#a lil sketch I did a bit ago

[thatphantomtroupelady]

[daylighted]

oh em gee i was about to go to sleep but i was js thinking about how baby!reader and sam would also be really close i think

and so maybe one night like during a hunt sam finds baby just like upset cause she’s trying to figure out what a lore book or whatever says and she’s frustrated 1. cause she can’t read it and 2. she doesn’t understand why her eyes are suddenly wet and why she’s feeling this way cause she’s never felt this before

and so sam just like teaches her how to read a little maybe and just helps her understand what she’s feeling and why

IDKKK I JS THOUGHT THAT WAS SO CUTIE

(also trust i know baby is a badass i’m just leaving this thought here (LOVEE YOU AND YOUR WRiTING<3333))

STOP THIS MADE ME GO 🥺 LITERALLY OH MY GOD. i hope i can get this to u before u fall asleep so it can be... ironically ... like a bedtime story :')

and i agree baby is a lil badass so so much and part of that is bc girl feels all of her things SO unapologetically :') !!! so i love this and have been meaning to think more on sam n baby's dynamic too so it is PERFECT.

they were always looking at those books, splayed out on whatever shoddy surface the motel room had. sometimes they had tables shoved into corners, or desks pressed so tightly against a wall that the wallpaper cracked behind it, the little space clearly not equipped for every bit of furniture the owners wanted to cram inside of it.

either way, you'd become aware of the winchesters habits, and that was one of them. a worn and faded leather book beneath one of their big hands, skimming the lines like they'd seen what was in the pages a million times, enough to know where in the book to flip to when they wanted something in particular.

dean went on a food and coffee run after begrudgingly admitting to the fact that this one was going to take all night, and sam decided to jump in the shower while he was gone, leaving you at the desk squished between the wall and the tv stand, one of the books open under your hand.

it was nothing special. inky lines and rough sketches across every page, some things crossed out and others underlined. you'd flipped through the entirety of the book to make sure that this really was all there was to it, and sure enough, there wasn't a deviation. every page had scribbly shapes on it, and every other page a scribbled drawing, and it didn't make any sense.

dean sometimes held the book up on its edge, nose pressed in close like he was trying to read in between what was on the pages, so you tried that, too. you were waiting for something big to happen. that was another thing about the winchesters; looking at one of these leathery things full of paper always led to pieces of whatever case to click together.

nothing clicked. nothing made sense. this was another thing that they shared, something programmed into them that was left out when it came to the making of you, and it was devastating.

you try to breathe in, but your chest catches on it, lips parted as you gasp on it. your throat is tight. your eyes have water in them. all of this at once surely must have meant you were dying, right? you'd breathed normally up until now, and your throat didn't feel like it was closing until now, and your eyes weren't supposed to have water coming out of them, streaming down your cheeks in little rivers, pooling on the desk's warbled surface.

you get up, the catch in your chest only getting worse, banging on the room's bathroom door. sam's shower had stopped running a few minutes ago, so you knew he was in there, either half dressed or holding a plastic thing in his mouth with something foamy on his lips. they did that a lot. helped you do it, too, even though you didn't remember the word for it. how were you supposed to think right now? you were dying.

"sammy?" you ask, and your voice even sounds weaker. you hit the door harder, a little whimper in your throat, terror clawing at the lump like it was trying to break through it. "sammy..."

the door tugs open, sam's tall figure looming over you, a look of concern written into his features. "what's wrong?" it clicks a second after the words leave his mouth, concern half giving way to something sympathetic. "baby."

you keep wiping at your eyes but it keeps coming. "there's something in my throat. and my eyes—" you rub your palms into your eyes, trying to shove the rivers back into the sockets. "they're leaking. they're leaking, they're—"

sam melts further, stepping forward to wrap his arms around you. he's as warm as the bathroom air, slipping through the gapped door he stood in. "you're crying," he says slowly, gently, palm rubbing down your spine, soothing the choke in your voice, "that's alright. nothing's wrong. people cry, sometimes."

that was reassuring, but how were you supposed to get it under control? sure, you weren't dying, but you were a little out of your league, here.

your lack of answer seems to prompt sam to continue, his chin resting on the crown of your head. "what were you doing?" he asks, taking a step backwards to be able to see your face better. "before you started crying. so i can try and fix it, or help, or anything you need."

you point behind you, to the misplaced desk and the stupid leather thing full of useless pages. "i tried to look at it. like you and dean do."

sam nods in understanding, the concern now fully crumbled through and leaving that sympathetic, glimmery look in his eyes.

"it didn't make any sense. i don't know what is in there. it's all just lines and shapes and..." you throw your hands up in frustration, and what do you know? the tears have stopped, and the very familiar feeling of unwarranted fury sits on your tongue. "it is stupid. that thing is unhappy."

the corner of sam's lips quirk. "it can be unhappy." he steps around you, hand on your elbow to easily brush past you. "it's a book. one of dad's. details about the things we hunt on cases."

"books are unhappy."

there was no getting through to you right now, but sam always tried. dean sometimes just got frustrated along with you, but sam always managed to maintain the gentleness that came with trying to teach you the comings and goings of humanity.

he picks the book up and flips through the pages, and you almost see red, knowing that, in that moment, he was doing the exact thing you couldn't. but then he lifts a hand, motioning you to come closer with his finger. "it's unhappy, but it's not gonna bite," sam says, dropping his hand to tug the chair back for you to sit down. you do, though not without the stubborn reluctance. "look at the line at the top."

"no." a puff of angry breath leaves your mouth along with the words. "i already know i do not see what you and dean see. i do not want to start doing the crying again."

sam laughs this time, finger dropping to the line in reference. "it's a sentence. everything on this page is sentences, made up of words that you read." his nail traces the beginning of the page. "that word? wendigo."

your eye is twitching. "i cannot do the read either." you shove his finger out of the way, lifting the book close up to your face. "it looks like loopies and droopies."

