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So uh, random doodles?









I think I have adhd. Couple of peoples character in there. I just can’t seem to finish stuff. A couple might be wips but whatever
#welcome home art#Singing monsters#my singing monsters#original characters#fanart of ocs#Welcome home ocs#sonic art#dib membrane#ya#welp yay
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old man gets bullied the series
#gravity falls#gf theseus’ guide#billford#stanford pines#bill cipher#stanley pines#dipper pines#mabel pines#chapter 2 you don't get ford's POV but you know that the entire time he is just going#yay yippee i have family oh joyous days#welp time to blow up bill cipher#what a cool dude#stump art
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。Anemoia 。
#toilet bound hanako kun#tbhk#jshk#yashiro nene#aoi akane#minamoto teru#hanako kun#jibaku shonen hanako kun#done after chapter 112 if I remember correctly?#tbhk fanart#jshk fanart#my art#already posted on twitter but I still kinda like it yay#there are some errors but I am too lazy to fix rn#I wanna call this arc like this for now bc it sounds cool but ig the official term will be like new timeline arc??#tumblr is so so empty it's insane#honestly if there were more people it would be my 100% place to go#Twitter is toxic af and Instagram is Instagraming (Twitter is bad since X too tbh)#so welp
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your half of the ransom
inspired by this post and scar's tweets about secret life :] i speedran this just in time for the first eps of the new season to drop!! as always likes and reblogs and especially comments in the tags are appreciated❤️ enjoy!!
Scar wakes to a field of sunflowers.
The sun itself is a swollen yolk bleeding gold at its edges when he blinks, cascading down from the horizon to melt over the earth with indiscriminate fervor. It dips the petals of each field-flower in honey, honing their silhouettes to supple knife-points— even the soil beneath him, packed firm from countless nights of sleep, has burnished to a fine, patinated bronze. In the amber of its rays stray pebbles transmute to pyrite, the subtle scrabble of roots to filigree, and caught in the open mouth of such gaudy resplendence, Scar digs an elbow into the dirt and hauls himself, reluctant, back to his own unsteady feet.
Even at full height the sunflowers still tower, blocking all signs of hearth and home. But the sun (popped, bleeding, all gored-out gold in the upturned belly of the sky) remains his guide— Scar picks his legs up in a faltering stumble to follow it before catching rough fingers against the stalk of a nearby sunflower. He flinches; this early, it's too easy to perceive each stalk as part of a swarm, a yellowed panoptic presence bearing down on the world-weary muscles of his shoulders.
Their seeds will need harvesting soon. Scar hums, a match-strike against unyielding silence, and casts his gaze back to the sun above to orient himself in the direction of his base.
Until they're ready, he has nowhere else to be.
Trader Scar's is too-empty for so comely a morning, a hollowed-out shell long rebuilt and bristling with more wares than he has those to sell them to. But it's a familiar charade— Scar slips into the back with a single sunflower clenched tight in his palm, bruising the petals and scratching against the insides of his fingers. He changes in rapid, efficient motions; last night's poncho is discarded over a nearby chest in exchange for a brighter one, yellow wool lovingly dyed; his hair is released from its tie, combed through, then braided again; the soft leather shoes he'd worn underneath the stars are left to clump by the doorway in favour of far-keener diamond. Worn in but undamaged, the crystal chimes without dents or scratches— there's nothing left to fight here, anymore.
When Scar steps back out to the front, a ghost is waiting patiently for him at the counter.
Or— the ghost of a ghost, if he's being generous. The outline of a shadow, the flicker of a distant mirage. "Oh," Scar says, and the word scrapes like rust from the well of his throat. He'd recognize those wings anywhere. "Well, hello there, Grian."
Grian's filmy outline says nothing. They never do, when the shades appear for a rare visit. The barrier between living and dead remains a clear divide, a gorge through which Scar cannot pass— all that's left between them now are the soft, faded echoes of what was, and what it could have been.
