#quick shitty drawings

[j4bberj4y]

Intro to my rdr ocs (this is mainly for me)

Adam Lonall

Surprisingly soft spoken for an outlaw, until he gets his hands on a bottle. Adam was roped in by Sean MacGuire after the pair spent a night drinking together and Adam admitted he was on the run for killing a man. It was soon found out how quiet the man was.

Flint Colton

A widower, lost both his wife, Margret and newborn daughter during childbirth, flint became closed off, and returned to the life of crime he had lived before his marriage, not knowing what else to do. Crossing paths with the Van Der Linde gang soon after while attempting to rob a store, being convinced to join after it was successful. The man is very closed off, but was able to connect with Mary-Beth, seeing her as the daughter he never got to see grow up, though he would never let her know that.

Jemima White

Jemima white was born into a gang in 1880. the gang fell apart 17 years later. Jemima was taken in the Van der Lindes as she was a talented outlaw, with a knack for getting out of tricky situations. Ironically, she was caught by the law shortly before the Van der Linde gangs failed Sanit Denis bank robbery, sentenced to hanging in 1899.

Patience Robins

An orphan taken into the Van Der Linde gang, found in 1871 by Bessie Matthews, after being attacked by a man she had robbed, slashed across the face. Mrs Matthews became a sort of mother figure to her up until Bessie’s death. Patience still holds her memories dear. Always wears a cross necklace given to her by her late mother.

Anne Baker

A tough German woman, born in 1850. she emigrated to America with her husband, Thomas Baker. Thomas Baker died in 1884, succumbing to small pox, Anne was found by Susan Grimshaw and was taken in by the Van der Linde gang shortly afterwards, knowing very little english.

[taimanzano]

Megatronus Prime, Prima Prime.

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[creepst-crypt]

I have not recovered from my deathly illness (my cold)

[didy414]

he probably can't cook

[typing-catastrophe]

could you write a stanford pines x reader headcanon where the reader is an artist and always draws him and draws in his journals when he isnt looking? maybe he talks to the reader about the drawings and they get really flustered i dunno!!! <3

oohhh! yeesss, that's a great idea! thank you anon ^^ hope this is okay, enjoy!

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Your little habit started out even before Stanford came back. Dipper saw you sketching in your notebook from time to time, and asked you to draw something for him in the journal. He handed it to you and pointed next to a text he'd written about some anomaly (maybe a Manotaur or the Pterodactyl). First you were unsure, how would you feel if someone randomly decided to draw in your sketchbook? But it actually seemed really fun, and you didn't want to disappoint Dipper. Also it was in the spirit of research and preserving observations. And honestly, what were the odds the mysterious author would ever show up again?

With that attitude you began, whenever you got the chance to, to doodle yours and the twins encounters with the countless strange phenomena in gravity falls into the journal.

Well, oops? Seemed like the universe decided that not long after you started doing so, it was the right time for the author to come back.

It wasn't a big deal really, Dipper kept the journal for most of the time and Ford told him that he liked the additions he made. You weren't sure if he only meant the notes Dipper added, or if he even knew that someone else drew the newly added creatures.

It didn't take long for you and Ford to get to know each other better and spend more time together. Literally everything about him was just so fascinating. From the way he talked about his dimensional travels, anomaly hunts and research, his interest in a shared hobby of yours (dd&md), to the way he held himself. And, even if you were a bit embarrassed to admit it, his looks.

You couldn't help it, he was captivating. So to no surprise, one day you found yourself sitting on the shack's porch, looking over at Ford standing in the yard, working away at something that was too bulky for the basement. You didn't even realise what you were doing until something startled you out of your thoughts and you looked down at your sketchbook, seeing a familiar figure on the open page.

And then it happened again, in the lab. He was explaining away, deeply invested in whatever topic he was rambling about, not really taking in his surroundings. You had started out just sketching his study, but somehow he turned out to be the main focus of it.

One evening you found yourself in the living room of the shack. Ford was sitting on the floor, which was almost entirely covered in graph paper. You had joined him while he prepared the next campaign session, the tv quietly proving some background noise. While he was franticly scribbling away sheet after sheet, you propped open your notebook and began sketching some of the characters that came to your mind. Ford's, Dipper's and your characters and some npcs you encountered on your travels. But looming over all of them, half hidden behind the dm-screen, the scheming face of the man before you took his shape.

