#It was supposed a silly quick sketch

[caffellatte-cosmico]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

STILL thinking about drunk chess actually

stupid as hell bonus:

[childdevourer1]

And these lines aren't wrinkles, dear heart

They're just dollops of paint on a new work of art

Happy 13 years! 🌪🎉

[gavramous]

i'm coming out as an agender!ghost truther <3

[cobaltfluff]

a self-indulgent crossover :3c

(persona boyfriends x heartsteel league of legends)

[gentlelass]

-🤍 Morderie’s own brand of “domestic fluff”💢-

This was funnier in my head.

[mockingnerd]

WIP of a wine-loving white woman

uh oh not only am I drawing again but I’m drawing a person and now I have to remember how to colour

[mafiatsunafish]

[squidlykitten]

[toiletshit]

l felt like drawing something silly.

[aeb-art]

sighs

[emobricosss]

It's too hot to do anything. I only have random sketches of designs.

Chrysalis redesign with mantis-like shapes and a mane like swamp seaweed. She's a real queen ngl.

Very quick sketch of my reimagine of Shining Armor, because I've always been confused by the fact that he was named armor, but he never reminded me of armor?? My bro deserves to live up to his name for once in his life. I like to think that the entire Sparkle family is of Marwari breed, or at least partially with Marwari roots. His horn is supposed to remotely resemble a sword, but I honestly don't know how to do it in a way that doesn't look silly. Anyway, it's the best I could come up with.

Reimagine of Flurry Heart, but I changed it a lot because I honestly don't feel a strong connection to the original. She is now Cupid Heart and resembles the appearance of a cupid statue. I think it suits her because her parents also look like Venus, goddess of love, and Mars, god of war. Her appearance symbolizes great love, which again reminds me of cupid. But she's not a boy like God Cupid. BUT I think she looks and will look androgynous in the future /It doesn't make any deep sense, I just like androgynous characters/ I had to remove her horn by the way, because it just didn't fit the character.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

oh noooo or whatever

bonus aka The Real Motive Behind This:

SURPRISE double bonus. textless ver of the first pic under the cut

[jhinton1c]

the silly this was supposed to be a quick sketch lets color it and next thing i knew it was 3hrs later

[tiredsmashbros]

LIP BITE COMIC PART ONE {CLICK HERE}

GOOD GOD IT'S FINALLY DONE... maybe. even though i still plan on making a part 3 i'm going to take a fatass break first + plan it out more better in the future. for now enjoy this meal silly goobers

aight now for some quick behind the scenes lore: this took way longer than i was expecting with 17 PAGES in total while taking the opportunity to experiment this type of sketch + comic style. i have a BAD habit of starting a story with just a minor draft idea, and with the more i progress the more i start changing the plot. like- this was supposed to end with smg4 in the bathroom embarrassed but i didn't like it anymore + the scene of smg3 opening the pickle jar was rewritten to fit a better narrative. i have a difficulty elaborating a short story so i might do mini comics for now as practice. furthermore, i tend to get wAY into making sure the character's are accurate as possible to the original material. been doing my best to get out of that strict mindset and just enjoy it being fun and remind myself it's okay to break some cracks. doesn't need to be perfect after all ;^)

other than that, i want to sincerely thank everyone for supporting and enjoying the first part of this silly comic. never have i ever received such a positive response that not only has scared the shit out of me, but motivated me to make more for me as a person, artist, and for everyone in the smg4 community. genuinely has made me so happy this past month and i can't explain how much i am so excited to just start drawing these guys and everyone else in the cast + other fun stuff!! 💛

now i'm going to play wuwa and hide for a day bye bye :3c

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

one time, on a trip into town, you buy a hammock from the camping supplies store.

it’s a quick trip, insignificant. but, you’d argue that any time you get to spend with logan is significant.

you ride into town on his motorcycle, your front pressed into his back, your head resting against his shoulder, wind whipping your hair. he tells you to stay put while he runs into the general store— being two of the older residents of the x-mansion, you often go into town and buy a stash of stuff for your rooms.

logan gets beer, cigars, beef jerky, crossword puzzles, cards, razors, and a new pair of aviators.

you get pencils, oranges, iced teas, rolling papers, batteries, sunscreen, and lavender body wash.

you also get condoms, bandages, painkillers, and whatever else the mansion’s infirmary might need.

and one day, you get a hammock.

logan finds you leaning against his motorcycle, a small brown bag in your grasp. he nods to it, asking what it is silently.

you’re fluent in his language.

“it’s a hammock,” you beam, “it’s supposed to be 90 degrees tomorrow. i figured i can set it up on the edge of the woods and relax.”

he just smirks and shakes his head at you.

“cmon. we’ll be late to supper.”

the next day, he finds you just where you said you’d be. you’re dressed in shorts and a tanktop, lounging with one of your iced teas and your sketch book.

logan throws a sandwich at you, startling you.

“lounging about, spitfire?” he wonders and you roll your eyes.

“you’re just jealous that you don’t let yourself relax.”

he scoffs, defensively.

“of course i do.” he grumbles, and you shake your head.

“okay, prove it. come sit.” you say, moving to sit up, patting the area on your hammock where he can sit.

he saunters over, letting himself sit down, and—

immediately, the straps that are wrapped around two parallel trees snap, causing both of you to fall down, right onto the ground.

right. his skeleton alone weighs 200 pounds.

both of you sit there for a minute before you’re laughing at how silly it, leaning against him as you laugh your ass off.

your hammock was nice while it lasted.

but, you wind up laying on the hammock’s fabric, the sun shining just a bit through the shade of the trees. you wind up sketching him as he naps, focusing on the curve of his nose, his side burns, and his hands.

your sketchbook is full of drawings of his hands.