#scribblescrabble~

[wayward40k]

✏️✏️ That'd be so cool!

Send a ✏️ if you’d like a quick sketch of your character

[bloominglegumes]

i've been digging around for jazz-and/or-prowl-centred mystery fics and this one was so so excellent to me,, the atmosphere, the details of the environment, prowl's perspective was so nicely done the writing was so juicy i love them being best friends feeling safe together i love the idea of robot ghosts

[phosmic]

you have been here before

and theres a warmth that wont leave your heart

[cowboy-kidd]

cg!viktor headcannons ᯓᡣ𐭩

x - x - x

—DNI NSFW—

· likes keeping you close to him. driving you into his side when he wants to feel your warmth against his harsh purpled skin. He'll take your hand in his own or brush your hair behind your ear while you're sleeping. He mostly feels alone so having a little one beside him that relies on him in ways opposite of the public he’s saved- that is like him in ways he can’t describe, similarly to Sky but untethered.

· whispers about what it’s like being shrouded in universal colors. the comforting things he’s seen told to you like fairytales before you go to bed.

· goes stargazing every so often with you. points to the thousands of constellations up in the sky and identifies them all for you.

· let’s you sit in his lap while you mess with his fingers. comparing them to your own. your natural curiosity is something he always indulges in.

· when it rains he likes to sit outside with you and just enjoy the sound- you bounce around in the wet grass before coming to sit in his lap and lean against his chest while he cards a hand through your wet hair

· when he’s meditating (and thus floating) he leaves you on the ground- you jump to get to him but fail. when he finally comes back down you run into his legs and try to get him to pick you up—to which he complies—a fond, loving expression on his face. you just pout.

· whenever you get up to something and he can’t parse out what you’re doing before you do it, he gives you this look of confused adoration that turns joyous when you produce the outcome. sometimes it’s a silly face or you dancing to imaginary music.

· calls you Nabi and vice versa- a meaningless little term of endearment from nowhere.

· sometimes accidentally cryptic. he goes about the space talking to what seems to be air and then he lays his eyes on you and realizes he’s frightened you. he cuddles you up to him and whispers into your ear how’s he’s sorry- that he had no intention of frightening you and that whatever he said wasn’t important. still, you ask questions- and he’s always amazed at your bluntness. he tries to articulate the answer the best he can but its difficult without his own extensive knowledge

· calls you little one all the time. If he wants to be extra sweet he’ll place a gentle finger on the soft of your jaw and trace it to your chin or tack on a “my” in front of it. You hate it sometimes because it feels like he’s making you smaller than you actually are with his all knowing, omnipotent shtick but once he starts teaching you things it’s much more than that.

· teaches you many things. the art of watching and waiting- patience, and finally, the arcane. shows it to you and allows for you to touch it- pulls you out before it can truly do any damage and holds you during your recovery. He wants to turn you- it’s the next step in evolution. but he can't, longing for a human connection that isn’t devouring one another for the purpose of a greater life understanding. He wants to know you through you- and finds your tantrums less tedious than before.

· won’t see you get hurt- is almost too gentle, too protective of you when it comes to playing with other kids and other people taking care of you- even if he is just another extension of him. he likes seeing you through his own eyes- not theirs.

· tells you about jayce- just not by name. this amazing man who wanted to help the world, just like he’s doing, who wanted to give people opportunities which would otherwise not be afforded to them because of their social standing. he describes him all the time with a fond look on his face.

· doesn’t play with you a lot, but likes putting stuff together with you. little prototypes of boats or trains that you cart around- distracted while he does the real work.

· likes reading while you do your own thing- maybe taking a nap, sitting together in silence with the steady sound of arcane power reverberating inside of him and through the space, or maybe with the steady rhythmic flip of book paper. maybe he hums.

· you try to get him to take naps with you. your constant pulling on his robe and never wavering stubbornness convinces him to lay down with you. he ends up dropping off before you do- in a space similar to where he is when he’s meditating. You touch his face while he’s sleeping, exploring his smile lines and deep purple bags underneath his eyes before kissing him on his cheek and falling asleep yourself.

