#but drawing is for fun and posting is for attention

[alanaartdream]

Dude I sketch in my sketchbook all the time (I go through a lot of sketchbooks; heck a lot of my posts on any of my accounts are of a sketch or drawing I’ve done in my sketchbook that day; I always need to get sketchbooks because I go through a lot of them)

This little practice scribble chibi sketch of myself I just did in my sketchbook today for fun

Sketchbooks are for silly fun scribbling sketches to practice your drawing & to draw out whatever catches your attention or pops into your mind

They do NOT need to be masterpieces

"It took me TWO years to finish this sketch book!" Well that's cuz you're not fuckin sketching. Those are fully painted pieces dawg that's a renderedbook. I've gone through four sketchbooks in my off time this year alone I just draw stupid faces and shit for fun. pussy up like the rest of us and start drawing stick figures with guns

[runninriot]

when it's love, it lasts forever

another fill for my @steddiebingo card

prompt: mixtape | rated: T | wc: 1.733 | tags: post Vecna, established relationship, romantic fluff, reminiscing about the past | also on ao3

   “Oh my God!”

Eddie’s stunned voice filters in from the other room, causing Steve to stop what he’s doing. He sighs, feels mocked by the piles of clothes still scattered around the room, waiting to be organised into the newly put up dresser.

Steve cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders, trying to ignore the dull ache in his muscles. He is tired. Exhausted from the long drive, physically drained from loading and unloading the van, from carrying boxes and furniture – there’s so much that still needs to be done, which is why he hates to leave his task unfinished.

But curiosity wins, so he walks into the living room to find his boyfriend sitting on the floor with his back turned, surrounded by boxes he was supposed to unpack. Instead of him stacking up the bookshelf like he said he would, it seems like something else must’ve caught his attention. Not that that’s new; Eddie gets so easily distracted sometimes. Steve doesn’t mind, has long since learned to keep up with his boyfriend’s antics – he’ll get there eventually and a little distraction doesn’t hurt anyone.

   “What you got there, babe?” Steve asks when he walks closer, trying to look over Eddie’s shoulder to see what’s gotten him all excited.

   “I can’t believe you still have that.”

Eddie blinks up at him with big, round eyes that have gone all soft, revealing the small treasure he’s cradling in his hands.

It takes Steve a moment to recognise it but when he does, his heart does a little flip.

   “Oh.”

He crouches down to get to Eddie’s level, can’t help but smile when his eyes catch the familiar drawings on the paper inlay peeking through the plastic case – the two bats in the centre, one with nails and one with wings; a heart in the top left corner with their initials in its middle, and a scatter of flowers to fill the empty space. Eddie’s handwriting at the top, ‘THIS IS MUSIC!’ screaming back at them in bold letters.

   “Of course, I kept it,” Steve finally says after clearing his throat, feeling oddly sentimental now. “I kept all of them. Everything.”

It’s true. Steve has kept every little piece of memorabilia he collected over the years. From the movie theatre ticket stub of their first unofficial date to the little note Eddie had left after spending the night at Steve’s for the first time. From the faded and wrinkled flyer of the first Corroded Coffin show Steve ever went to, to the mixtape in Eddie’s hands.

Maybe he should feel embarrassed about it, but instead of making fun of him for being such a sap, Eddie just smiles, eyes so full of love that Steve’s insides turn into a mushy, gooey mess.

   “This one’s my favourite,” he confesses, stroking a thumb over the case whose scratched surface shows all the signs of passing time and overuse.

   “It was all I listened to for weeks.”

He’s not even exaggerating, knows every song on the tape by heart from listening to it on repeat. Played the cassette so many times it’s a miracle it didn’t break, unwind or outright combust.

   “God, I remember how nervous I was to give it to you. So scared you’d hate it.”

Steve remembers, too, can see it so clearly before his mind’s eye.

After spending months in physical recovery – after Death had unsuccessfully tried to snuff out his life – Eddie had finally gotten the all clear from his doctors. ‘I’m as good as new,’ he’d announced when he entered the Harrington home, a six-pack of beer in one hand, joking about being ready to get drunk on his first sip after having been forced into abstinence for so long.

Eddie and Steve had become quite close during their time of healing, when everything kind of seemed on hold while Hawkins slowly came out of the state of shock it had been trapped in for months.

For the most part, people had thankfully remained unaware of the true horrors, eating up the highly dubious cover-up stories they’d been fed by the government. But Steve and Eddie and their little band of misfits had a lot of coping to do. Kept holding on to each other, finding strength in the support of their tightly knit circle of friends to deal with all the shit they’d been through together.

Despite everything, Steve would be lying if he said that he wished none of it ever happened because without it, he never would’ve learned what true happiness feels like. Would’ve never gotten to know Eddie the way he had after the almost-end of the world.

It was then, in their time of dealing with the aftermath of their final war against hell, something had started to sprout and bud inside of Steve.

Something that grew and kept growing until it was in full bloom, impossible to ignore anymore. Until, with a bang and a crisis and a lot of emotional support from Robin, Steve finally realised that what had blossomed over time, was actually love. Love born out of trauma and friendship and trust and survival.

