his frame- pants, shirt, tie, jacket. He stood in front of the cracked mirror and ground his teeth. He looked like a fucking rent-a-cop. He felt like a fucking joke. Reaching to the bedside table he stubbed out the butt of his smoke in the overflowing ashtray, shaking his head in doubt. He used to keep a clean ashtray as well.

What happened to him?

Screams again. Desperate cries for mercy echoing down the corridors of the facility. His head snapped up at the sound and he caught another glimpse of himself in the mirror, his eyes slowly shifting over the reflection of his shoulder and landing on the closet behind him.

He needed Genny. He needed his authority.

He strode to the small closet against the wall and slowly pulled it open. She waited patiently for him inside. His tool, his trade. The battery pack took the weight of the uniform away and suddenly he felt light. The handle of the prod fitting snugly into his palm, into the worn leather glove protecting his scarred hand. The wires spiraling up his arm to the pack embraced him with a quiet intimacy. Genny was the only woman he trusted, she only purred for him.

The next scream brought a curl of a smile to his lips. He felt more himself. He had nothing in common with anyone at this place.

Justice. They were being taught to respect authority. They were being taught to obey him.

Coyle pulled his cap onto his head and slid his shades on before lighting another cigarette. He took one last glance in the mirror and nodded, breaking into an even wider grin. There he was. Not a joke, but a scourge. A man of justice and law. As he slipped out of the room and headed for the first trial of the morning, he chuckled quietly as another scream became music to his ears.

[bwamatoast]

we need more armpit tickling art../nf

so cruel... do we really....

[diurnalvl]

seven years ago, they used to be friends. almost.

1 / 2 / ?

[windydrawallday]

I enjoy sharing with @cometchasinglove headcanons about how Earthspark Starscream tends to be a flustered mess... but keeps most of these reactions to himself.

Except if taken by surprise... breaking his no-touchy personal barrier is the easiest way to achieve that.

[employee052]

this is your reminder to make ur cringy n self indulgent art bc cringe is dead and you gotta live life (I say, despite the fact i still feel a bit cringe but im being so brave abt it)

lettin myself post n do more art for myself so apologies for the more selfshippy art than usual

[lonichedgehog]

cowboy bebop x trigun crossover pls :3

Well anon, you didn't specify how the crossover needed to be so I indulged a little.

Thanks for the request! :>

[poke-poke-poke]

XY

uh just one wip here-

i kept redoing the bg lol (one was water - one was a 'hall' of xerneas's antlers - one was a rainbow staircase with xerneas's colours-- etc)

but. i couldnt get them to look right (>_>)b

[rhania]

Found a WIP for a painting I didn't end up using for the GhostSoap zine I was a part of earlier this year, and felt absolutely compelled to finish it this week. Really wishing I had hnnngh. Couldn't decide how much paint to smear on his face, if any.

The png for his tattoo is taken from this post!

[chitinleg]

so if someone was theoretically going to write a fic based off of the tags on that one very excellent garashir artwork you did... what would be a suitable villain role and/or scheme for garak to play? i know basically nothing about spy media and even less about james bond. i googled "most homoerotic james bond villain" and that was interesting but not helpful for this scenario... idk i want to really do this justice so i figured i could ask, since you came up with the idea in the first place and i guess that means this is a gift for you? and everyone else who liked that piece? thank you for your time :)

this is SUCH a charming question to receive!!! it's an honor that my art might inspire others to create! that said, here is my advice: i think you should follow your heart, mainly! i say this to everyone about everything but its very true, with writing especially, i think, you might want to write things that are especially interesting to you so that its exciting to keep going with them

personally, i don't watch a lot of spy media, i disliked james bond as a kid and i still dislike him now, so the character archetypes and plots from that wouldn't interest me enough to write a fanfic off of—i could read ds9 fic based off of them easily bc i love the ds9 characters!!! but. i couldn't write like that. therefore, i can't give you useful answers from that canon. i can give you this, but i don't know if it will be helpful: i think i would first start with the question—what about garak excites you? what puts you on the edge of your seat with him? what about julian—what actions do you like to see him take? what decisions of his make you giddy? how do you like to dig into his character? how do you like to dig into garak's? if you write down the answers to your question, it becomes the puzzle of how you can get everything you want out of the fic. the beautiful thing about the holosuite is that anything can happen at all, and while you're telling a spy story, it doesn't have to all be spy tropes. you could, if you wanted, play out a shakespeare play (your favorite shakespeare play, assuming you don't hate them all) as if it were a spy thriller! Sure, what's Twelfth Night as a spy thriller? We already have many characters playing with the fluidity of identity, going by different names, taking on different roles, gaining trust and acting on their own best interests. Just raise the stakes a little. is this insane? i feel insane. is it worth anything? i hope so. my ending point is: i am not so good at writing advice! i'm a much better drawer than a worder, but it's a gift already that you've said my art has motivated your desire to create!!!!!!!!! from there on—don't worry about what i want at all, don't worry about doing my work justice!!! take what excites you about the idea, take what excites you from your own ideas, and build it into something that makes you giddy to work on!!! i believe in you, and you have the world at your fingertips!!!!!!

[nosferatufaggot]

Becky Botsford jr high version is such a coin toss because I could totally see her leaning HEARD into academics and wanting to be taken seriously.........but you also cannot tell me she isn't wearing an alicorn onesie to sleep each night.

[beatcroc]

listen. i love pizza tower with my whole heart & mind. you know this. you Know. but first and foremost i am a character design bitch, and the pizzas are, frankly, very bland. this is not a critique or a complaint, because obviously That's Not The Point and more importantly i would be horrified if anyone tried doing that much animation with anything more complex than what's there. but also it means when i get a taste of some truly whack ass insane design work again it is like fuuuucking catnip

[burymeinwillow]

Everytime I draw Joe Cartwright I get overwhelmed with the desire to only ever draw Joe

[technovillain]

tim schafer has an insurmountable amount of swag and i need to be like him

[erythristicbones]

i don't feel like copying what i wrote, so take some screenshots of me having brainworms for the JDK villains again. primarily spurred by me going "hey wouldn't Nisha and Artemis and Apollo make cool rockstars instead"

[tittysuckersworld]

am i finally designing my own ssk designs through the years? mayhaps.....

[poke-poke-poke]

Maybe it would be better to have it on Do not disturb...  

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