· he’s very patient with you, even when you’re not so patient with yourself. he’ll gently take you by the wrists and hold them close to his heart so you won’t beat on yourself anymore. his eyes always hold so much emotion- as do yours (he comments on them regularly.) “how am i supposed to protect you from yourself?” he asks you one night, you’re head on his legs and the rest curled up underneath the blankets. you just shrug and bury your head into his calf, a show of kiddy frustration that just makes him sigh and run his hands through your hair.

· you’re always eager to help with his experiments. you don't have the most steady hand but you’re good when it comes down to it. he can ask you to crush up some herbs or pour a a pre measured ingredient into what he’s making. he always helps and he mostly does it so you feel included in whatever he’s doing.

· never any big lights in your spaces. always candles or glowing orbs in your space- maybe the whiteness of the arcane that engulfs the place in light, but it’s never so bright as to where you can’t sleep- Viktor makes sure of that

· likes hearing you laugh- he doesn’t ever do any strenuous activities but he can make finger puppets and tell you stories like never before

· very good with routines and such. likes making sure he’s putting you down for a nap at the right time and generally doing good at parenting you.

[chiropteracupola]

today I am drawing the silly video game men again, tomorrow who can say what will happen!

[inkquiry]

uh oh, johnny

[radstarskull]

Looking up some tutorials, I'm slowly getting the hang of CSP, thought it was finally time to polish up some sketches of my versions of Dream and Ink: Sole and Gadget!

[sleepcherry]

quick autumn naruto for funs 😽💞🍂 he's calling his boyfriend 💋

[mochiwei]

Here’s a step-by-step look at the painting process of my piece for @goddesszine!

1. Rough sketch, and I mean the most scribblescrabble rough line sketch ever.

2. Color blocking/ rough first paint to get the mood across.

3. Finalize background and map out characters again. I felt the first pass was too cramped and I wanted the spring to look bigger.

4. Character flats and begin rendering the water.

5. Adjust character positions and continue rendering.

6. Finish rendering, color correct, add overlay layers. This is my favorite part: adding all the ✨sparkles✨

I know digital painting can be scary and complicated, so I’m glad I have these pictures to remind myself to approach art making one step at a time. I hope you find this helpful!

You can get @goddesszine for free here.

You can get a print of this piece in my print shop.

[swiftwind3]

He glares weakly.

The pursed lips don't fall, and neither does the amusement in her black eyes.

He snorts and clicks, conceding their little staring contest and taking a lengthy swig of his beer. A parched sigh and a cleared throat later reveals a worn, gravelly, comically deep western voice. "It was supposed to be an easy job. None of 'em told me jack about it being some immortal brat."

"Ooh," she gasps quietly, giddy. "The disguise is workiiing!"

"What disgui--"

Silence blares. And his own falter into it muffles his thoughts as the frozen baristas, pianist, fireplace, messenger birds, and his fellow jolly, devil-may-care patrons halted mid-toast steadily registers. The floorboards don't squeak, even with the heavy-booted patrons coming and leaving. Not even his uneven wood stool creaks anymore.

The girl stretches loudly beside him, a satisfied smile in place. Violet scales then climb up her body, overtaking her bronze skin. Black eyes shrunk to slits surrounded by cosmic green and horns protrude from her head to curve to the back of her head with sharpened tips.

He remains still.

"Hm," she rests her chin on a thinly scaled palm. "Hunters and assassins usually have more...pronounced reactions when I do this."

He indulges her, resuming a tentative sip of his drink. He has nothing to lose. With an infinitesimal shrug, he goes, "Rookies usually do that when they ain't done their homework. More lizard people 'round these parts than I'd like to see."

"Heeey," she pouts. "I was here before you."

"Nah nah nah, don't misunderstand me," he waves. "Since the Expansion, your kind's been made into nothing but a replacement for the cows. Now, I get cows have feelin's an' all but they evolved an' were bred to be a commodity. It makes sense to use something that's made to be a commodity, right? It doesn't make sense to use a sentient, intelligent race of bipedal lizards just because the cows are starting to run out."

She hums thoughtfully. "That kinda talk would get you run out of here, wouldn't it?"

"Damn straight. But I'll go ahead," he stands with a grunt. "An' do 'em the favor. No reason to stick 'round here no more." When he walks outside of their small dome of flowing time, he freezes midstep.

She stares at his back, lightly pensive. "Hunters and assassins usually start monologuing about how my race need to be turned into leather, meat, and glue for the sake of benefitting humanity..."