"the loopy is a w," he cages you in from behind, one arm on your right side holding him up, the other's index finger back at the word. "words are made of letters. letters are... yeah, for the most part, loopies and droopies."

it sounds silly in sam's mouth, but, whatever. it made sense to you. "the word i told you? wendigo?" he traces beneath the word as he goes, "w-e-n-d-i-g-o."

you stare at it, each piece of the word and then all at once, mouthing the letters to yourself. very fun first word to learn, but that was only one on the whole page, and that was not enough for you. you wanted to understand everything. you hold the book close to your face, again like dean, as you scan over every sentence and word and letter.

sam is patient behind you, and quiet, as he lets you study. you slam the book down, the spine colliding with the wood echoing in the little room. you point at a word in the middle of the page. "when."

forget the loopy in the middle. you saw wen and knew it.

sam pats your shoulder. "yeah, that says when," he reaches up to the desk to close the book, pushing it closer to the rest of books in their pile, "not a very good starting place for learning to read, so we'll do something else later, how about that?"

he pushes it away, so you grab it, palm flat and possessive over the hardcover. "i want this one. i know two words in it already."

"baby, there are words in that book that even i don't know how to say," sam says, giving you that look that he always tends to when, and you quote, you're being a little too bossy. "we'll start with the hotel keycard. or the tv guide. very much easier, and not as scary of a topic."

"but—"

"you are already overwhelmed." his voice is so gentle. him and dean have this way of bottling up all of your intense feelings and condensing them into something more manageable for all three of you. "i don't think you want to cry again tonight, so we're starting slow. with how you're learning, it won't take long until you're up there with me and dean, reading easy and naturally."

your eyes roll. his brighten with amusement. "i just don't want to feel so different and wrong." you meet his gaze, and the amusement has tampered, replaced with a sadness that must be reflected in your own. "you and dean do things all the time that i can't. i want to."

"we'll get you there." sam's words are a solid promise, hand coming up to ruffle the mess of your hair. "but in the meantime, no more crying. you shouldn't want to be like me and dean. you're fine just like this."

even you knew that sounded cheesy. you're about to tell him as such, but he holds up a finger. "we know all of this as easily as we do because we grew up too fast, and too afraid. you don't ever need to be upset that you didn't go through all that we did." he lifts your hand off of the book, using that gentle grip to yank you out of the seat and away from your dried tears on the desktop. "but it's normal. normal to cry, normal to get upset over things you can't do. baby, if you're worried about not fitting in with us because you don't feel human enough, that just makes you even more like us than you think."

you might have asked him about that part, but it seemed a little too invasive. you had some limitations to the endless array of questions you bombarded them both with. instead, you move to stand in front of the tv, staring at it, trying to will it on.

"take it to the tv guide." you nod toward it, eyes narrowing still in your efforts to peer pressure it on. "i want to learn to read the show dean watches."

sam grabs a little rectangle off of the stand, shaking his head. "no. no, you really don't."

notes. tagging everyone in this one bc i am classifying it as an official part^tm in the babyverse hope u dont mind.

tags. @titsout4jackles @honeyryewhiskey @ultravi0lence14 @figthoughts @theosaurous @stereotypicalbarbie @whyyouegg @eepwtf @rositaslabyrinth @rubyvhs @aileenunfiltered @abox-of-rocks @sunsbaby @bluemerakis @jollyhunter @misatxox @sunsettsam @angelblqde @bombarda-babe @unfortunate-brat @funkycoloured @chevroletdean @chiierful @cowboysandcigarettes @voidsuites @bitchykittenconnoisseur @beausling @soldiersgirl @dulcescorderitas @hyacinnths @couturewinx @blushpinkdoll @mccartneyqp @svbnra @angelicalm3ss @nperoconelcositoarriba

[mothsandsnails]

scary imagery a lil bit!!

hello everynyan :3 ik this isn’t roblox but i wanted to post this piece of gabriel i did a little bit ago ^_^

honestly i think this sketch version is a lil creepier but i may be biased considering i had this guy stare at me while i played roblox ………..

i still have posting anxiety gfbfnsmalcndns

pls don’t smite me AHHH

[cabi-leodrann]

Cabi! Big fan Joffrey here!

I wanted to ask, every time I see your art not only am I stunned by the quality, but also by the sheer uniqueness in style and character design. I've never seen a lamb designed quite like yours, it's so perfectly yours. What went into the inspiration behind the characters design, especially facially? Did you try and mimick a real lamb, or was there a more fantasy-element that you veered toward?

I can't specifically put my finger on it, but it gives me vague Warframe vibes. It's such a beautifully odd design and I can't get enough.

Love your work, love everything you do, can't wait to see what's next!

Hope you're well, stay safe, take care!

First of all, your ask is one of the biggest compliments I ever had in my life, I will keep it forever. You're an absolute chad! Second of all, those are very interesting questions, and I will be very happy to answer to them!

It started more or less with this drawing I made *look at the date* 2 years ago apparently. Way before I even thought of an AU- I didn't had much in mind, beside doing something that looked cool tbh.

I was very happy with the flow of it, and how it came out. And when I drew the Lamb again, I would try to nail THIS design.

The thing is, with time, I had a really big problem: Lamb looked way too young when I thought of them more as an adult. I had too much of the original game design guiding me, making a Lamb that was too cute and childlike for what I wanted. (And also, the head did not go well with the rest of the body holy shi-)

Came those drawings! I was happier with the look, Lamb was older! And I found the colored design quit nice! (I used a sheep picture as reference, but I don't think I used it well, compared to now. I used the reference for details, when I should have gone for overall shape first.) I still wanted something simpler to draw tho. The colored design was nice for an illustration, a one time gig, but I got pretty annoyed pretty fast at trying to nail the face every time. And from those attempt, you get the sketches on the right. (I also wanted to get away from other artiste's interpretation of Lamb, and at the time of those drawing, I didn't felt like I was away enough)

