#im on old doodle spree

[a-dose-of-phitre]

solo'd raiden shogun with kaeya only, ended up with this

[fuzzy-w0rms]

sketchbook/doodle dump !! :D

[pennydoe]

PLEASE tell me more about the Saskatchewan slasher au, I desperately wanna draw some stuff for it, it looks so cool

OK SO BASICALLY it's in the 1980s cause i LOVE old 80 and 90s slashers, and The choir r more or less the schools newspaper/yearbook committee and stuff. Penny is the new girl, having recently moved to Uranium for the same reason in Legoland, y'know.. the weed smoking shit lmaooo but uh-

(this is all a wip btw i migjt change it cause i haven't really had time to myself the last few weeks)Basically Penny joins yearbook and the school paper to get to know some people, and she's a instant hit with them all, especially ocean cause ofc i gotta make it perfectdolls, but being in those two groups makes noel and especially ocean way to curious for their own good so they drag penny along to a abandoned house they've heard strange reports about and find smth in it (im still deciding if it's gonna be like a haunted book or some relic i honestly don't know) and it ends up in Penny being possessed by a demon/ghost/witch and essentially becoming Jane, but a extremely murderous version.

Noel and Ocean have to flee from Jane, or Doll-Face, and find the rest of 'choir' and they sorta have to figure out a way to save penny and also stop her from her murder spree, and first they gotta actually FIND HER and not let her kill THEM.

It's mostly Noel, Ocean, and Penny/Jane centered ofc cause the choir splits off into two groups to try to cover more ground, so Savannah (Ricky ofc, I just love the Savannah HC), Constance, and Mischa are all in their own group doing seperate research so they can cover more ground..

uhmmm i don't really like Noel's outfit but i Aammmm struggling on designing it a bit, But Jane does wear the same stuff as Penny ofc and i'm still designing the rest of the choir.. Maybe i'll write a fic of if? Idk man.. i'm to stressed lately to really write

here's some unfinished doodles from when i was first coming up with the idea, i really like the post of Jane in the second one so i migjt finish that ..

I wanna finish the designs for the others tomorrow but the issue is i have like... 6 school projects to finish and it's getting so bad to the point i tnink im developing marie antoinette syndrome.. it's either that or i'm paranoid lmao

[mirabel-on-a-bicycle]

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the inbox of the last ten people who reblogged something from you, get to know your mutuals and your followers

oh thanks for the ask! :DD sorry I've got nothing else to do, this might get long :]

I found my old tablet after soo long and when I charged it, it actually worked! There are so many old home videos in there that I haven't seen in years and.. im just so happy?? 🥺

Simultaneously, my friend found these old pages from where she'd made doodles of all the hp characters and everyone in class and

that made my other friend search for her old school diary entries, and she found them even?? and now we're on a photo sending spree :') (I'm no. 20 btw :> )

3. uh ok so basically finding old sentimental things. the third thing ig is getting long holidays. like when we get a friday off, and I get three days in a row to myself :) to do nothing :))

4. straight up all of my mutuals. it's ridiculous how happy I get after like the smallest of interactions with y'all. this is a bit embarrassing for me but we ball ✌🏼

5. masala chaas. ik keep repeating this one, but I just had a packet today right after lunch and I can't appreciate it enough 😔🙌

[sparksnevadas]

📒📓📔📕📖📗📘📙📚 im putting all variations of book emojis in here for the ask game share as many as u want

Hi will my beloved!

Sorry this took so long! Honestly, i got busy with work and now my head is a little empty but anyways here are a few spontaneous ideas as yhey come to mind

• somewhat inspired by OFF (old indie game)— grian embarks on a journey to rid the server of evil (maybe the watchers) accompanied by martyn who is just curious on what hes up to. Every level, grian meets a new antagonist, some of which join him (mumbo, other southlanders) while others are too stubborn to switch sides and grian mercillessly gets rid of them. As things go on, it becomes apparent that grian is overtaken by bloodlust, his eyes red. Scar is a merchant who trades lots of wares and information. Once it becomes clear that grian is not the man who started this mission, scar and the entourage has to decide what to do with him. Continue to support his murder spree or…

• radio station au— wait, touch tone telephone (lemon demon song) au where scar and cub are hosts of a call in radio show, and mumbo is a frequent caller that is trying to convince them that hey??? The moon is huge and ive been seeing eyes in the sky but no one believes me??? And they think hes delusional, but like chaos so they follow his instructions to not sleep, and… well, cub certainly starts to act differently. Also grian is mumbo’s friend who he recruited to stay with him during this whole ordeal bc hes so scared and lonely

• fwimmy idea: jimmy decides to take up painting/doodling for relaxing and self reflection, and finds himself being very enchanted by fwip’s goblin-y face structure…

• etho jokingly praying at bdubs church on the emp server, failing to realize that Lore Magic can give anyone any powers as long as others agree. Therefore, bdubs has a clear shot of etho’s thoughts while in the church, and boy does etho have some Thoughts about Bdubs

•scar and mumbo taking swing dance classes. Thats it thats the idea

Hopefully these are good enough, but sorry if not!