Still, in the year he's spent here, that's never deterred him from a potential sale. Scar props a hip up against the counter, eyeing the flickering shadow and mustering up his best imitation of an enthusiastic smile. "So what brings you out here to my neck of the woods? Looking for something to buy? Some fine goods to trade, perhaps? Man, I don't think I've seen you around in a dog's age. How about some catching up?"
The back of his neck prickles, electric; Grian's shade is a stygian blot in his vision, a fuzz of static that extends its presence from floor to ceiling. His ghost keeps his silence.
Scar tugs his smile wider, flashing two rows of bright, gleaming teeth in Grian's direction until the strain threatens to choke him. "No? Not even a little bone for ol' Scar? Well, tell you what, don't you go standing on su— se— oh, ceremony! Come in, come in! You make yourself at home, you know how I just love a visitor— how about I make us a drink to share and you tell me where in the world you've been, mister."
He doesn't bother waiting for a non-existent reply; instead, Scar swoops down to snag his fingers against the cupboard he'd installed within the counter months ago, fumbling with the latch before throwing its doors wide open with a gust of musty air. Inside, an eclectic mix of quite high-quality wares and some of Scar's own humble belongings tangle, speckled with cobwebs and the first faint stirrings of freshly disturbed dust.
Scar purses his lips, eyeing each item in turn. A nautilus shell here, a few scraps of wood there, some glass bottles, the handle of a ladle he'd cracked over six months back.... Squinting, he thrusts his hand deep into the mess, sweeping the items aside and shuffling new ones into view until— there!
Toward the back lies a dented iron kettle, brittle with disuse. Scar snaps forward, straining out his arm until the tips of two fingers meet the edge of its dusty wooden handle. With a grunt, he flicks it closer, wincing at the shrill scrape of iron on wood as it inches toward him.
SCAR.
It is not a voice. No mere voice can resonate a single word like that in his chest, trembling in his bones and drumming out from the chambers of his very heart. Like a ripple on the still surface of a lake, it rattles through him, scattering each thought to the far corners of his mind and stripping him raw, flaying open his ribs to splay beneath the scorching sun. The yelp that bubbles up to his lips flies past them unbidden, rocketing out with such force that he jolts, and rams his skull straight into the overhanging lip of the counter.
White-on-red sparks, a cherry-hot bolt of fire centered on his crown. "OW! Oh, oh my gosh, I-I— Grian?"
None of the shades haunting him and this server have spoken. They've never spoken. They've never— so why now, when he's made his peace with that—
Scar wets his lips, tongue dry as desert bone, and drags the kettle out of the cupboard with one quick yank. Clutching it to his chest, he rises back up on shaky feet, holding it up as if to ward off an incoming attack. Some shield; its hollow interior reverberates with a screech when he raps his knuckles against it. "Now— now hang on, mister, you can't just— you— oh my gosh, I-I think you just made my heart stop there for a second." A bracing breath. Two. "Y-You can't just shock a man in his own home like that! You...."
Scar trails off. The misty impression hovering on the other side of the counter remains impassive, impersonal— this is not the Grian he knows.
The Grian he knew.
Deep within the static writhe of his shade, the after-image burn of greyed-out eyes begin to squirm to the surface. Scar flicks his gaze back to the kettle with instinctive, long-honed deference, staring hard into the distorted lines of his own reflection.
YOU WON. Once again the words rip something vital in him, boil up through his veins to tear themselves, wet and coppery, on the limp meat of his tongue. Scar risks a peek up, lump hanging heavy in his throat; each syllable comes out as a squeak, threatening to crack the smooth silver of his voice.
"I— yep, I sure did! I sure did, and— thank you very much, for noticing! I, uh, I still don't know how I did that, what with— oh, you know how it is, with, with the, uh, the— friends situation, how that all panned out. Y'know, actually, I wonder if that's wh—"
The eyes blink at him, asynchronous and blank. Hollow. In the heartbeat it takes for them to train back on his own, a soul-wrenching wave of gooseflesh ripples up over Scar's arms.