From those previous sketches, the idea for THaB started to emerge. I also still had problem with Lamb's design. Especially the hair. I was inspired by black hair, which is usually not a problem, but I was never happy with how it looked on Lamb specifically. I can draw black hair, I can draw black characters, but this mother-fucker would never feel satisfying to draw or finish 👀

And one day, as THaB was solidifying in my mind, I made a series of sketches that I posted! And one of them was the most important in Lamb's final design. This lil guy! (this design didn't came out of nowhere tho, Lamb was evolving into this as I kept trying. But I wont show those sketches, because those are spoilers =3)

And soon after, I made a comic that was supposed to only be a one shot, just a POV of Lamb and there reaction to Nari' telling them to die for him. But you know, things got out of hand lol

As I continued the comic and doodles on the side, I finally made myself a reference board, with real life images that were close to the vibe of this head drawing. (And I cannot stress enough how those references solidified Lamb's design as a whole. Draw with references, it is life changing. The more reference you get, the more your visual library will get diverse, and the more interesting detail and shape you will add to your art in general.) (I'd also add this: understand what you are drawing, make research and stay curious for every bit of info on everything. You never know when these nuggets of knowledge will help you as you create)

As I kept drawing the Lamb, they evolved! Things changed, slowly, like the shape of the nose, the shape of the eyes, how the hair flowed. You see those change at the face, but also on the body! As the idea of THaB's Lamb got clearer, the design got more specific. (I also got better at drawing! This comic make me draw way more often then before, and it shows)

Something before I finish: the other Cult of the Lamb character's design are way more inspired by their animals, when Lamb is more in the human spectrum. I thought of changing Lamb at some point, to make it fair/coherent, but I loved the design too much to change it again. This AU is something I do for fun, and even if it would have been more logical to change them... I don't want to-

As for the vague Warframe vibes: I play the game! And I found the character design absolutely stunning. So I am definitely influenced by the game without knowing it lol

Thank you very much, again, for your kind words! I also wish you the best, and see you next post =D

TL;DR: Lamb design, at first, wasn't inspired by much, beside the game and my style at the time. But as I retried to make them, added more intent, they got more refined. What really nailed the idea was to have real life references on the side.

[beefscrap]

CONTEST HONORABLE MENTIONS

A total of 12 designs were submitted for this contest. Holy crap! I couldn’t ask for more. Not only that but they were all so goddamn cool and creative. It was HARD picking the top three out of all of them. So if you weren’t chosen, you should still be so proud of yourself!! Thank you to each and every one of you for your submissions.

Everyone who didn’t get first place can do whatever they wish with their designs, ofc. Whatever you choose, I wanted to do a LITTLE something to express my thanks. So I did a stupid little doodle for each of them :]

THE SUBMISSIONS

The first submission, and a GREAT start! I love your clean style, and the colors you used. Like I said before, I LOVE the birthmark

SO BADASS!!! Nugget never fails to make an amazing design. The headcanons are so silly and entertaining to think abt. Imagining a dragon who loves to walk on his hind legs for no reason like lmaooo

The colors here are FANTASTIC. The fades between each scale plate are super unique. I really love the pattern of the stars, too. Just a super cool style in general.

I ADORE the idea of nightwing scales going white with age for this dude. As I said before I loveee how he’s shaped. So many fun lore ideas were added to this guy. I love old men

Beautiful wings and awesome colors. The combo of red and blue is really cool. You have such a pretty style!!! And I love their big ears

Another baddassss designnnn. Face marking you added is something I just can’t get over. I had so much fun reading the lore.. and his name (Sickle-Moon) is so cool sounding.??! Where do yall find these names

(As I’ve said) I haven’t seen compression gloves like this for a dragon before! That’s so cool! And the pattern on them makes them even better. The blues are great - need more blue Nightwings in my life

The amount of detail put into this is CRAZY. Especially with those accessories - holy crap. They were something i particularly kept note of because of the job this character has in the story …

Love love loveddd this guy. Again, the tear drop jewelry was something I kept in mind and really liked. There’s so much care put into the scales in this drawing. Omg some of you have patience that I do NOT

[fullymyself]

While you were sleeping - part 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word count: 2,847

Summary: The story is based on the movie While You Were Sleeping. You work at a café and have a secret crush on Steve Rogers, the super soldier who has been coming to the shop every week to grab a coffee and sketch. One day, he is attacked right in front of the café and, even though you manage to save his life, he falls into a deep coma. All it takes is one misplaced comment and now the whole hospital and the Avengers think you’re Steve’s secret fiancée. What’s worst is that now you find yourself falling for his best friend.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of injury but very light, lil bit of angst

Notes: Hi, hope you are doing well! This is a rewrite of a fic I wrote many years ago when I had a different tumblr. This story has been stuck in my head for a very long time so I had to rewrite it. It's gonna be at least 3 parts but I'll try to post the others as soon as I can. This part is more to situate the story, it's not set on any specific time or event of the MCU so everyone is alive, happy and thriving (like the olden days Avengers fics). To compensate for the lack of Bucky on this chapter I added a special easter egg at the end.

Also, this fic deals a lot with the theme of loneliness, which is something I struggle a lot with too. So, if you happen to relate to the themes in this fic, pease don't forget that even though you might feel like it you're not alone and if you need someone to talk I'm always willing to listen! (And I know I'm not the only one)

Hope you enjoy it and feedback is always welcome!

You’d grown accustomed to being alone, not by choice but lack thereof. Having no family was already hard, but trying to find friendship and community in a city like New York, as an adult, was almost impossible. It’s not like you were completely alone, you had friends from work and acquaintances but no one was as close to you as you would like. You really wish more people would talk about how lonely and shitty adulting could be.

Life was monotone, everyday felt pretty much the same. Wake up, commute, work, commute, get home to your cat, watch something to distract yourself, clean up, sleep and repeat. Few things actually brought something different to your daily life, so that’s why when Steve walks into the café on a especially hard day you get an immediate crush.

