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[undrsk0re]

Yep more fellaz

[auartistry]

I know I’m 4 days late to posting this but HAPPY INKTOBER!! Here are the four days Inktober drawings! No I’m not going through a list. I’m just drawing whatever I want so I don’t get bored halfway through.

Day 1: Hollow Knight BF (Hollow Knight FNF Mod)

Day 2: GingerBrave (CookieRun Franchise)

Day 3: Oswald The Lucky Rabbit (Epic Mickey)

Day 4: Kinger (The Amazing Digital Circus)

[danikoshi]

Buncha Record of Ragnarok/Shuumatsu no Valkyrie sketches(Plus a random Pico Sketch I guess) I did last night and today, getting lazier as they go on Tbh this was just an excuse to draw Thor's luscious hair and use my red sharpie markers some more lol Tho I actually used watercolors for these too meaning this is kinda my first multi-media doodles Neat

[xxrat--punkxx]

Beep boop

[amrio]

A floaty Whitmore curtesy of my sharpies! I actually like how he turned out too! yay!

[suffocating-poptart]

A minus design of mine

Im out camping right now so i thought id share a sketch with yall. A minus design i quickly whipped up. Took like... 30 minutes?

Theres like no signal out here but i found free wifi so yeah

[beast-feast]

I need to talk about this dream I had last night, I've been holding off on it because it's a disaster;

• I was in group therapy with FNF characters. Senpai was in there because he kept trying to grab my chest like bro....disrespectful 😡. BF was in there because he was a robot, Pico was a bitchy tsundere and Daddy Dearest was in there because he looked like James Charles.

• I mean that as in, he (DD) looked like James because of his skin complexion. Idk if you've ever felt someone's hands and you IMMEDIATELY knew they were fruity, but this man was FRUITY and you could tell because his hands were soft.

• Adding onto that, DD was like some swapped version of himself??? Like pinks instead of purples, white instead of black. He looked like a damn cupcake.

• Pico legitimately looked like he'd tried to sharpie bath himself into looking like Karkat. Or that he'd unironically say "baka".

• We were in some field for some fuckass reason, I'm in fields a lot in my dreams. But apparently it was one of those sessions where you have to do something with other members of the group therapy. I need more therapy because of Senpai.

• There was this whole part in the second half of the dream where I just???? Was on islands riding around on Mega Latias trying to find a volcano that was about to explode, I flew right on into that baby and didn't die. :shades: Where did my therapy homies go though :(

[immawritethat]

FNF 1/25/2019 Coffee Shop AU

I, admittedly, got too into this one. The characters are from With the Assist, my superhero sidekick WIP!

@writerofwriting @persephone-pensdown

For Sully, there was almost no better feeling than suiting up. Which, okay, maybe that a dramatic way of saying to putting on his apron and roll up his sleeves for work, but he really did enjoy it. The Caffeinated Cape was, well, a bit eccentric in its theme and décor, but it had remained a mainstay in the city for decades. The original owner had just really enjoyed comics as a kid, and managed to build brand flexible enough to bring in nerds both young and new. Anyone who managed to get hired was paid generously and given some wonderful benefits, which was all that a college student could dream of.

Sure, the interview had been…weird, too. While the old man had stepped down for the most part, he insisted on vetting the applicants himself. Sully was pretty sure he really hired people based on how fit he thought they would be as heroes rather than baristas, but he got the job, so that was a nice reflection on his character. And now he could impress his girlfriend with latte art, which was a bonus. Well, it had been.

Sully stepped out onto the floor, unsurprised to find Andi and Marcus on bar. He’d be on register, he imagined. The three had worked together a decent time now—Marcus actually having worked here even longer than Sully. Sully had no idea how someone so gruff had passed the owner’s hero test—especially when he’d admitted he stole from the shop as a kid. Maybe it was some tragic backstory ideation. He nodded to Sully in greeting, calling out a Great Responsiblitea with honey for Peter.

