#Scrawling

[falcoworks]

Doing the Drawlloween thing yet again, complete with a fresh prompt list for this year!

I always try to add prompts that I don't see too often on these lists, so if you're like me and have done some form of Drawlloween/Artober/Inktober for a number of years, the odds are good that there are at least a few on this list you've never done before.

Have fun and happy Halloweeeeen!

[zosonils-art]

i’m always going on about needing to post my sketches and scribbles here perfectionism be damned so here’s me rediscovering how much fun rouge is to draw

[stellarcorpse01]

cosos.

Some strange things I did in the middle of the night days ago.

The other drawing is from an AU on Wattpad that I really like.

(HAHAHAHAHAHAHA SKIRIDI DICE 😭

[druddfkefr]

Leo stealing Venus' style... yep typical little younger brother behavior!!

Reference of pose: https://pin.it/2PIZhyGFz

[fantorreli]

hello, i'm Fantorrel. the fantasy archon. currently i'm working on destroying T905 (dear sister, leave me in peace-)

Tags: Asks - Carrier Pigeons Posts - Scrawling Interactions - bundle of sticks Reblogs - Forbidden Scrolls Reblogging Animal Posts - Pretty Beasts

some of my siblings are on here as well, such as @eldrorrok. @psychoperdelicth was killed by Eldrorrok for "treason" reasons i suppose...

there's also a few members of the group me and my siblings are enemies with on this site as well.

Harold the Herald, @stickyhandscowboy.

The Reaper, @thenewreaper.

Dresden Oakland, @prof-d-oakland. (he has a son with @sir-bright apparently- @thelaststarstriker)

A biomech, @charlie-the-biomech.

and then there's the other few, i suppose.

an alternate Clayton Costas, @beefyglowstick.

a dragon overseer, @yltharthedragon.

a survivor of Eldrorrok's rampages, @dilwynlives.

Romillacect's daughter, @amarathemoth

a space cat orc thing named Bustar, @bustarthekittyy.

a rockstar by the name of Jackie, @rockandfire.

some alternate universe O5 member, @foundations-cowboy

[demeternatiart]

Tiny Sketchbook/Art Tour

So I got this black paper sketchbook a few years ago, but I just couldn't make anything in it. I tested the paper, and the things I could use in it and the art I could make in it didn't really matched my style.

But now I got this ScrawlrBox with some nice opaque markers and black paper, so I thought why not use the sketchbook instead of the given paper (also, the paper that was in the box works better with my colored pencils than my sketchbook, so I wanted to keep the paper for a different project).

So here are some doddles.😁

[rxborne]

One foot in front of the other.

I tend to pace. It’s become something of a habit. Whenever my brain feels cluttered or upon reaching critical levels of stress I pace. I pace around the small supplement shop that I work in, taking thousands of steps around and around, walking in a circle like a bear or some other kind of proud animal who has been imprisoned in a zoo, an animal that was always king of its respective ecosystem, never meant to be subjugated to anything other than death in the hunt or of lack thereof. It’s unnatural. I am bound in restraints. I am a creature displaced from his habitat, by my own doing mostly. When I am home, I pace throughout my neighborhood, walking on paths that weave in and out of the forest, teasing my brain with the illusion of a return to nature, an escape. I listen to Scriabin with wired headphones, one ear off so that I may hear the rustling of leaves, the song of the birds, the water moving through the pathetic little stream that was once great but has been made small and dry most of the year due to its source being subverted to make way for new construction. I don’t look down upon it for these things, I understand what that is like. I used to look forward to going to this bridge that passed over the stream at its widest so that I could look down upon all the different wildlife, snakes and turtles mostly. I haven’t seen anything alive in there in months. Still every time that I pass over this bridge I stop and search it for a sign of these little animals I had made friends with, and upon the nearly certain disappointment of finding nothing, I continue pacing around. Maybe they became jaded with the state of things and returned to a place that felt like home. I have long struggled with understanding the concept of home. 

I have lived many different places but everywhere I have stayed for more than a brief visit I have ended up feeling like that bear in captivity. I am aware of how cliché this type of thought is. I don’t feel sorry for myself, I simply recognize the pattern of my own emotions. I often wonder if maybe the type of place, the type of people I could surround myself with, has simply ceased to exist, maybe even long before my birth. I try to discard this kind of thinking, all that it does is begin the great downwards spiral. The world is quite large and has 8 trillion or billion people I don’t know which one it is. It’s quite possible that my home rests upon the peak of some great mountain, or down on the sands of a glittering beach. At times I believe that I will never know unless I scour the earth, pacing up and down every single place that I think might make my heart sing and my spirit soar.

You hear all the time that you will never be happy or content until you have your “mission”. Up to this point in my life it feels that my life has been made up of bearing various yokes, once again mostly self-imposed. So much clutter and slop, it feels as if my mission has been lost under this black pile of spiritual refuse. But I think that you cannot seek this mission out. Just like how they say that you cannot seek true love out, it must come to you, and you must claim it when it does appear, lest you find yourself out of luck for the next decade until it reappears, maybe forever. It is one of the cruel ironies of life. If you search for something so hard that it consumes you, you are fated to roam the earth for the rest of your days searching, left with want and unfulfilled desire up until you close your eyes for the last time. Maybe home will come to me if I simply forget about the cage that I pace in. Maybe true love will appear like an apparition in the night, whisking me off to paradise. But I don’t think that’s how things work. I must become true love; I must become the human embodiment of paradise. I must pray and become so mindful of every single molecule that makes up my body and mind and how they can affect that which surrounds me that I ascend and become pure light, illuminating the path forward, forever ending this ceaseless pacing.

One day I will disappear and maybe somebody will wonder what has become of me, not having a single clue until they step outside in the morning to grab their coffee or head to a job and feel the warmth of my light washing over them, filling their heart to the brim with the hope of a new day begun. They will immediately recognize this warmth as the same warmth that they enjoyed when held in my embrace and shared a laugh. I will have become pure love & joy. A reminder that in every new day is a new life. I will have found my home.

I will have become the sun.

[kabrox18]

after several years i've finished this painting/photo study

[0phelya]

My honest opinion about him.

[lovesickgoose]

Powder Blue ▪︎ Trant/Titus ▪︎ Explicit 🔞 ▪︎ 2,323 words

"A recently officially divorced Trant visits possibly the worst glory hole in the local area. He's not done this kind of thing before."

[falcoworks]

Reminder that if you're shopping for servers full of furries, artists, nerds, and furry art nerds, we got just the place over on Discord!

[zosonils-art]

been in the mood to draw pokémon lately so i doodled my current team in pla :]

[stellarcorpse01]

—cositos (my boys)

They were just drawings to try out an attempt at a more dynamic canvas, but it seems as if King Dice is jealous or disgusted with The Devil and Henchman lol.

I like the friendship or working relationship of the Devil and Henchman, they are very cute💕

(I drew the ugliest teapot of my filthy life, chamo)

[brownweaselpoetry]

he asks me if I’d do him a favor

if I leave

or, when I leave

would I let him know

and would I let him know

which game I’m moving to

so he can follow me there

we aren’t skilled in saying it

but I think -

I guess that is love

I guess that is love.

[fantorreli]

just realized that since i no longer "own" T905 more of my siblings can walk in and screw things up,

and one wants all of a specific type of creature dead..

... this.. probably isn't gonna be good.

crossing my fingers they're actually dead!

[sleeparademon]

DONT TOUCH MY STUFF!!!!!