He was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen and every time he walked into the café you could see people stop on their tracks and pretty much collectively sigh – you included. First time he came to the café you froze, absolutely butchering the order you were taking care of and spilling burning hot coffee all over yourself. Thankfully you didn’t really get any significant burns but Steve almost leapt over the counter to help you. And that’s what did it, not his beautiful smile or his great ass, how he actually worried about you on that moment and came to the rescue.

You tried to reason with yourself that that moment was just a reflection of his job — you were pretty sure being a hero was not a 9 to 5 and more of a life commitment – but even thought you knew you were not special and that he’d do it for anyone else, you couldn’t help the soul crushing crush from developing.

He came to the café at least once a week, he’d sit on a secluded table near the window and sketch for a while, sipping on some coffee and eventually ordering a piece of the freshest pie. While he did so you were pretty much useless, going through your tasks pitifully oblivious to everything around you but him.

“You know…” Celeste, your coworker says as she moves to turn off the oven you had forgotten about, before the muffins tun to ash. “before you end up burning this place down and putting us out of a job, you totally should give him your number.”

“Ha! Yeah, that’s a great idea!” You say ironically, you’ve had this conversation plenty of times before, she always urging you to do something about your feelings and you refusing. “Hello Mr. Most-Perfect-Man-And-Hero-Of-America, here’s my number so we can go on a date and get married or you can totally reject me and make my work even more awkward than it already is or simply disappear so I’ll never see your face again other than in the news…”

“Okay okay I get it” She rolls her eyes but places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “But just so you know, I think you should give yourself more credit.”

-

Days go by and Christmas fast approaches, intensifying your feelings of loneliness bit by bit. You try to hype yourself up for the holiday like you do every year, decorating the house, setting up a tree, buying gifts for your neighbors and coworkers. But deep down all of that is more of a distraction than a remedy. Celeste and your neighbors have offered for you to spend Christmas with them but, being with other peoples families while feeling like an outsider only makes you feel even more lonely – you know from experience from a few times you tried forcing yourself into those situations before.

Turns out you get the perfect excuse to refuse those invitations. Your boss Jerry comes to the café one day insisting you work on the holiday, even though you have already negotiated the day off. It takes some convincing to make you give up on your plans to stay in and enjoy some movies and cheap wine, but once he mentions how you’re the only one who doesn’t have family for the holidays, you cave.

So that’s how you end up on an empty café on a freezing Christmas morning. You watch as a few families walk around the city, rushing through the cold New York air to get to where they’re going but that’s pretty much all the people you get to see throughout your day.

Since there’s no customers you end up changing the café’s usual playlist to one of your own. You’re singing along to one of your favourites and that’s why you don’t hear when someone walks into the shop. You only hear them clearing their throat behind you, your soul almost leaving your body.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to startle you!” Steve looks at you sheepishly. Your face burns hot with embarrassment of the situation. Steve Rogers just walked in on you singing and dancing at work.

“Ah-uh… sorry, that was my bad I didn’t hear you coming in, bit of a slow day.” Steadying yourself behind the counter you take and prepare his usual order, this time to go. You don’t know if you should feel relieved or sad that he isn’t staying longer.

After you hand him his order you almost choke on your words when you’re exchanging merry Christmases since he calls you by your name. Thankfully he walks out quickly and you’re left alone with your embarrassment. You wanna facepalm and hide under the counter but before you can even move there’s a loud noise outside and every window in the café shatters from the force of whatever caused the noise.

You get up from the floor, a rush of adrenaline making your body buzz as you try to understand what just happened, when you see something move close to the front door of the shop. A large man in black tactical gear walks slowly, a weird looking gun in his hands pulsates with a weird blue energy while he aims it at something on the floor. No, not something, someone. Steve.

Before you can think better of it you grab the baseball bat hidden under the counter and walk slowly to where the man is headed, trying to be as quiet as you can while walking around the floor covered in broken glass. The man bends down to check on Steve and that’s when you take your shot, swinging the bat with full force against his head. The man immediately falls to the ground unconscious.

“Shit shit shit shit” You mumble as you move to check on Steve, he is still breathing and you can’t see any injuries other than a few cuts caused by the broken glass, but no matter what you do he won’t wake up.

Steve is taken to the nearest hospital after the ambulance is called, they take you with him since you’re a witness to the attack and also to check out your own injuries. When you get there Steve is taken to get emergency attention, you try to follow but they won’t let you since you’re not family.

As they take him away you’re left alone staring at your own reflection on the ER glass. Bitterly you whisper “But I was going to marry him”.

-

A couple of hours pass and after the police asks for your statement, a nurse ends up letting you go up to the room Steve is in, she guides you to the chair near the bed. “Let him hear your voice, dear, I’m sure he’d like to know he’s not alone.”

Before you can say anything you hear a commotion on the corridor, a cacophony of voices echoing down the hall until several people burst into the room. “This is unacceptable, his metabolism is different he need specific doctors!” You hear a faintly familiar male voice complain while another woman gasps. “He looks so pale!”

The commotion continues until everyone is in the room and you realize who they are, the freaking Avengers just walked into the room. You move to the opposite corner of the room, trying to make yourself as unnoticeable as possible as they bombard the doctors with questions.

“He is in a coma, he’s vitals are strong, brainwaves are good. He’s gonna get through this but since we don’t know much about what caused the injury we can’t say for certain what exactly is preventing him from waking up.” The doctor explains calmly only to be bluntly answered by the man you now recognize as Tony Stark. “Okay, so we know nothing. How did this happen?”

“He was shot with some sort of energy gun and it knocked him unconscious.” You whisper from the corner of the room. Everyone focuses on you now and you want to disappear.

“And who are you exactly?” Tony asks defensively, but you can’t blame him, this whole situation is just too weird. Before you can answer the nurse who guided you to the room speaks. “She’s his fiancée.”

There’s a brief moment of silence before the room erupts in voices again, you can’t keep track and you are as confused as everyone in the room. You try to interrupt their banter a few times to clarify that you definitely not Steve’s fiancée but no one would listen.

That’s until another doctor, the one who prevented you from accompanying Steve before, walks in going straight to the nurse and pointing at you. “What is she doing here?”