He whirls himself away so fast his vision spins. "So, uh— tea! You like tea, right Grian?" Without ceremony Scar scrambles to the other side of the room, forcing the counter still between them, every nerve in his body winding tighter, tighter, kinetic energy in a bottle. "How about, um, a—" he rifles through a new cabinet, clumsy with frenzy— "oh, shoot, now where did I put that— I've got some, uh, some dandelion root! Hand roasted by yours truly, of course. Not that anyone else could do it now, but— oh, oh, and look at the lavender, now that's just delicious, you've gotta try it, G, I know you'll just absolutely love it."
Silence. Scar's hand pauses, braced tight on the handle of the cabinet.
"Grian," he says, slow, quiet. Lets the words drift up, shining soap bubbles, to pop against the ceiling. "Why— what are you doing here?"
To his credit, Grian is direct. IT'S TIME.
Without permission, Scar's fingers tighten around the handle of the cabinet. "It's— what? Wait, wait—" He blinks. Does not turn around. "Time for what?"
Silence.
Scar licks his lips, worrying at the split still stinging at the right hand corner. "Time for what, Grian?"
The distinct pall of burning ozone scalds through the air. Tentatively, Scar shoots a glance back down into the kettle, peering at the distinct smudge still smearing the wall behind him. No eyes in its reflection; some of the tension riding in his shoulders loosens, slackens his tendons and begins to uncurl his fingers from the cabinet knob.
Without warning, a wash of ice wisps forward to numb the small of his back. COME HOME, Grian says simply. The words echo in the gap beneath his sternum, drag themselves up each vertebrae in his spine, and Scar freezes stiff, solid.
"This is home," Scar says, blank.
NO.
Some hot ember, banked countless months ago, sparks back to life in the pit of his stomach. "It is," he says, more firmly this time. "It's— that's it. You said it yourself: I won. And I did it fair and square, I'll say. I followed every rule, every task to the— to the nth degree, and... and now I, um." He falters. Grits his teeth until the molars ache. "I get to live with it."
But a sudden chill that has nothing to do with the shade behind him abruptly slips beneath his skin. Hesitantly, still clutching the kettle in one hand like a lifeline, Scar says belatedly: "... Right?"
Despite the sun nearing midday, the temperature around him plummets. NOT ANYMORE.
"Oh," Scar says. The metal surface of the kettles creaks as his second hand joins the first, digging nails into rust and grime. "I— again?"
YES.
"... And what if I don't want to do it again."
He does not phrase it as a question. They both know his answer.
Scar sucks in a sharp shock of air anyway, rattling the kettle against his chest and daubing a blotch of dust over the soft wool of his poncho. "Is—" he bites his lip— "will everyone... be there?"
YES.
Ah. Scar's eyes slip shut of their own accord; behind them, dozens of veins brim over, webs of blood welling up and spilling to slake a thirst so abyssal it could drink and drink for years without satiation.
"... Will you be there?"
For one long, nightmare-eternity, Grian does not reply. Then, a knife between his ribs: YES.
With slow, halting steps, Scar turns. "Okay," he breathes, and drags a hand over his eyes to cloak them both in darkness, and sags back until his skull knocks against the cabinet door with a dull, tender thunk. Each exhale emerges as a series of shaky puffs, damming up his lungs and swallowing all the air in his esophagus. Scar shudders, scrapes his bitten-down nails against iron, and breathes with the roiling of his gut. "... Okay."
When he opens his eyes again, Grian's ghost has vanished.
The spot it occupied is still frigid when he waves a trembling hand through it; Scar inhales, exhales, inhales again. Rinse and repeat, the perfect cycle, the mantra against extraneous thought. Then, solemn and deliberate, he holds the kettle out in front of him, trailing one wandering finger over its dents and bruises, tracing the paths between the known and the new.