Andi hissed underneath her breath as she spilled steamed milk across her hand, shaking it off and wiping the excess on her apron. Andi was…unique, Sully liked to say. She had half of her head shaved down, the rest tousled and dyed a deep, blood red, which was prominent against her olive skin. It was easy to tell when she’d chosen the music for the day—plenty of feminist acoustic rock and a few rarer punk songs, which she insisted was because most of her favorite songs weren’t work appropriate. And she almost always managed to burn herself on the hot drinks, but insisted that the cold ones were “soul-sucking” and “for bitch babies who can’t handle a little fear in their lives.” Sully didn’t think it was that deep, but hey. Hot drinks it was.

Sully made his way through the line, a blur of faces both familiar and new. He made the usual small talk—yeah, the weather is great today! How’d the kid’s play turn out? Would you like that one size larger for another fifty-cents? He enjoyed the snapshot stories of people’s lives—a couple on their first date, an artist mooching off the free wi-fi as they nursed the same coffee for over an hour, a father bringing in his child to trap them into a long story about all the comics that he had owned when he was younger, before he sold or traded them away for this and that.

Although, he had to admit he missed not having more moments of his own.

Once school was over, he told himself again. He’d find someone else in time. Until then he had school, and his job, and his friends. He was fine.

The line cleared away at the clock neared half past noon—too late for most people’s morning coffee, and with weather so tepid outside, there was no rush for an iced drink. A young woman stood a few feet off from the counter, staring up at the menu board above. She brushed her short, white-blonde hair behind her ear, revealing just the faintest hint of a tattoo. Sully felt his heart skip a beat. He was such a goddamn sucker for a pretty girl.

“If you have any questions, I can help you.” His voice held even more cheer than usual, his smile genuine and bright. She returned one of her own, face dusted with pink.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m probably holding you guys up. I’m just, uh, I’m not sure about what to eat. Coffee is easy,” she said.

“I can get that started for you, if you’d like!”

She stepped up to register, offering an apologetic laugh. “Right, um, just a medium coffee, black. And uh, maybe a recommendation on what’s a good lunchtime filler?”

“If you really want the good stuff, I’d recommend any pastry. We get them from another local place. The most killer croissants you’ll eat in a lifetime! The muffins are good, too, and if you want to come back, we do have some creped crusaders on the weekends.”

“Creped crusaders?” She laughed. He couldn’t help but notice the way her nose wrinkled up when she did.

“Oh, they’re the bomb. But we only get Kenny in on weekends, so it’s a special. Sweet or savory, he can crepe it up!” Sully grabbed a cup and his Sharpie. “Your name? After all, the Instagram pics are the best part of getting a fix.”

She laughed again, nodding in agreement. “Avery. And I’ll take a croissant with that, per the barista’s recommendation.”

“Two ninety-five,” Sully announced with some bravado. “The croissant is on the house.”

He could feel his coworker’s eyes boring into him, but he ignored it.

“Well you really do know how to make a student’s day!” Avery swiped her card, and dropped a dollar and change in the tip jar. “I’ll cover a bit of that, I hope.”

Sully gathered her order, handing it to her, his smile never dropping. “Have a wonderful day there, Avery.”

“Thanks…” Her gaze fell down to his nametag. “You too, Carter.”

“Sully,” he corrected. “My friends call me Sully.”

           “Sully, then.” She spun on her heel and made her way out the door.

The bell hardly finished a single charm before Andi threw an empty cup in his direction.

“You officially cannot ever made fun for flirting with customers again, ohmygod! You might as well have written your number on her cup.”

“If she’s back, we’ll do it,” Marcus added with a wry grin. Sully’s face burned, and he was glad he was far too dark to visibly blush.

“Don’t you guys have dishes to do?” He retorted. He wasn’t going to admit he’d love if they did. He hoped he didn’t scare her off. He hoped if nothing else, the coffee was good enough to bring her back.

[undrsk0re]

More of my guyz

[auartistry]

The end of my Inktober drawings. Sorry you guys. I can’t keep up no more. :(