[lethalbreadkills]

so i uh. have been going on a fanart spree for @maddiefriendlovesbilly (shes been watching me draw but im tagging ehr anyways UWUWUWU love you) anyways ent is god tier and PURBLE and im dying from how old and shit ASSOEP (currently cackling at that because its 4 am and im tired as fuck) anywyas hbbgf gonna draw more expect lots of ent if i dont forget tumblr exittsst (and the one doodle from uhhhh “three times ghost stole his partners clothing and one time they stole his heart) (ignore the typo im shitty lol)

[onthepyre]

cats

the second part of this is basically what i did last night but connor is a lot braver than me. anyway.

Evan does this at least once a week.

He gets home, and for whatever reason, whether it be the smile Connor gave him during lunch that lasted a bit too long or that romantic-looking restaurant he walked by on the way home, he's feeling sappy.  And he walks straight to his room, lays down on the floor, and listens to Cavetown.

The amount of time Evan spends on the floor is directly proportional to how many times he caught Connor looking at him during science class. Sometimes he counts; the record so far is 23 times in one class period. He spent two hours on the floor that day, staring at the ceiling.  

As soon as he's home, he's settled on his carpet with the soft sounds of a guitar playing in his headphones.  It's peaceful, quiet. There are only a few things that Evan thinks about, and number one on his list is how much better it would be if Connor was here.

His heart talks about Connor a lot.  His mind objects, but Evan's heart seems to beat with his name.  Connor Murphy Connor Murphy Connor Murphy.  Evan never gets tired of it.  His heart talks about Connor's hair, his eyes, his smile, his hands-

Don't get him started on Connor's hands.

Evan has watched Connor draw before.  The style of his art matches him well.  It's sharp, fast, messy, perfect. But when he's drawing, Evan watches Connor's hands rather than the piece. 

They're fluid.  They glide.

Connor Murphy does not glide.  He stomps, he runs, he marches, but he does not glide.  But when he's drawing, his hands float. They look the same, as angular as Connor himself, but they're different.  Softer. Evan figures Connor's face is the same, but he's always been too focused to look.

Evan often considers what Connor's hands feel like.  They look strong, but Evan is certain they're lighter than they seem.  He wonders what it would be like to hold Connor's hand. Is he one of those people that would hang on too tight?  Would he barely touch Evan's hand? Would he be grossed out by Evan's sweaty palms?

Evan also, more tentatively, thinks about Connor's hands on his face.  In his hair. Looped around his waist. These thoughts, of course, are more focused on where Connor's mouth would be at the moment, but there is attention to his hands then, too.

And Connor's mouth.  Of course. His lips are always chapped and often bleeding because Connor picks at them when he gets bored and Evan knows this because he stares at Connor during French class and he knows Connor hates French.  Connor bites his lips a lot, too. It isn't meant to be nearly as swoon-worthy as it makes Evan feel, but it nearly breaks him every time Connor chews on his lip. Evan's fairly certain this is something he does when he's bored, too, although it might be a nervous habit.

Connor has a lot of nervous habits, from what Evan's seen.  He spins his pen, taps his foot, braids little strands of his hair — the list goes on.  Evan knows each and every one of them.

—— 

Connor has his own sort of ritual.  After begging Zoe to stop at Tim Hortons so they could get coffee, he sits at the window in the den and watches Law & Order SVU.  He had never seen it until Zoe showed him the John Mulaney bit about Ice-T and now he's addicted. It's a problem.

Unbeknownst to either, Connor's SVU marathons are the equivalent of Evan's Cavetown sessions.  Evan thinks about Connor and Connor thinks about Ice-T. And Evan. Mostly Evan. 

Connor has a thing for the way Evan talks.  He knows that Evan himself hates it and most of the school thinks he's annoying, but Connor thinks it's adorable.

Evan has to say exactly what he wants to say, and if he messes it up, he will start over.  He messes up a lot.  It doesn't help that sometimes his tongue catches on words and he gets stuck on a certain sound and has to go back to the beginning of the sentence.  It takes active listening to understand what he's saying but it makes Connor melt.