“Hey, buddy, she saved his life!” The police officer points out, which only makes the room erupt with comments once again.

“She saved his life?!” A beautiful red haired woman comments and there’s a pause in the commotion, everyone waiting to hear from you.

“I- Well, I might have knocked out the assailant with a baseball bat.” Your eyes keep fixed on the floor as you speak, not wanting to acknowledged the unwanted attention.

“I don’t care what she did. Visitations are for family only.” The doctor motions for you but a quick hand stops him and Tony looks him dead in the eyes. “She is family.” And there it goes again, the commotion starts and, as you try to stop everyone and clarify that you were only a witness to the attack and nothing more, everyone else keeps talking about a thousand different things and making sure you’re not kicked out, so no one hears what you have to say.

After the doctors leave you feel a gentle arm on your shoulders, it’s the woman you know know to be Natasha, her eyes glazed with unshed tears even though she tries to hold a neutral expression. “You know, we haven’t seen much of him so that’s why we didn’t know. But we always wanted him to find a nice girl and I’m so glad he found you.”

-

Later that day, when you get to escape the confines of the room you manage to speak with the nurse that started this whole situation. “Why did you say that? I’m not his fiancée!”

She looks at you like you’ve grown a second head. “But you said you were gonna marry him!”

Oh, oh no. “I was talking to myself! I just have a crush on the guy!”

“Well, next time, tell yourself you’re single and end the conversation.” She doesn’t even look mad, she just looks entertained by the whole situation. You’re conversation is then interrupted by someone coming from the room “Is there a pharmacy in the hospital? Tony needs some nitroglycerin.”

“Oh, he has a heart problem?”

“Problems. The guy has a reactor keeping his heart from collapsing, it’s a miracle he manages to get up everyday, much less keep up with this lifestyle.” As the nurse leaves to get the medicine the man turns to you, a gentle smile on his face and you think that now might be the time to tell the true and ditch this whole situation. “Honestly I think you might have saved his life, your engagement is the only good news we got in quite a while.” That shuts you up quite effectively, erasing your planed speech completely from your head. “I’m Sam by the way. And, I guess, welcome to the family!”

-

You go home that night but thoughts keep replaying in your head, especially the way everyone took you in so quickly and accepted you as family. It as wrong but it ignited a feeling you hadn’t felt in such a long time, making you feel wanted and like you belonged, even if it was a lie. You give up on sleeping and end up deciding to go to the hospital again, not really minding that it is the middle of the night.

When you get there you have no problem with getting to the room, now that the lie had spread through the hospital staff. Steve looks peaceful, more lively than when you last seen him here, but it’s very weird to see him in such a state – especially without his signature smile. You sit next to him awkwardly.

“You must be wondering what I’m going here in the middle of the night. Well, I think I should at least explain myself properly. We met at the café but I’m suddenly your fiancée, this is very sudden.. Never been engaged before so all of this is very new.” You laugh sheepishly. “I really didn’t mean for this to happen, I’m so sorry. It’s just that… I didn’t have the heart to tell them. They called me family, they seem so happy to know I was with you. I haven’t had that in such a long time. My whole family is gone and I’m all alone, so I just….” You breathe deep, you know it’s not right to keep this lie up but it takes a lot to fight against the feelings that you haven’t felt in so long, even if it’s fake. “Have you ever felt so lonely that you spend the night confusing a man in a coma?” Again you laugh, but without any mirth. “But don’t worry I’ll tell them tomorrow.”

“Actually… please, don’t.” You turn around in surprise as Sam walks into the room. “This is really the only thing keeping them together right now. Steve has been gone for a while and knowing he’s doing good, that he found love, is making them bear this situation.” He probably sees the look of despair and shame on your face because he continues. “Don’t worry, it’s not your fault. But please, I’m sure Steve will wake up soon, and when he does I’ll tell everyone the truth and that I asked you to keep it a secret. I promise.”

Sam is a nice guy and he keeps you company through the night, conversation flows naturally between the two of you. “You know, you should come to our Christmas dinner. With everything that happened no one really celebrated so we’re having a nice dinner tomorrow. Bucky will be there, you haven’t met him but I’m sure you two will love each other.” Like with the previous invitations you refuse, but this time for another reason, this time around you are afraid of feeling too much at home, only for it to be ripped away from you again.

-

A couple of months prior…

“Steve, why the hell would you want me to go to this café so bad?” Bucky sounds really irritated, it’s the almost tenth time that Steve has been pestering him about going to get coffee with him. He really doesn’t like cafés, they are always crowded, loud and have mediocre overpriced coffee. He might not make the best coffee in the world but at least he can make a decent cup without having to go through the trouble of going out and paying a truly insane amount for something he could do himself.

“They have great pie, like the one we use to eat when we were younger.” Even though he tries, Bucky has seen it one too many times and Steve’s puppy eyes will not work on him, so he just stares at the man dead serious. He knows Steve is hiding something, he was always protective of Bucky and respected his boundaries and, hell, if their pies or coffee was so good, he could just bring some.

“Okay, fine” Steve caves and leaves alone for the café. He knows that if he tells Bucky the real reason he will be even more adamant on not going, but he can’t help but think it is a shame. He just knows the woman who works at the shop is just his type and that they would get along great. His best friend has been alone for so long and he just wants him to find someone to share his life with. Sure, he has been getting much better at making friends but it is still very hard in a city like New York and especially when you’re a man out of his own time.

If you're here, thank you so much for reading! I really hope you enjoyed it!

I'm in the process of writing the next part, so I'll probably post it this week.