The end of the evening was rather blurry, you remembered falling asleep on the floor and being carried to bed, half asleep in someone's arms.

"hmm thank you", is all you could mumble when you felt the soft pillow under your head.

"No problem, dear", you heard a deep voice chuckle.

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When you thought about it the next morning, a smile crept unto your face and you kinda wished, you would've been more awake, so you could've enjoyed the moment properly.

The smile was quickly wiped off though, when you realised that you must've left your sketchbook in the living room, given that Ford probably didn't bring it with him last night. You panicked and jumped out of bed, stumbling to the door when your gaze was caught by something. Your sketchbook, laying on your desk. You exhaled, glad it didn't lay around for anyone to see. You took it into your hands and opened it to the last page you were working on. But instead of the drawing from yesterday evening, only the one before that stared back at you. Confused, you turned the pages a few times, examined it, maybe someone ripped it out? No, no remnants of a torn out page....

Then, it dawned on you. You left your notebook in your room yesterday. You didn't plan on staying or even going to the living room. God knows how you ended up there, but it definitely was without your sketchbook. Which could only mean one thing...

In record time you were out the door, down the hall and in the living room. Right in time to take in the scenery of Ford staring down at his campaign notebook, opened to the page of your drawing.

"Ahh!! No no don't look!", you jumped forward and put your hands over the drawing. Ford furrowed his eyebrows, looking quite puzzled.

"This? Oh I already saw it last night after getting you to bed. It is incredible!"

Your cheeks heated up. "Oh" was all you could utter.

"It was also you who added the depictions of the twin's adventures, right?"

"Uhmm" You didn't keep your passion for drawing a secret, but you also didn't make a big deal out of it. And honestly, the way Ford was always so indulged in his own mind, you didn't think he was paying much attention to what you were doing. Now you felt a bit stupid for believing he wouldn't connect the - admittedly - obvious dots.

"They really are marvellous. And this?", he gestured to yesterdays page "Truly phenomenal!"

You didn't know what to say. You weren't even sure if you could say anything at all. All you felt was blood rushing to the tips of your ears and a flaming hot sensation in your cheeks.

"I- well uhm, thank you", you managed to stutter "I uh, I actually didn't mean to- uhm, use your campaign book. It was a mistake, I'm sorry."

"You've got to be joking! It's the perfect addition!" Ford exclaimed. "Do you mind if I keep it?"

"Oh", his enthusiasm caught you off guard. "I-, I guess not. Actually, that would mean a lot to me." you admitted sheepishly.

"Very well then! Thank you, dear." He looked at you with a fond expression.

You were about to retreat back to your room, turning around ready to leave, when Ford spoke up again, the smile apparent in his voice. "I also liked your artistic rendition of the twins adventures. Anything else you want to show me?" You froze.

Your heart started beating ridiculously fast. Did he knew? Did he notice you staring at him while drawing? Your thoughts started racing, but came to a sudden halt when he leaned down. His lips were almost touching your ear when he started to whisper.

"Maybe another time." And with that he walked by you, leaving you to yourself.

-------------------------------------------------- thank you for reading <3 reblogs are appreciated

a/n: if you want a second part with romance and/or where ford discovers the drawings of him, let me know! Have a nice day/night!

[4525yaoi]

oh god there's two of them now

[shadow3142]

DO I LOOK LIKE HIM?

[yourlocalabomination]

Wow, can’t believe that the Tin Can Bros invented gay people.

[temeyes]

just some biker bois complaining about other biker bois' bikes (except i didn't draw any bikes...)

[autoboros]

Wanted to draw @nephilimbrute 's Agent 8 because they are so so neat to me

[ashoss]

tim & nico .... will & bernard ... are you also seeing the vision I have or ?! here in exhibit A you have the blonde with their sleep deprived boyfriend ...

bb i was born to understand ur vision

will and bernard are taking about how to keep their idiot boyfriends at home while they are injured.

[noname-nonartist]

Hmmmm. My title screen looks different today but I can’t figure out why~ X3c

Happy Pride Month everyoneeee~

[karkatbug]

Looks like mumbling his thoughts out loud finally benefited Dave

Day 7 of @davekatweek: Fluff

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[Thanks for reading! Hopefully Dave wins Karkat a cute plushy or something on their first date.]

[spiderin-space]

Yeehaw‼️

[smellycatew]

She's thinking about Katy