That's the thing that makes Connor think so hard.  He's supposed to be the mopey badass, the scary emo, the aloof rebel-without-a-cause.  He has a reputation to uphold, even if it's less punk and more school shooter (okay, less punk and more sad).  He may be openly bisexual, yes, but he shouldn't be falling for a tiny tree-obsessed nerd.  

And the fact that Evan of all people is the one his heart decided on is, well, bad.  Connor's too worried that Evan isn't into him to do anything other than stare and Evan can't take a fucking hint.  Connor may think his cluelessness is cute, but it's also really inconvenient.  Connor thinks a lot of things about Evan are cute but inconvenient.

Evan is really, really good at accidentally blocking people's paths and then moving out of the way at the same time the other person does, thus blocking them again.  Evan hates it and Connor thinks it's funny. If it goes on for long enough, Evan starts blushing, and Connor starts falling apart.

And oh my god, when Evan blushes.  It's not like it's uncommon, Evan is both awkward and incredibly aware of it, but Connor still thinks it's adorable.  It brings out his freckles and colors the tops of his ears pink. If Evan is especially embarrassed, he'll try to hide in his hands, but his fingertips are always tinged with the same rose-colored mortification. 

Connor's thoughts drift as he pulls out his phone and scrolls through instagram, but Evan is still there in the back of his mind.  He's always there, no matter what Connor is doing. He spots Evan in the shadows created by the trees in the backyard; sees Evan's worried smile on his mother's face; catches himself doodling Evan's silhouette in the background of drawings. Evan, Evan, Evan.

Connor's phone buzzes in his hand as he scrolls past a collection of Bee Movie memes.  He opens the message, noting it's from Evan.

hhey

He's still typing, but Connor replies anyway.

whats up

The typing bubble disappears for a moment, then pops back up

what r u duing

Connor takes a moment to grin at the misspelling before he responds.

watching svu

do u eanna come see cats with ne 

uhh?? no but absolutely yes im coming, what time

theres a show jn half an hour 

cool see you then

Connor tucks his phone into his pocket and pulls his hands through his hair.  He's going on a date. With Evan. But it's not a date, his mind says.  Connor ignores it.

He's out the door in no time, stopping only to grab a half-eaten bag of twix and shove it in the pocket of his hoodie.  

——

Evan arrives at the theater before Connor does, and sits down next to a claw machine after buying his ticket.  He thinks about texting Connor, but his energy for starting conversations is nearly gone — he barely stuttered his way through asking for a medium popcorn, so he's decided to recharge for a bit while he waits for Connor.

Connor bursts through the door a few minutes later, then stops to look around.  He breaks into a smile when he spots Evan, who lifts his hand in a tired wave. Evan watches Connor talk to the woman at the ticket booth, then the man at the concession stand.  He approaches Evan with a bag of Sprees in his hand.  

"Hey," he says.

"Hi."

"I know Sprees are the worst, but they're the only food that seems to last past the previews, so."  Evan nods, trying to hide the already partially eaten bag of popcorn sitting next to him. "Well, shall we?" Connor reaches down to pull Evan up from the bench.  Evan smiles as thanks, but Connor doesn't let go of his hand. His mind moves at the speed of light, even though there are only two thoughts in his head: Connor Connor Connor and hand.

Connor holds onto him all the way to the screening room, where he tugs Evan into the back row.  He drops Evan's hand as they sit. Connor drops the Sprees into the cupholder on his left and pulls out the Twix, which he starts inhaling immediately.

When the movie starts, there's only one other person in the room: an old man in the front row, who Connor insists is Andrew Lloyd Webber himself, and it's not an issue if they talk because Webber started this whole fiasco and deserves to hear their "critiques."  

The moment the first cat appears on the screen, Connor is laughing.  "Why does she have boobs?" he whispers.  

"Connor!" 

"If they're going to give her boobs, she should have six, not two."

"Connor, talk quieter!"

"Are we supposed to be attracted to the cats?"

Defeated, Evan drops his face into his hands while Connor cackles next to him.  

They make it to Rum-Tum-Tugger without any other mishaps, but as soon as the new cat starts singing, Connor loses it again.  

"Why is he wearing a fur coat?  That's terrifying!"

"What?" 

"You'd be scared if you saw someone wearing a coat made of skin."  Evan looks over at him with a desperate expression on his face.

"Connor, please," he begs, "let's just… let's appreciate cat Jason Derulo."

Connor nods, still wheezing, and calms down a bit.  Until cat Jason Derulo whips off his fur coat in a display of his cat muscles.

Connor drops his head onto Evan's shoulder.  "I can't do this," he says through a fit of giggles.  

But Evan is more focused on the fact that Connor's head is on his shoulder oh my god.  And Evan hears Connor's foot tap, tap, tapping on the floor.  Nervous habit. And once again, Connor's hand finds his. 