[duckieduccss]

✨Family Bonding✨

Finally colored in the sketch i did some days ago for Father’s Day. Like i said then, this was inspired by the trans pride stop motion short. The idea of Godzilla taking the time to both learn & support their child from love was really sweet (loved it a lot ^^) & most importantly, i loved the idea as a whole too. Along with that i decided to add a lil bit more of context and i based it off the question: “what about the bow”

[Feel free to read the following if youd like]

When Godzilla first found out about their child, he felt compelled to do everything for her. To him, seeing her happy & smile was much more important. If she was happy being herself, he was happy too. Following this, he would often have conversations with his daughter. Spending more time together & asking her how she was feeling. Thankfully, she always responded to be happy, going as far to confess she felt that way thanks to her own father. For listening & loving her always. Godzilla was relieved, knowing he did well in being a father & taking on the task of caring for another living being. He continued to be there for her ultimately coming to the opportunity for her to express her true self. At first, she couldn’t decide on what, then later debating on what could fit best for a kaiju like her (originally she wanted a dress but wasn’t sure if there were any in a size fit for kaiju). Godzilla later agreed to help, seeing it as a perfect bonding opportunity, and came to agree on something smaller. It was his own idea to gift her a small bow for her to wear. Instantly, she fell in love with it (most importantly giving her father the biggest hug & telling that she loved him & was the best dad in the world) and wore it everywhere she went. For her, the bow meant much more. For it reminded her that her father loves her, very much to accept her when she told the truth about herself. For Godzilla, he was very proud to have a very lovely daughter & was more than excited to see her grow into one day becoming the Great Queen of Monsters

[I had fun coming up with this idea too. I just really like wholesome stuff like this( i hope you do too). And also the idea of trans junior, sure!!! Im all for it. I just love seeing happy family bonding overall✨🥺]

[madlori]

Fandom icebergs

So, lemme take you on a lil tour of the fandom rabbit hole I just fell down for something I didn't even know was a fandom.

So I like to watch Smosh Pit Reddit story videos, I play them while I work, etc. Reading Reddit stories is one of my online time sucks (it's my life goal to always be current on Best Of Redditor Updates), and having a non-threateningly appealing blond man read them aloud to be reacted to by a rotating cast of two snarky listeners was right up my street.

I started watching more of these a few weeks ago, just thanks to the algo more or less, and then realized that...this wasn't just a random thing that a few people do.

Smosh Pit is one channel among many run by Smosh, which is (I learned) a group of comedy YouTubers who do a variety of things ranging from these Reddit videos, to a podcast (Smash Mouth) to various reacting videos, comedy sketches, and gaming bits. It's a whole...Smoshverse. I don't really care to get into all of it but it's there.

And it has a Fandom.

So the non-threateningly appealing blond man above is Shayne Topp, who's...sort of the quasi-ringleader of Smosh. He's one of a small group of main cast and has been with the troupe since 2015.

I noticed that in some of the more recent videos he was wearing a wedding ring (he'd commented in previous videos about being single) and I thought oh, Shayne got married. That's nice. I thought no more of it.

But then.

The algo showed me a video that made me realize that he is actually married to...fellow Smosh cast member Courtney Miller, who joined the same time as him.

Oh, I thought. That's sweet. I'd seen her as one of the rotating cast members reacting to Reddit stories but never put it together.

But then...I found out the whole story.

Apparently, since 2015, a HUGE part of this show's fandom was shipping these two. Hardcore. To the point that they both got pretty uncomfortable with it, and actually made videos/statements asking people to please chill TF out, they're just friends, quit being weird about it.

Ok, fair enough. The RPF shipping of them did seem to calm down a bit after that (reportedly - I have no firsthand knowledge of any of this).

But then.

On APRIL FOOL'S DAY of last year, they announced - out of the blue - that they had gotten married. Instagram photos and everything.

Of course people immediately thought it was a prank.

Spoiler: It was NOT a prank. They are, in fact, married, and had successfully (arguably) kept their relationship secret until THIS MOMENT when they announced their marriage.

People Magazine did a feature on this. This was big news.

Can you imagine? Being in a fandom, shipping two of the people hardcore, giving up on it after many denials, and then...THEY'RE FUCKING MARRIED? I'd have loved to have been a fly on the wall of this fandom last April. Talk about a bombshell. Fandom hed explodey, indeed.

Anyway. I just think it's funny, and props to them for guarding their privacy.

And they're freaking adorable.

[voidthevoidkin]

More semi-misc art that i forgot to post, this time from Rain World cuz silly scug game go brrrr

first one's the latest (again) with a black and white inked piece of my girlboss Artificer fighting a Miros Vulture (cuz we all know she so would try)

second as you could probably tell was of Rivulet the silly water guy i love that goofy lil goober - bright and saturated little sticker-looking one

and uh the last one was just something i did on a whim a bit ago, that being a weird little sketch of a blue lizard on a pole (yeah yeah so I MAY have missed some details but to be fair it was intended to be pink before my brain just went ME COLOUR BLUE CUZ BLUE IS GUD COLOUR) so deal

[1driedpersimmon]

Do you have any advice for people who might want to get into making comics like yours? I'm always pleasantly surprised by how fast you pump them out and even have other little projects/doodles on the side. How do you keep the quality consistent?

(sorry if this sounds a lil cold (?) i rlly love your peppercakes they r so skrunkly)

First off - Thank you !! I'm honored you like my lil guys and comics hehe! (and no worries on the tone !! I didn't think it sounded cold at all!)

Alright secondly lets see...

Short answer: You really just gotta start and keep going!! Once you start you get the momentum and it gets much easier (like riding a bike, which people like to use as comparison often).

Long answer:

Alright I thought about how to answer for this for a bit and I think I'll break it down to the main aspects.

So timing ! Basically I'm drawing 24/7 (and I'm currently not working as it's an off time for me, but I shall in a week and you will see that my posting frequency will decrease substantially). Ok maybe not 24/7 but I essentially am drawing from the moment I wake up to when I sleep (minus eating, restroom, working out, some errands) and while I do not say this is the key to being better, I'm just realistically displaying how much time I'm spending on drawing. (... one of my new years resolution is to not in fact do that and go out more because I feel like I'm being cooped up in my room a lot haha). But minus the amount of time I spend itself a lot of it has to do with the importance I take in speed drawing. And when I say that I mean quite literally how fast I can draw. AND I think a large part of where that speed comes from is how I like to generalize designs and just my overall process of drawing. (Which, I will not go over now but if you'd like I could make a separate post on how I go about doing my usual sketch, lines, colors, etc) Like, I love ff and all of it's crazy designs but it's so complicated I simplify everything till it's juussstt recognizable, and that's something I feel like really adds to the speed of things.

