#apologies for the messy drawings i

[chocolate-cringymuffin]

Hello, I am alive haha.

[turnipoddity]

I need more chainshipping drawings, they are like food for me.

Please feed me

ask and you shall recieve

[divinemachina]

ULTRAKILL OC

AMIT REFERENCE SHEET.

[twilight-spargle]

needs new formalwear every week princess gf + personal stylist plus one gf

[anggeese]

Had an au that's been plaguing my mind lately so i relented and sped drew it o(-(

[kikunai]

Perhaps...a Helsknight... maybe with the gay flag (the blue one (it's very pretty to me)) /nf

a mlm helsknight!!

[ginsays]

so, are you gonna stay the night?

[ekholocationn]

its just you and me and your best friend stev-- i mean sumire

[vigilbutts]

okay okay okay i had to stop fussing with these for the time being!

april art party doodles! I didn't manage to grab everyone's urls before I left early, Blanca is @lofilesbo's, and Gneiss Caulk is @ecunderbase's. i'm pretty sure. i think.

[co27]

fanart of @sporesgalaxy's oc addison king :) come on guys join the endless cycle of death and rebirth itll be great. my wife will love consuming you come onnnn

[emily-mooon]

While I hop through all of my art wips, have this ship chart I made for nordegrim!

[desolyx]

A few Exo!Duo sketches I am currently working on^^

[hyusolk]

weewo

[ratcandy]

hmm requests... what about sozo in a silly outfit? :o

obvious joke to make

[rogue-durin-16]

This is a fun idea that I’ve had rolling in my head for a while, but you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to! What if the reader likes to draw, so obviously, when surrounded by those snackable men in East company, she draws them! She puts little notes next to the faces (ex. Thinks he’s gods gift to women, or sweetest man alive), and maybe how some of the Easy boys would react to flipping through the sketchbooks and seeing the notes? With Toye, Luz, Bull, and Shifty?

A/N: I drew them for no reason. In like half an hour. I am so stupid somebody sedate me. Btw I actually read this when you sent it and thought omg I love it, and then completely forgot it existed. Enjoy these super delayed headcanons? <3

Warnings: none

JOE TOYE

"Hey, whatchu got there?"

Bad start.

You halfheartedly let him flip through the pages and this man's slack jawed.

Keep in mind that, while Joe knows you sketch in your free time, he has no idea you sketch them.

Double shock when he gets to his face.

Doesn't process the silly notes at first because something's not clicking.

You drew him. Him. Out of- him?

Tries his best not to blush

Genuinely doesn't know how to react

AND THEN HE SEES THE NOTES

This man cannot hold back a little smile of endearment when he reads 'toughest motherfucker' because that's a big ass compliment.

Specially considering he thinks he's a dud.

'an actual sweetheart' this man choked on his own words. A SWEETHEART. HIM. A-

"Do you... Like it or...?"

"It's— yeah no, I-I love it. They're really good huh..." Tries to act cool while he hands it back.

He can't look at you in the eye for a hot minute because you made his brain shortcircuit with a quick sketch.

Tough and a sweetheart. No one had ever called him a sweetheart.

Toye knows he's got a soft side to him, but it's buried so deep he never thought someone would notice.

Bot you did, and it keeps him up at night for months I'm not even kidding.

GEORGE LUZ

George is bored. He's very vocal about it.

You don't care. You're very vocal about it too.

Well too bad because Luz wants attention so he's going to annoy you until he gets some.

Verbal vexation doesn't work because you're currently focused on sketching Malarkey, so he switches to plan B; snatching the sketchbook away from you.

Immediately teases you about drawing Don while you chase him through the house you're billeted in.

Flips through the pages without actually seeing shit because initially he just wanted your attention and he got it.

But then he catches a glimpse of his face and sudden he's actually interested.

A boyish grin lights up his gaze.

He's way too happy about a damn sketch and he knows it but he can't help it.

You drew him and he looks handsome. He has never thought of himself as handsome but apparently you did.

Shoves you away to read the notes.

'Easy's source of joy'. THE REASSURANCE HE FEELS-

He snickers at the 'human lucky charm.

Then his head snaps at you in disbelief.

"SHORT?!" He's FLABBERGASTED. It's your turn to laugh.

Also run because George is so chasing you.

He's not sure what he's gonna do when he gets you. Probably hit you with the goddamn sketchbook. Probably kiss you idk he'll see.

BULL RANDLEMAN

Bull knows you sketch them for fun.

He's caught a glimpse of a couple of drawings here and there but never said anything, not even to you.

But now you two are sitting by each other's side at a bar in silence and he's adamant about making a conversation with you.

He bumps your arm, tilts his chin at you and then at the sketchbook peeping from your bag.

"Can I see 'em?"

How are you gonna say no to this absolute darling? To be fair you forgot about the little notes on his drawing.

He nonchalantly flips the pages, occasionally nodding and making quiet comments.

"You got talent, Y/n/n."

He's got the book wide open so you can see what he's seeing. And you see his drawing. And the notes.

Bull's heart swells at the sketch. It shouldn't surprise him— the fact that he's got his own page, but it does.

He reads the first note and the corner of his lip twists up. HE READS THE SECOND NOTE AND SNORTS.

He quirks a brow at you. "Anything you wanna tell me?"

You're mortified. He assures you he's completely kidding. Congratulates you on the drawings. Gives it back and watch your every move.