"Gotta ground myself.  Make sure we're not dead, y'know."  So Evan, with as much bravery as he can muster, squeezes Connor's hand.  And Connor squeezes back.

But Connor doesn't move.  He stays there, his head on Evan's shoulder, his hand in Evan's hand.  And Evan can't focus on the movie anymore. He eventually picks his head up to laugh at Mr. Mistoffelees, but Connor hangs onto Evan's hand for the rest of the movie.  He's soft, softer than Evan expected, and evidently doesn't mind his sweaty palms, so Evan doesn't complain.

As the credits roll, Evan gathers the bits of courage he has left and look over at Connor.  "Is, uh, was this, like a date? Or did I, um, completely misinterpret what's- did I misunderstand this? B-because-"

Connor cuts him off.  "Do you want this to be a date?" He's quiet, much quieter than normal.

Evan's voice is even smaller when he answers.  "Um. Yeah." He stares down at his free hand, trying to avoid the one Connor still has a firm grip on.

"Great.  Then it was a date."  Evan can hear the smile in Connor's voice.  He looks up, and Connor is beaming, and Evan can hear his foot tapping the floor again.  And Connor's hand is on his jaw and Evan is leaning forward and their lips are pressed together.

It's different than Evan had imagined.  Slower. Gentler. But he's kissing Connor Murphy and Connor Murphy is kissing him back.

Evan is the first to pull away.  He knows his face is a bright shade of pink, but he doesn't really care.  His phone buzzes in his pocket.

"Oh, uh, my mom's here."  He thinks he sees Connor's face fall for half a second, but he isn't sure. 

"Oh.  Alright.  See you soon."  

Evan leans over and pecks his cheek.  "Thanks."

[staboteur]

redraw june 21st 2017 - june 8th 2019

at least i improved in the last 2 years lol (the last year or so is questionable but last two years? absolutely)

DRAW RENE AS A FUCKING YANDERE.

Draw your OC…..

“You got blood on my suit.”

//i feel like i use that phrase a little too much lmao

[rosyreef]

throwback to when i used to go to an all girls catholic school and we all used these tiny little laptops that doubled as tablets but this was before tablets with detachable keyboards were a thing so they were just these unbearably chunky laptops that you could flip the screen around to slide into a tablet sort of shape. it came with its own pen, like a drawing tablet, which you used instead of a finger or general stylus.

this story’s going somewhere: because it was a school computer, we were really limited with what we could install. freshman year it was kind of a free-for-all but i was pretty computer-illiterate and didnt get very far in my installation spree before sophomore year came around and the teachers realized “hey, everyones playing minecraft and shit during class maybe we shld do anything to prevent that?” so they made it so you essentially could install almost nothing anymore. hell.

again, im going somewhere: the only digital art i had made prior to freshman year was with my dads old touchpad laptop with ms paint (if flipnote hatena doesnt also count) so i had no frame of reference as to what i could be doing with my art. i just accepted that paint.net (the program that came preinstalled on this laptop alongside ms paint) was as good as it would get. my friend from flipnote told me about a site called chickensmoothie so i used their oekaki program excessively as well, but it wasnt much better than paint.net to tell the truth.

trust me i have a point: towards the end of freshman year i learned about paint tool sai, so i pirated it and used it for approximately 2 seconds before downloads got nuked off my laptop. i came in the next year with a wiped computer and no way to use a new program. however, during those brief moments i had with sai, i had gotten all too spoiled on the pen pressure feature. chickensmoothie’s oekaki could do pen pressure, but not with my dinky little laptop, not without an extra download (that, remember, i couldnt install). so now im stuck again with my three trusty tools: ms paint (which i only ever used as a joke), oekaki (which didnt support importing images), and paint.net.

my point: my solution was to bring in an entirely unrelated program, ONENOTE FOR MICROSOFT WINDOWS 7, and draw my lines in THAT program which i discovered not only supports pen pressure locally, but i could copy and paste into paint.net, which i then would fill in with color and finish. i drew so much in onenote that sometimes i’d just straight-up save my lines directly as a transparent png and post them as-is, uncolored. like a digital notebook full of doodles.

i only remembered all of this because i was trying to find literally any program i have on my computer that could allow me to just fucking, write down simple text to save for later, and i saw i have onenote on here somehow. the ui is entirely fucking different and it makes me feel old and crusty. ive never seen a single human being mention this program outside of good ol saint ursula academy and i almost forgot it even existed in the first place, if it werent for the fact that i go back and look at all my weird transparent linework sometimes.

i wonder if it still lets you do all of that