"Those ain't no rookies then," his voice infiltrates her mind. "They're ignorant little shits whose mamas' ain't taught 'em to love properly."

His form remains statue still outside her little dome. After a couple of blinks, a smile spreads across her face, her bronze skin resurfacing over her scales. "You're gonna need to tell me more."

She hops off her stool, falling into step beside him. She follows him out into the cold rain as stomps, creaks, greetings, laughter, yells, the clinking of glass and tapping of wooden mugs and music smoothly resume their presences behind them. Together, they were going to learn a lot from each other.

Dialogue Prompt

“So… what, you’re here to-” 

“To kill you, yes.” 

“Huh… and how’s that working out for ya so far?” 

[justsoftwings]

Bout to kick some ass.

[phosmic]

"I wanna be chainsaw man."

[cowboy-kidd]

papa’s cowboy kid ᯓ★ (headcannons for my imaginary papa)

x - x - x

—DNI NSFW—

★ - calls me things that begin with sweet…(etc. sweet thing, sweet pea, sweet baby..) + kiddo, (little) love, (my) cowboy, baby, buddy, little dude, sunshine, cutie pie

★ - helps me wash my hands…will hike me up on his hip and lean me over the sink, put soap in his hand and then rub it over mine. “Scrub like this, baby…there we go, good job, love..”

★ - holds me close to his chest when I’m crying. Making sure my ear is near to his heart and lungs as a silent reminder to breathe. He doesn’t care if it messes up his flannel cause he’s got a bunch in his closet. Pats my back and runs his hands down my hair while bouncing up and down in an attempt to comfort. Briefly cradles my head to get a forehead kiss in.

★ - very patient when I’m learning new things. When I look to him for reassurance that I’m doing the right thing he gives me a sharp smile and a quiet thumbs up. When I’m finally done he picks me up and twirls me around in the air. “You did such a good job kid!!! What the heck?? I ain’t know I got a genius on my hands!!” When I get things wrong he ruffles my hair and crouches so that he can be at eye level. “It’s alright, alright? Ain’t no hurt, harm, or bad things gonna happen to you if you get some silly old questions wrong, okay? You did good sweat pea..”

★ - when we’re walking side by side he’ll grab my head and steer me into his side and keep me there for an indefinite amount of time.

★ - likes treating us to ice cream and all sorts of sweets and food, if I can’t finish it and get worried he’ll roll his eyes and put his hat over my own. “Don’t worry about finishing it okay? We can take it home n whenever you’re hungry you can eat it then.”

★ - coos at me and probably has a plethora of silly photos from when I was asleep

★ - likes to pick out my clothes for the day, but also likes when i put together ragtag things that clearly don’t match that he lets me wear around the house cuz I think I look good. All he can do is hold back his giggles as I pose confidently for the thousands of pictures he’s snapping

★ - loves holding my hand, even when we’re not crossing the street or he’s guiding me to be careful around cattle or horses. I hold two of his fingers when he’s busy talking to someone I don’t know (also having an iron grip on his pant leg as I furiously avoid being detected by said stranger)

★ - likes riding on the same horse with me, making sure I’m safe and comfy. But also knows that I like my independence. Helps tack up my horse, brushing her sides and making sure I’m careful when cleaning her hooves so I don’t hurt the horse or myself.

★ - loves putting me to sleep. Gathering the sheets to gently lay them over my shoulders. Rubbing my back and humming softly into the night. Goodnight forehead kisses and soft half hugs in the dead of night. Only for me to wake up and climb into his bed to cuddle.

[chiropteracupola]

big awoo, little awoo...

(sharpe, antonia ...and hagman for scale)

[shirozora-draws]

So, uh. Wow. Hi, new followers.

Just so you all know, I’m much more likely to toss up a messy late night “why are you procrastinating on your assignment WHY ARE YOU PROCRASTINATING ON YOUR ASSIGNMENT THAT’S DUE TOMORROW” scribblescrabble of lines and slapstick color than some semi-polished animated doodle. Just... fyi. 

Now that we’ve drastically lowered expectations, have an extremely messy late night keldabe kiss.

[buzzybanjo]

Ishmael - patron angel of the lost and hiding. He serves under Gabriel’s dominion.

part of a project (wip title is Finding Eden) I’m working on :^o