They hadn’t talked about it then, that day Eddie came to celebrate his newly recovered life with him. But even though his own feelings had yet to be formed into words to be spoken aloud, Steve had noticed a shift in Eddie’s demeanour over the course of their growing closeness. Had this lingering impression that maybe he wasn’t the only one having to deal with a riot of unsorted, confusing feelings.

He could sense how nervous Eddie was that day. Could feel the crackling tension between them when they were sitting side by side on the back porch, brushing fingers when passing their shared cigarette from one to the other.

    ‘Got something for you,’ Eddie had said after finishing his beer, cheeks red, eyes cast down to where his right hand kept playing with the pocket of his jean vest.

   ‘What is it?’ Steve had asked in return, sounding breathless for reasons unknown to him at the time.

That’s when Eddie retrieved a cassette from his pocket, a mixtape he said he’d made just for him, with songs that reminded Eddie of Steve and songs he wanted Steve to listen to because they meant something special to him. And all Steve could do was stare. Stare and wonder and hold his breath, scared of opening his mouth, of possibly saying something he’d regret. Not realising how long he must’ve stayed quiet. So long in fact, Eddie started to pull back the hand holding the tape.

   ‘It’s- it’s stupid. Sorry.’

After weeks of fighting himself, Steve couldn’t hold back any longer. Couldn’t fight the urge anymore, the overwhelming need to break down the last remaining barrier that had kept him from finally telling Eddie the truth.

Only he didn’t say what he wanted him to know and instead, balled his fist in Eddie’s shirt to pull him in, crashing their lips together without warning. Kissing him in a way he’d hoped would be enough for Eddie to understand what he was trying to tell him. Pouring all his feelings into every press of lips, letting love spill from his tongue.

Love Eddie reciprocated in a way that was almost too much for Steve to handle – unashamed and unfiltered, confessing his feelings like it was the easiest thing to do.

That night, after Eddie had gone home, Steve lay in bed, not asleep but with his eyes closed, listening to the mixtape Eddie had made for him. Letting the music take him back to the moment in the Upside Down, brushing shoulders with the frazzled, doe-eyed man on the run – ‘Ozzy Osbourne? Black Sabbath? He bit a bat’s head off onstage?’ – laughing at himself for how clueless he’d been about so many things.

Steve has learned a lot since then. Not only about the seemingly endless list of things Eddie’s interested in but also, more importantly, he learned so much about himself.

   “Wanna listen to it while we ignore the mess and get to the good part of finally having an apartment to ourselves?” Eddie winks at him, the mischievous glimmer in his eyes telling Steve everything he needs to know.

   “You mean jumping into our new, giant bed so you can cuddle me until I fall asleep?”

   “Something like that, yeah.”

Tomorrow, Steve will be mad at himself for letting Eddie seduce him with his dorky charm, when he wakes up to the chaos of all the boxes still unpacked. And Eddie will be mopey as hell when he realises that they haven’t even recovered the coffee maker and cups from whatever cardboard prison they’re still stuck in.

But right now, none of that matters. Not when they’re kissing and touching each other to the sound of the music that means so much to both of them, memories locked in songs, every beat of drum a matching tune to their hearts’ rhythm. Sating their hunger for flesh and that deeper kind of love. Holding each other close in the comfort of their intimate bubble of you and me while Eddie – Van Halen, not Munson –  strums his guitar and sings along to the voice of Sammy Hagar, filling the background with a song that feels like it was written for them.

    How do I know when it’s love?

    I can’t tell you but it lasts forever.

    How does it feel when it’s love?

    It’s just something you feel together.

Later, when the music has long stopped and Steve allows sleep to slowly take a hold of him, he remembers the words and silently agrees. Love isn’t something that can be categorised into how or when or why. It’s something you just know is there because you can feel it in every part of your being. It’s something you can share through touch, and show through little things, and express with words – but even without all of that, there’s no doubt that their love, just like the song rightfully claims, is made to last forever.

It’s the essence of Steve’s existence, the one thing he can always hold on to, no matter what. This love for a man whose appreciation for life – after almost losing his fight against death – makes every day extra special. A man who constantly reminds him of how beautiful life is, and continues to make it so.

[astro-vision-au]

[REBOOTING]

[LOADING CHARACTER FILE C.STARZ]

Ahaha lmao yeah the brainrot is real. ANYWAYS introducing Cozmic Starz! A Cosmic guardian on the run from the secontion of universe he was protecting after he failed. He spends his time now on earth in a form that takes heavy inspiration from Puzzles, spending most of his time over enjoying everything this world has to offer! He has two designs, the space theme is more optional for in the event I don't want to draw it, but in cannon he'll sometimes change his colors to not draw attention to himself.