"Guess I'll see you there," he tells it, and lifts its grubby handle up in absent toast.
High above, the bleeding sun strikes noon at last. Scar does not harvest the sunflowers.
#goodtimeswithscar#grian#scarian#desert duo#trafficshipping#trafficblr#secret life#life series#mcyt#mcyt fic#mcytblr#shouting speaks#I SPENT WAY TOO LONG ON THIS FRANKLY#yay for. yet another speed-ran secret life fic tho??? gtws what cocomelon shit r u DOING 2 me......#my fics#will go up on ao3 later. when im alive again. YEEHAW#EDIT: THIS POSTED FROM DRAFTS OH MYGOOOOODS WELP AT LEAST THIS WILL KEEP ME FROM CONTINUING TO FIDDLE WITH IT. GOOD FUCKKNG NIGHT#txt
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Smile ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆。˚
#ts4#ts4 render#sims 4 render#myocs#i so wanted to wait and post this with another picture but#im impatien#really really impatient#so like yay i made the entire bathroom only to use that wall in the end#it was so hard to pick outfits that match that are different that those cuz i always end up using that outfit on Ty but welp#i ahvent been in CAS in a week so i coudlntmake them new date outfits!#plus my brain is amush lately yay#tmi#felix & tyler
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Jinx find herself surrounded by warmth. Warmth like none other that she has experienced before. As she slowly opens her eyes something white catches her eyes. Specially white hair. Knowing that her scribbles are never Ekko she isn’t filled with the fear that comes with her hallucinations. She is instead comforted that Ekko is here. With her.
As she lets her eyes drift away from the boy on top of her she looks around. Knowing that wherever they are is far too peaceful to be Zaun. Fearing that she may be dreaming, Jinx moves around Ekko to try and pinch herself. It doesn’t work though all things considered that Ekko moves around. Pinning her arms down.
As she struggles slightly to try and figure out if this is a dream. A thought hits her. Does she really want to know? Does she want to break this peaceful silence she has going? Or does she want to wake up back in Zaun? Against the little better judgement that she has left she stops trying to fight Ekko. After she stops fighting it Ekko lets up. Letting Jinx have free will of her arms.
She begins to hum to herself. Letting her fingers fiddle with his hair. She can hear a soft groan coming from him as she begins to massage his scalp. Just like he used to whenever he has braids in while they were kids. Jinx giggles softly to herself remembering how much Ekko would complain about his scalp hurting after someone put his hair into braids. He used to beg Jinx to massage his head to make it feel better.
Ekko slowly wakes up. He looks up at Jinx with a soft smile. A soft dopey smile is plastered on his face. “Good morning little lady.” Ekko says with a tinge of tease to it.
“Morning little man.” Jinx says poking his scalp while doing so.
Ekko pouts slightly before humming happily.
#timebomb#ekko#arcane#jinx#it is one am at the moment…#i need sleep#should be updating my ao3 story#but i wont#lamp looks weird#actually idk if it does#welp#was thinking about#my two friends who are dating and we got this#YAY
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Yeah, I wanted the job and the money but not hair loss and high cortisol.
