#so many scribbles
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zephyrrhiesfyrian · 1 month ago
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a wip for that sparkeater fic i mentioned: Perceptor and Highbrow bond over noms (the noms may or may not be a former crewmate, it's unclear)
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what is Getaway looking at
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i do not remember why i drew this tiny hoist
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Protectobot snuggles!
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BLADES, DOWN, DOWN BOY--
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Senator Shockwave has a crisis
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Here’s some more scratchy sketches of Alyxia Dalyrud, realized I forgot the writing on the right side of her buy’ce (helmet).
I’m noticing I don’t have quite a lot of art of my OC’s and if I do have some they are low quality and inconsistent so I’m probably gonna take a bit to compile and create some more. I’ve debated just posting them but I dont know :/
I’m a sketchbook hopper and I can’t just draw start to finish in one sketchbook so it’s very scattered. I have a digital character lineup in progress tho.
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joels6string · 2 years ago
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Neuroticism is opting to handwrite my outlines for this fucking Joel series because there’s no computers in that world. Absolute madness.
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sangrefae · 6 months ago
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wheezes and collapses into a pile of bones and dust
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canisalbus · 2 months ago
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Stress management Machete doodles.
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screwpinecaprice · 5 months ago
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He communicated through mental text.
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tazmiilly · 2 months ago
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car doodle
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idliketobeatree · 5 months ago
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i'm living the dream, in the dream, i'm buried alive two bed grave, one bath, car in the drive mirrored covered windows block the light feeding back reflection distorts life cut connection — jesca hoop
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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 1 year ago
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i don't know what this is. the plush has invaded my brain. it has the controls now
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skizabaa · 2 years ago
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Sun's purposely not telling him how to tie his shoes.
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midoristeashop · 5 months ago
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Jack prost
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Jack studies but I was only allowed to ref the rotg concept art 🤩
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dfsdgaefh · 17 days ago
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a batch of photocards 🥸
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suntails · 8 months ago
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knight of dreams
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phantom-peachie · 7 months ago
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hhhh,,, skyward sword,,
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a11eya · 5 days ago
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You’ve been dating Bakugou for almost a year now, and it’s been nice keeping the relationship to yourselves. 
So it comes as a big surprise to you when Bakugou brings up telling your friends about the two of you. And eventually going public about the two of you.
“You can take care of yourself,” Bakugou says, more to himself than you at this point, as you’re barely listening. You’re both relaxed on his couch, decompressing from work, and he has your legs in his lap. 
He runs a hand up and down the length of your thigh, slowly, measured. He's not thinking about what he’s doing to you, you can tell. His touch makes you warm, interested. In the glide of his hands, the sharp angle of his jaw. In the curve of his bicep. Not in this conversation.
You try to focus. The both of you have been pro heroes for years, now, and both your quirks are offensive ones. Strong. It’s something you’re grateful for. (Though some days are still spent worrying about him, keeping you on edge, jagged. The nights when you wake up to him sleepless and sitting up in bed beside you, hand cupping the pulse in the side of your neck, are somehow worse.)
That's probably what he’s thinking about—that if your relationship got out beyond your friends that villains or enemies would think to use you against each other. And he’s saying they would think twice, knowing your reputations. That if either of you were civilians, or not at the top of your game, being open about your relationship wouldn’t be an option. 
He's always respected your strength. It’s one of the things that made you fall for him. 
Bakugou scowls. “And s’annoying dealing with Shitty Hair’s questions. He’s been irritating since Halloween.”
“You think he saw us?” you ask. The two of you had gotten a little careless towards the end of the night, sneaking off to a corner of Midoriya’s apartment to let your hands wander. 
Bakugou rolls his eyes, shrugs. “If we tell him, he’ll stop being such a goddamn pain.”
He glances at you, waiting. His hand stops its movement, instead gently squeezing the meat of your thigh. You watch him watch the indents his fingers make in your skin, the satisfaction that settles on his face as he touches you. 
Your stomach flutters. He has to be doing this on purpose. 
What were you talking about again? 
“We can tell our friends,” you finally manage. “I don't mind, though you know Kaminari’s gonna tease and Midoriya and Kirishima might be upset you didn’t tell them sooner. But maybe we keep it private from the public for a little longer? If that’s okay?”
“…Okay,” he says after a long moment. 
It is okay—at least for a couple more months. Your friends are as sweet (and obnoxious) as you expected them to be, upon hearing the news. 
Recently, though, Bakugou's been acting differently when the two of you are out and about. He's less careful about wearing a mask to hide his face, and he’s stopped wearing hats to hide that distinctive blond hair of his. 
He used to lean out of frame of photos and videos you’d post to social media of things you’d do together, food you’d eat at meals together. But these days, you’ve had to make a real effort to only get footage of him that’s below the neck. 
You’re not sure what he’s thinking. Maybe he’s just tired of having to be lowkey, now that both your friends know. If that’s the case, you get it. Sometimes, you can’t be bothered about concealing your identity too. 
Bakugou sits across from you, watching as you pull out your phone to take some pictures of the food in front of you. 
You first came to this cafe together a year ago, and despite the owner recognizing the both of you, she was discreet. Respectful. She even makes sure her staff seats you so that you have the most privacy. It’s one of your favorite places to grab a drink, a little dessert. 
Smiling to yourself, you begin recording a short video, panning over your food. 
Suddenly, Bakugou ducks his head so that his face is in frame of your video. His mouth is turned down in a ferocious scowl. 
“Katsuki!” you exclaim. You stop recording, shaking your head in bewilderment. “What’re you doing?”
“Tired of this soft launch bullshit,” he grumbles, and your eyes widen. “You ashamed of me or what.”
“What? I'm not!” you say, suppressing the laughter bubbling up in you, trying to escape. You’re failing miserably, a smile stretching your lips, and it only makes him scowl harder.
“How do you even know what a soft launch is?” you manage after a moment, regaining your composure. Bakugou's rarely on social media—his PR team controls all of that, as he has zero interest. 
“Soy Sauce Face and Shitty Hair were talking about it,” Bakugou says. A very subtle expression you identify as embarrassment flashes across his face. “Some singer they follow started dating someone or whatever.” 
“Soft launches are only a thing if people don’t know who I’m dating,” you tell him, tapping your foot against his under the table. “Everyone who matters knows that I’m yours.”
You watch his face, looking for any sign that he’s still bothered. Bakugou can be unpredictable about things when it comes to dating, you’ve found. With most everything he’s loud and unfiltered. Direct. So you know it’s when he’s trying to hide things, hide how he’s feeling, that it’s important to pay attention.
“We can go public if you want,” you say a little more quietly, looking into his eyes. 
“If you want,” he says gruffly, reaching over to pinch your cheek. 
You wince exaggeratedly to make him let go, and then you turn your face into his hand. You smile. “Okay. Let’s tell Japan.”
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scribbles-ink · 7 months ago
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quick doodle
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