Bro spends most of his dime downing a concerning amout of Pixy Stix and soda while binge watching TV, and really doing whatever sounds fun to him. He's definitely naive, but he's not stupid, and he's extremely dangerous if he wants to be, possibly even more dangerous than Cardinal [hint hint for pt 6]

When I say he's niave like, if you ask him to drink a gallon of gasoline he would do it, cuz he knows it won't affect him, but if you were to try and take his Connect star staff he would break every bone in your body. He also has a little companion named SodiPop! A blue Luma, I'll be showing them off here soon [I haven't made the ref yet FJJJSH] WHICH, Fun fact, all Cosmic guardians have a luma! It's assigned to then at birth! [Another hint hint for Galaxy if you haven't already connected the dots already]

Story wise he pops up in pt 5 and have a bigger role in pt 6, so I can't really provide a ton of lore but I'll probably still be drawing him a lot because guh I love his stupid ahh face.

Anyways I hope you look forward to him!!

Huh... I came because it seemed I was called, but I don't see anything in the ask box for me, i think someome deleted it, but I did find this... heh, Astro owes me one for restoring this for them. It seems someone was trying to cover it up... well then, I guess it's time to do some digging. It seems there's still something from this post that's missing, I'll have to find it.

-James

[keymintt]

got an impulse to animate a little

[linkedin-offficial]

finally made refs for these two! (+ some doodles)

also some news : im tentatively taking commissions! i never fully announced it anywhere but they are open. you can find more details here!

[ch3rr13zk1n]

Lamperty hfjiONE

I also have multiple alternative versions of this image since i never know which version i like more!! (I have a problem please help)

Like and reblog or i'll force you to like Gnarpy or smth

[surreal-duck]

lullaby for another

[crossnamara]

beautiful girl....

[orange-artblog]

a little gift for the amazing @zu-is-here !!!! 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁💥💥💥💥 i was overrun by the sick (no ideas) but she pulled me out with this one 💥

heh i bet you didnt imagine that

the queen and her thrown on her own 💥💥💥🎀

also pdc family :p (ignore that cross‘s leg and arm have a chunk bitten out of them it‘s not intentional i swear)

[its-wabby-stuff]

Replica DTIYS

Well, I’m flabbergasted that I managed to finish this, and I had a lot of fun doing it. And with enough time to finish my homework.

A gift for @kathaynesart DTIYS. Close ups under the cut, along with line art.

Background.

[kittynugg]

old doodle i colored and rendered, he was originally wearing a sweater anyway so i thought it'd be fun to keep the theme going

also sorry for the inconsistency in my style every time i draw i have to figure out how to draw again its a nightmare

(inspired by this which is the same thing but with stan instead and IT MADE THE RADAR IFJIJFLI)

as always, reblogs are largely appreciated since they help spread art around! so!! reblog if you want!!

doodle in question is under the cut

done in an entirely different app than usual might i add which is why it doesn't have the pretty texture

i also ruffled his hair, no i cant draw hands someone help

[marielatiasi]

Izutsumi 💭

[spkyart]

I will never understand the dislike some oc artists have for fanartists tbh

[lunarharp]

figured i'd do this again..bit early i guess..

[kitcatttt]

Last post before I (hopefully) go to bed because this thoughts is keeping me up. I’ve been thinking about how many friends I’ve lost over the years because of my parents taking sites away from me. And that if I didn’t get fed up and learn how to sneak onto shit, tumblr and discord friends would’ve ended up in a similar situation.

And yet. I struggle to consistently talk to my friends on here. So much so to the point where I’m scared to call some of them friends because of how little I talk to them. But there are the ones I know I can call friends and it’s mutual. Even with them, I struggle to maintain a relationship with common conversations. I feel terrible because it feels like I’m casting them aside, even though I care so much about them.

What I’m trying to say is, I think about my friends a lot. Maybe we don’t talk a lot. Maybe we used to, but it fizzled out a bit. But you guys never leave my mind. I care about all of you a lot. I wish I was better at showing that consistently.

[beaulesbian]

absolutely love this weird luck or instinct that zoro has, that even if he gets completely lost, or is going in the wrong direction, he ends up where he needs to be (*cough*and usually close to luffy)

in the sabaody archipelago arc, this was really my favorite subplot, of just zoro being lost (enjoying his walk in a completely new place where he can't attack anyone who hurts him or others, and can't draw too much attention to him) but ending up at the place they all were moving towards:

they docked the ship at grove 41 and decide to meet there after finding what they needed to find.

zoro decides to go for a walk

and all he has to remember is the grove's number. easy enough, right? well...

because something in their universe really wants him to end up at a different place, so he sees only #1 instead #41.

later when camie gets kidnapped and then after some time the rest of the strawhats, who are scattered around the island, know the information that she would be at grove #1, zoro still doesn't know that - he just knows he needs to get to grove #1 bc he thinks that's where their ship is.

they're all just separately hurrying to the location, while zoro's asking for directions and then searching for the wrong (right) grove.

and ofc the person that he meets first from their crew is luffy, flying on the fish, about to wreck into the building

(i saw the anime version too, but i really like the fast pace of this part in the manga)

it's just so funny that luffy and zoro met before this building, the grove #1, and luffy yelled at zoro to hold on and they both crashed inside.

zoro still not knowing why he isn't at the place where the sunny should be, but at a completely different location - but still a location that he needed to be at, at the right time right place with this whole crew (and just before things get much worse).