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#my characters#ymber my soggy deity i love you... deity of wet my beloved son#so anyway expect really lazy art for.... days unfortunately#today i clocked out and told another worker welp time to go home and return in 13 hours... yay#and she looked sad for me and said understandable attempt a nice evening#like hey thanks but i dont get an evening im going to bed soon
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was rewatching osp's jttw summarized series and doodled this
#ao lie: *tries to be actually useful for once*#Ao lie: *fails on his attempt to do so*#ao lie: welp never trying THAT again#lmk ao lie#doodle#ao lie fanart#hes just a silly little guy#i really need to actuallly read jttw one day#but it scares me#my art#all my knowledge on jttw is from osp's videos#so yay
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I'm trying a new art style, what y'all think? :3
(au belongs to @/sorascribbless!!! They're really cool, you should follow and support them! :D)
This is a wip btw....maybe, idk
#ranting in tags dont mind it-#AISGSJSIS#WHY AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF-#ITS SO HARD TO RENDER IN MAGMA#welp#time to try and draw ragatha#*cries*#I HAVE EXAMS TOMORROW SKSBSJHS#I HAVEN'T STUDIED AND IM JUST DRAWING LIKE ITS NOTHING HELP#wip#w.i.p#work in progress#yay#guardian angel au#tadc gaurdian angel au#au#alternate universe#sammy's wips#the amazing digital circus#the amazing digital circus jax
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diggers garments🙏✨
#I FORGOT LAST WEEKS DIGGERS-#so now u get 2 of them :)#fanart#reverse 1999#diggers reverse 1999#reverse 1999 diggers#yay#ougdh manus diggers so sorry your facw is kinda wonky 🥲#welp when u draw straight up lineart u take what u can get✊#aw man diggers how come bluepoch let u have 2 genders
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I was going in to make a scug Pebbles design, and then this appeared on my screen.
Well hey it's a snoot spearm
#ourple#The background actually looks decent yay#This was kinda supposed to be a quick lil thing but welp#Why does drawing actual scenes and art not take as long as ref sheets#spearmaster rw#spearmaster#rain world#rain world downpour#rw downpour#slugcat#rain world art
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#toilet bound hanako kun#tbhk#jshk#jibaku shounen hanako kun#jibaku shonen hanako kun#my art#lil warm up yay#Whenever I have a really precize Mitsu's illustration idea in my head it's this expression and lighting welp#mitsuba sousuke#I like him a lot#he is just too famous in the fandom so I don't scream more about him#tbhk fanart#jshk fanart
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You can feel a chill in the air from wherever you’re at, whether it’s slightly windy or not.The sounds of metal were scratching against the ground and you could SWEAR you saw a quick movement of pink at the corner of your eye… A few bolts a distance away start to rattle in their place, but you’d have to get closer to see what was going on. From a distance it seemed like… nothing. Or nobody. Do you go investigate it?
~ @trimalchiooframshackle
maple gets a slight chill that ran down her spine, having a feeling she was being watched. But with nothing else to really do, she took her chances and investigated the source. Or uh-..at least was gonna try to investigate?
#welp#she’s dead/j#ramshackle oc rp#ramshackle#ramshackle au#maple leaf interacts!! 🍁#ramshackle oc#yay drama
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Original idea of “lemme go through his filmography to make an edit for his birthday of all his works” only to remember…the man has over 65 roles throughout his entire career so far so help me Fen’Harel … this edit thingy will be a brief summary of a highlights of some his works because sir is a very busy hardworking man and good for him but also phew.
#I’m still working on it and I’m up to 15 roles (including the 3 he did for Guardian which counts pls)#bear in mind I have to watch these and get clips to fit… and go through ooof#and I haven’t even gotten to Mo San Mei/He Fei/Li Xiang/Ma Zhe/Zhenkai/Ye Laoshi#text posts#the way he said last year of wishing he had more time in a year to make 2/3 movies like yay? but also welp#say what you will about him the man was never not working#please stand by for the queue#I did Chen YiMing first and lemme tell you I legit considered making a vid of him using FUFN by Jade because it would slap but also nope#family banquet was wild because his character be at the club jamming to gangnam style by psy xD
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trying to look up how big the outage was yesterday but all the internet providers are convinced there wasnt an outage because there weren't any user submitted reports... well no shit, if the cable phone internet AND CELL TOWERS all go down we cant go to your website and tell you we're having problems
#welp i guess i'll never know#we didnt have anything all day yesterday it was so weird#internet going out happens all the time but no cell signal? from ANY provider??? what happened#tried to look it up to see if it was something big but i guess it wasnt#idk how big of an area it covered but my town and the two next to me were all stranded#anyways back to bed. i woke up and it was on yay <3#chat
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