Also that's sweet of you to say for the quality haha (I always am thinking stuff like ah man this aint it... not my finest work, and then just post anyways cuz who cares I already made it heh)! That being said my quality wasn't alwaysss consistent! Here's an example of my very first "comic" I made for my characters:

And here's the same 4 panels I redrew just about 2 years later:

So I've been basically drawing comics for this for just about 2 years now (will be 2 years officially in a few months) and I most certainly did not get here in one night. I think, as I've mentioned, it's really important to keep up with the comic making (or drawing in general) so that, yes, you can get better, but the way you get better is that it becomes familiar to you. So you can approach concepts and ideas with a more experience. And I think a large part of what holds alot of people back is the idea that "ah I can't do this idea I'm not good enough." So what !! Still do it, I most certainly did it a couple years ago when I barely scribbled my ideas. And then you can totally go back and redraw it ! no "Rule" saying you can't go back and revisit your ideas, like hell even professional artists go back and republish their works with their improved art styles ! (ex. Tokyo Ghoul... even though I don't care for the story, it's still pretty cool! I think he even added more scenes? Anyways..). I think there was that one post going around where it was something like do it scared and that's really REALLY what you gotta do.

And that leads to my final point. You gotta love doing it. I like to make comics because I LOVE my characters, their story, and actually the act of putting it all together into a story, drawn comic, visuals, etc. And, I found my method of loving them. For me, what held me back was the "structure" of comics. I mean you can p much see that the way I like to do things is def not the "traditional" manga/western comic book style right? I won't go as far to say that I "made up this way" of comic making where it's one panel at a time but it certainly worked for me. (I have no idea how many comic wips I have collecting dust in my folders from my earilier days of making this comic where I just gave up 20% of the way in because I really could not vibe with the formatting, but then I figured out I really like to "thumbnail" comics (a result of when I was studying storyboards alot imo) and I went on from there).

This is where I feel like alot of people get stuck too. Where they really do like their ideas, their character, their stories and such, but as soon as they try and go through the process of creating in a certain way... the wind is just instantly taken out of their sails. And while I do believe sometimes you just gotta push through and do it anyways, sometimes that's not the right method to go about it. So instead of brute forcing a method of creation and eventually forming a bad relationship with the process, find a method that works for you. And maybe it doesn't look all that great or good compared to others, but that comes in time and as long as you like doing it, that's what really matters at the end of the day.

Tl;dr: be a lil freak, and lil weird about what you do (this applies to everything, not only art :3)

Alright so I think that's all the points? idk if you still want to ask me stuff, feel free to anytime :) Always happy to share my thoughts!

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

I'm not the only person who's had the misfortune of seeing discourse claiming that Wendy is Zionist Propaganda, right? Like, I get keeping a critical eye on stuff Paramount makes 'cuz of that one pro-Israel statement they released a while back, but... Wade's family is *Jewish,* not *Israeli.* I can't say I'm not a bit worried that people are unable or unwilling to tell the difference...

From what i can tell– and, again, I'm goy, take my opinion with a grain of salt– there is literally only one (1) line that's a little sketch. All the rest of it is literally just the family... being Jewish and existing as Jewish people. The only line that was a lil yikes was when they mention that the mom used to be a "krav maga" instructor, specifically mentioning it's an Israeli martial art– whether it was for the IOF or regular self-defense training isn't stated. That was a little concerning, but me and the server did look it up and the show was written in 2022 and filmed in April 2023, so it wasn't a line added in response to, er, current events or anything. Maybe in poor taste but probably not added maliciously. Keeping the line in the scene with current events in mind was a shitty thing to do, definitely, though, not gonna deny that.

But the lines that I'm specifically seeing people bitch about are... the ones about Jewish people having suffered in the past? Which. Yeah guys. They have. A lot. They're not talking about Palestine they're talking about, like, the one shit billion times the Jewish people have been displaced, oppressed, etc. In a few minutes they're talking about the forty-year-time-out in the desert after Moses's fuckup. A good chunk of Jewish holidays can be boiled down to "they tried to kill us, we survived, let's eat." Saying "Jewish people suffered in the past" is not zionist propaganda, it's. literally true.

Adam Pally is actually Jewish, and probably either requested the character details or it was added with him as an inspo. I think people are just on edge cause Paramount has showed support for Isr-el in the past. We just got news a few hours ago that the CEO of Paramount just got kicked, though, so maybe we have hope for a change?

[0i-need-a-life0]

It’s just a sketch but idk when I’ll gonna finish it 🧍🏾‍♂️

Dandy’s block fanart i did about a month or two ago that im still planning on finishing just not right lol

Lil bro was dead ass gonna bite the curb - like what if scraps was just a bit late

(I’ve seen the art blank posted about that it was cool af)

[rainbow--panic]

Yall I’ve been seeing all this Black myth wukong art and Ocs from other ppl and wanted to throw my hat in the ring as welll.

This is my oc and a quick lil sketch with the destined one

She isn’t my only JTTW oc but i drew the others in the style of LMK

Originally she was going to be a fox who, though the power of will and love for her little sister, went to find the Colossus star guardian dragon (My goddess character), becoming human and joined the destined one on his adventures in hopes that they could revive sun wukong and he could find the godddess.

But as I always do, I’m thinking about scraping that lore.

Instead, sticking with the fox theme, I was thinking that when the goddess was born, her uncle feared for her safety and didn’t want her to be alone, as she belonged to a family of physical, magical, and political power, so they grabbed a baby fox abandoned in the woods and granted it power. That fox became Tiānhuǒ. Not only did she serve as a friend to the goddess, but was also considered a sister and earned the role as her advisor.

