#wingin

[fieriframes]

[YOU SCARE ME WITH THAT WINGIN' AND SAUCIN'... THERE THEY ARE!]

[quirkcaught]

"   I'M  NOT  ON  ANYONE'S  SIDE.   "    none  but  her  own,    anymore.   that's  how  it  should've  been,   and  that's  how  it's  staying.   his  lips  pull  into  a  soft  frown  as  dark  eyes  take  in  the  quirkless  form.   (   she  remembers  him,   bright  eyed  and  young.   )      hopelessly  naive,    like  she  was  once.   but  time  makes  students  of  them  all   —   and  the  commission  chews  up  and  spits  out  everyone  it  touches.   hawks  was  never  going  to  be  exempt  -—   and  yet,    she'd  hoped.      "   i'm  just  here  for  a  pardon  ...   what  do  they  have  you  doing  now,  anyways?   " / @wingin

[shgraki-archive]

"    HAWKS...   let's  have  a  chat.   "    legs  cross  at  the  knee. it pats the seat beside it.    the  suit  she  wears  still  hangs  loose  on  skin  and  bone,  not  unlike  the  way  clothes  cling  to  corpses  at  funerals.   (  no  matter  how  many  times  grandpa  or  grandma  wore  that favorite  sweater,   it  never  quite looked  like  it  fit  them  in  that  casket!  )   despite  how  well-dressed  he's  made  himself  now,   that  whispery,   nails-on-chalkboard  voice  has  not  yet  lost  its  boyish  tone.  "   dabi  said  you  were  with  us;    i  just  don't  know  if  i  buy  that,  number  two  hero.   " / @wingin

[awkwardpossum0]

The Redead Knight

[dailyloopdeloop]

DAY 52: is that a blinding starclan cat

[stardust-falling]

Dear EPIC fandom I present a humble offering

[prettycoolducks]

verryyy loose and sketchy gordon and alyx. I'll probably regret posting this as is because it is "unfinished" but that's the point of drawing this as loose as it is! I'm just out here havin fun (:

[esper-eclipse]

do you have any tips for anatomy? i love how fluid your poses are !!

This is the best i can explain it 😅

I think the most important part is to go crazy!! Draw all cartoony and silly and stuff and as long as you keep track of basic understanding of how body parts kinda look (step 2) itll look great!!

[mindmythorns]

entering the last year of my twenties in 6 days is wild !!

[jeahreading]

I'm winging and fuck it we balling so hard right now I probably look like a chicken flying across the Indian Ocean.

[3000-200-grains-of-salt]

Mmmm Helianthia Pearl with 56?

#56: Bugbear by chloe moriondo

[oogaboogaspookyman]

@dronebiscuitbat drew your chaos child heehoo

Okay byeeeeeee

[ryonello]

[meticulously unpacks 23 keychains to drop them in a pile for an ig reel]

[birbs-draws]

T&I Gertelisop bc they’ve been on my mind recently! 🌻🔮⚰️

[primsheep]

Silentttttt blood painted

[arislore]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆.˚જ⁀➴ You Take My Breath Away

this is an angst(?) blurb based off the kas!eddie theory if it were to happen in my au that i have yet to write about. peace and love. not proofread or beta read. 499 words.

This movie night was going to be the death of you.

Yeah, it was nice that Nancy invited you over, but you only said yes because you knew she would worry, and when Nancy worries, she smothers. But now you were cold, and all the blankets were in the wash. The popcorn is burnt and the candy melted into one giant ball. And, on top of all that, the VHS player wasn’t working.

“Just the TV on the side,” She said, as if it were that easy.

That was a half an hour ago. Nancy decided to start baking snacks to make up for the candy a little while after. You were kneeling in front of the TV, cursing under your breath every time something happened.

The doorbell rang. You hoped that she called for a pizza delivery, because you were not in the mood to deal with nosy neighbors.

“Can you get that?” Nancy called from the kitchen.

You stood up from your position in front of the TV, walking towards the door and opening it. You gasp, your hand flying over your mouth.

You jog up to the meeting place, counting four people instead of five.

“Max, Lucas, and Erica are in the hospital,” You tell them. “It’s bad.”

“Well, we should go then,” Steve said.

“Hold on… where’s Eddie?” You ask Dustin, your head on a swivel. “Is he okay?”

He looks at you, letting out a soft sob.

“Dustin…” Your hands ball in and out of fists, your breath quickening. “Where is he?”

“He’s gone.”

“Wh…” You pause, your eyebrows furrowing. “How?”

He steps toward you, silent. You return the favor, eyes widening as his fingers wrap around your throat. You cough, clawing at his hand.

“Stop!” You scream, but it comes out more like a whisper.

It’s me! It’s me! I love you, stop!

You felt his skin begin to build up under your fingernails as you clawed at his hand, his wrist, his arm–anything you could grab. His head tilted to the side as his grip tightened around your throat.

“Ed–” You choked, your eyes rolling back.

He lifted you by the neck, your legs kicking wildly.

“Who was it?” Nancy called.

Your foot hit the door, sending it flying into the hall table behind it. Nancy called your name, her voice frantic. You didn’t–couldn’t answer.

The sound of feet running past you and up the stairs barely registered as he lifted you higher, walking into the house another couple steps. Tears streamed down your face, into the crevices of his fingers and your neck.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

You crumpled to the floor, gasping for air. You brushed your hands around your neck, sobbing as you stared at the lifeless body in front of you.

“What the fuck just happened?” Nancy asked, squatting down next to you and putting a hand on your shoulder.

You jumped at the contact, turning to look at her with wide eyes.

“My dead boyfriend just tried to fucking kill me.”