Husband material huh?

SHIFTY POWERS

Shifty makes eye contact with you while you're sketching him. Thrice.

First time you give him a mortified smile and he doesn't get why, but he returns it.

Second time he knows something's up. He sees the sketchbook.

Third time he walks up to you.

You attempt to uhm pretty much run away because you just finished so there's no need to stick around anymore.

He cuts through and get to you before you can leave.

"What were you drawing?" He asks, but he means 'were you drawing me?'

You show him and his eyes light up with joy.

He struggles with words but his visage is a very telling sign that he actually loves it.

He goes through everybody's sketch and asks if you were gonna add any notes to his.

The fact that he seems so excited about it dims your embarrassment and gives you a little bit of courage.

So you take back the sketchbook and scribble the notes before giving it back.

HE LOOKS EVEN HAPPIER.

'certified guardian angel' HELL YES, HE'LL KEEP YOU SAFE ANY DAY.

'lovely but deadly' he wants to kiss you. Much like Toye, he's not used to people seeing both parts of him, but... You do?

"Could I... Maybe... Keep it?"

You're surprised no one else has asked for the drawing. Maybe they assumed you wouldn't give it away.

Shifty's eyes widen momentarily when you rip the page and hand it to him.

He'll cherish the sketch forever.

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[foxsoulart]

Tmntember Prompt 28 with my Anabethe au

(Reminder that these combos are selected randomly not by me)

Prompt list

@truths33k3r4

Cw for this one: angst, mild eyestrain, graphic depictions of violence(I think? What is considered graphic? I'm really bad at figuring that one out) Overall not a fun time.

9/15/24

Mikey trembled and shuddered violently. Nausea rolling around inside him like a roller coaster. A headache pounding like a drumbeat behind his eyes. His heartbeat stuttered and fluttered against his ribs, frantic for release.

Scenes unfolded infront of him, the world falling like a house of cards; a sand castle under the unrelenting waves of horror. Trapped in a neverending nightmare.

Raph with a half sad, loving smile stained with blood. Peirced through the heart. Blood which was falling and pouring covering Leo in red, whom he was standing over protectively. The smile turned twisted, sadistic. Pink wrigling flesh erupted from him, overtaking his body. Bending and shaping it in unnatural ways; bones cracking with the slithery, slurping, wet sound of the krang parasite consuming his eldest brother. What was once Raph lifted a mangled, jagged fist and punched Leo through the floor. He burst through the other side, speeding through space. Careening into floating rubble that burst upon impact. He finally landed, shell shattered. Pieces floating away into the cold gray landscape. One arm was missing; rivers of blood flowing from the stump, mixing with the growing pool of scarlet from his decimated carapace staining the ground. The red grew and grew and grew until everything was awash in that sickly red glow. Then light so bright and blazing it burned his retinas. A beam, a blast, an explosion, a laser, filled the entire desolate world; disintergrating everything in it's path, including his dying brother.

The blast dissappeared, leaving streaks and spots in his vision. Streaks and spots that changed into spaceship engines and lights across a pink sky.

Purple constructs, weapons, guns, took out ship after ship. But they just kept coming and coming and coming and coming and coming and coming. A figure awash in that same purple waved his hands through the air, constructing more defenses. The purple he was covered in was not a display of power but rather an attempt to keep himself from bleeding out, from falling apart. He was not standing proudly, he was on the ground propped up against a rock. Legs limply, uselessly flopped in front of him. Desperation in the furrow of his brow, the clench of his jaw, the dying fire in his eyes.

Slowly, as if part of the finale to a show, his hands and arms drifted down no matter how he struggled to keep them up. And the purple in the sky blinked out one by one. Candles being snuffed out at the end of a procession. The last light went out the same moment his eyes closed and his hands hit the ground.

Silence pounded in Mikey's ears; despite the thrumming of the ships or the rumble of destruction.

Darkness closed in. Inky and crawling, dripping one moment, reaching the next. He was a flame, weakly flickering. Struggling to stay alite as the dark went to smother him. He was alone, so lonely. No other light was there to fight the dark with him and he was so very, very tired.

There! A second light. Long fanged jaws bit into the shadows, ripping and consuming them. Clawed feet stomped on the fleeing tendrils, destroying them with magenta light.

It circled him protectively, allowing him to grow brighter, stronger. Consuming the dark, taking it into itself. The light never dimmed, never flickered; no matter how much it took. It stayed until the nightmares were gone, until Mikey awoke to the light of his family.

When he came back to reality, back to his senses, back to his living, breathing family, Mikey found himself surrounded by worried faces. Blue, red, purple, brown.

Small fuzzy arms embraced him around his middle, holding tight. Her face pressed into his plastron. Hair falling in curtains around them both, tickling Mikey.

A warm tingly feeling seperated back into them each. She craned her face back to look at him, chin resting on him. Mikey swore he must have been seeing things because her eyes were black and inky when she first looked up, but it was consumed so quickly by her normal color he doubted his eyes.

"Mikey?" Leo hesitantly called out.

Mikey looked at his family, really looked at them. Leo had both arms, his shell was intact. Donnie could walk, he was fine, he was alive. Raph wasn't a krang zombie or peirced through the heart. They were fine, they were fine, they were okay. His heart sang with that realization, that confirmation. Everything was going to be okay.

Mikey beamed up at his family. "I'm okay Leo. You don't have to worry anymore."