As centuries past, she had witness the goddess go down to the mortal realm and be apart of a party traveling to the west, which she also briefly joined until she was able to convince her goddess to return back to heaven to complete her duties.

When sun wukong died, the goddess went missing. The first place Tiānhuǒ checked was a village the goddess and herself had looked after and grew, which is around the area of where she met the destined one and, to her dismay, the pig she had met all those years ago that she wished she would never see again. Originally she played the part of a warrior from that village looking for the goddess as the crops had began to wither and her people were plagued by sickness. She offered to help find the remaining bits of sun wukong, thinking that he would be the last person to know the goddesses whereabouts.

Her identity, which was “The immortal vixen Priestess” was revealed later on as a demon had outed her, being the only one to recognize her human disguise. Pigsy (bc I CANNOT remember his actual name and i am not looking it up bc reasons) wanted to kick her out of the small group with the argument of ‘you lied to us once, you’ll lie to us again’ which she fought with the fact that she IS a warrior who IS ‘from’ the village as that as where her starting point was, the crops in the village were withering and the people were sick, so she technically didn’t lie about anything.’ She also had a new relationship with the destined one whom she named Chén Yàn and her actually being an immortal fox wasn’t a deal breaker for him.

Now to describe interactions

Pigsty + Tiā= kinda a love/hate relationship. Like she talks down to him ad does not like him and is rude to him and him to her, but like, on the battle field that doesn’t matter, no matter what she looks out for her comrades, even if they ae annoying

Tiā + Yán= She was annoyed at first when he didn’t talk much and never really cared about that till one day he said something to her and she flipped her shīt like

“Oh my god, I thought you were mute and you were just ignoring me this whole time? I could have used your feedback so many times and you just stayed quiet?!”

I’m still working on how their relationship started but essentially after working side by side, back to back, with one another for so long and going through hell, she started t view him in a new light and it didn’t help that every time she felt sad, tired, hungry, thirsty, what have you, that he was there with everything she needed. She always tries to be logical and it didn’t help that her logical mind was telling her that all her needs are being met by this one man so she should marry him.

As for Yán, he sees how balanced she is, being able to be this polite, courtly, heavenly women, used to having power at her finger tips, but yet is not above calling a pig demon a bastard and getting into trouble. She isn’t afraid to speak up to anyone, and speaks to others with authority, even him. At times she has even spoken for him since, well selective mutism, and also in times where she feels he’s being disrespected.

But anyways this is them, enjoy! <3

[ut-monochromasis]

Ask Monochromasis Status Update

The Undertale: Monochromasis cast are going on Holiday!

Which is to say, I am.

Which is to say, asks are closed for the rest of the month.

I'm gonna be a bit too busy with both IRL stuff and art projects for the rest of this month to have time for answering asks.

So just consider the cast as taking a holiday lol.

To not leave you all completely out to dry, I'll also share some small doodles.

This was a lil doodle I made to celebrate Charcoal winning a Hunger Games simulator held in the Poppy Discord server:

This was another doodle I made an even longer while ago to show the height difference between Mono and SAVE!Point:

This here is a very beautiful drawing of Mono I did with my eyes closed last night:

And this was a sketch page of drawings I was swindled into doing the other day during Buckshot Roulette:

Featuring Buttercup!Poppy, FungalFell Papyrus, Sans, and Alphys, all created and owned by @bigfungus7.

Also featuring Frisk, Chara, and Chloe from @pacifideundertaleau, created and owned by @aurora-borealie.

[sanzosin]

how....how? stumbled upon your dresden files fanart & im just so amazed at how you draw expressions and poses and how fluid everything is?? please omg what art books have you read do you have any tips like.. how..!!!!

oh my gosh! what a beautiful and kind ask! Thank You anon chan! I cant say i have any artbooks..but I think i did impove when i started sketching base sketch as boxes ...not just a circle for a head. it helped me think more 3D .

Also ive been sketching actual ppl, not just cartoons ,videogame or anime characters. that helps understand right proportions. Like put on your fav tv show. stop a scene..and just draw the character there as close to likeness as you can..dont even be afraid to put the paper to the screen and copy basic lines to show where nose ends..hairline starts, space between eyes etc...it really helps to train the eye..

ive found that on youtube i watch a lot of shorts from Excal's Art Tips .

I learn something every day. I look at my sketches from few months ago and I dont like them anymore...but I tell myself "Hey! if i see the mistake! ive grown just a lil bit! Next one will be better!"

Practice does make it better!:D

[makoto-kaiser-blog]

💔 RUIN CRADLE 🍼

HE'S A CUTIE SKETCH OF A SAD LIL RUIN.

THIS WAS A BIT OF A CALL BACK TO HOW I USE TO DRAW WHEN I WAS YOUNGER. I USE TO DRAW CHILDLIKE IMAGES OF PLAYROOMS OR NURSERIES BACK IN 2016 TO 2019. I HAD MORE OF AN INNOCENT STILL AND WOULD OFTEN DRAW BABY CHARACTERS I MADE UP OR BASED ON THINGS I LIKED AT THE TIME.

IK IT SOUNDS WEIRD BUT I MOSTLY DREW THEM AS A FORM OF COMFORT SO I COULD SPACE OUT AND RETURN TO THOSE INNOCENT TIMES OF BEING A CHILD.

MY MIND AS AN ODD WAY OF PICKING WHAT I CAN AND CAN'T REMEMBER, I CAN FORGET SOMETHING THAT I DID A FEW MINUTES AGO YET I CAN REMEMBER THINGS FROM AS EARLIER AS 2 TO 3 YEARS OLD. SOME OF MY EARLIEST MEMORIES OR OF WHEN I WOULD PLAY WITH MY YOUNGER SIBLING WHEN THEY WERE ALMOST A YEAR OLD(WE HAVE A 2 AND A HALF YEAR AGE GAP) AND BEING SMALL ENOUGH TO BE BATHED IN THE KITCHEN SINK 😳