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Scars and body practice
Heeeere a draw gift foooor...
@esotericdivinity !
I hope you like it💕💕
Valentine's Day is getting close and you don't have a partner?
No problems! Here, for this year event, there will be someone to help you! the one and only...
Cup-idiot will help everyone in this lovely month! (He has a terrible aim)
*kidnap him and gives him to you*
(hope you like it)
*stares into the void*
i miss zamasu 😔
Heeeere @tisthekarmyn , a huuuuuuuge warm sweater to wear in 2 for Daishinkan! So he won't wear it alone! Is not good being lonely
Here a candy for @bonesandivy ! Hope you like it!
Today tried another style for making another drawing gift! Today gift iiiiiis..
@notdogice ! You always are so so kind on reblog and support artists! I will do my best to be just like you! Kitty promise!
Many drawing are on the way for everyone I promise no one will be left out!
Aaaanother! This one is for @bubble-bobble
I hope you like it!!
I need help
I Am on my adventure of giving surprise gift, today I was about to send another, but for some unknown reason the ask box didn't let me give the gift to the one I was planning to give it, plus, unfortunately, this person doesn't let people who doesn't follow to send direct messages
So I am trying to deliver it, and I will by tagging the account name, @friezaglasiencold I hope you like it
Was a gift for Kuriza! I don't really know if he likes dogs, but here's a dog plushie for him
I still have to give so many surprise drawing to do, after all I want to make everyone happy!
what if someone started a kitchen fire and then got yelled at by everyone else over twitter?
MHA tweets- special edition 😤
Can you draw Adric from Doctor who ( just look him up if you don't watch Doctor who ) as a cowboy please? I want him to wear a poncho and a sheriff badge.
Always happy to draw something nice when I can! I don’t know Doctor Who very well but he seems very nice and this was quite fun to draw, thank you.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY OJ!!! 🎉
I have a gift for you! Well, a GIF-t, to be precise!
I like to call this piece "Smoke Break." There's even a little haiku to go with it!
"The sky over the roof there
Was pink. And Charlie?
They were content as of now."
I hope your birthday is full of wonders and not getting stabbed like the Ides of March! Everybody, go wish the lovely @0rangejulius a happy and swell day!
PRINCESS AND THE SQUIRE.
Here you have guys the new cap of lost kingdom. It's about Stella and Brandon going to Solaria.
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13844769/1/THE-LOST-KINGDOM-winx-club
A dadneto art gift for @fouraligments based on the fic <Hanetz Hachamah>! I considered drawing a scene but decided to try capturing the spirit instead. The historical & cultural premises of the story is great and it's just-tooth rotting sweetness & father-son bonding overload. Truly one of my favorite fanfics.
It was fun making this so I might just start drawing fanarts for fanfics because Mr. Boner doesn't deserve it at the moment. Anyways what I need right now is an angry Jewish magnet man protecting his tiny son.
My stupid hetalia life 😔😔😔
It's chibi!Romano and Spain !!🇪🇸 🇮🇹
‼️‼️(NOT A SHIP) ‼️‼️
I originally wanted Romano crying and being a brat but lowkey would’ve taken forever 😭
He also has his FAT tomato 🍅
Drawing their hands genuinely had me looking at my own to see how the proportions would work and which way the thumbs would face…
They’re the cutest father and son dynamic despite not being related
Found family core ‼️‼️
Btw the next drawing is gonna be randomized too…..
He has the blank eye stare…
It’s the Netherlands 🇳🇱 from Hetalia !!
(Oh god why did I get Hetalia autism and not math smart autism..)
He’s such a silly money man
I hope he falls down a cliff and snaps his neck :3
My favorite part of drawing this was his hair bcz lowkey it was the easiest and fastest part lol
Next drawing will be Nyo!England !!
I have a wattpad account
EllieTheWitch
Please follow me and i hope we can be friends:)
Made a horrible poem (because it isn't a poem more of a thing i wrote) about love. Here it is:
Love is a smile that lasts all day long
Because with the simple thought of you
I remember joy and warmth
Love is remembering your favorite food, flower, and color
And smiling when i see them
Because now i find you in everything
Sometimes when you laugh
I see all the other times
And i think about how much warmth and happiness
A simple sound can bring me
Sometimes days aren't simple
Sometimes we cry
But it's times like those
That make your smile afterwards
The brightest
And when i can't remember
how to smile
You remind me
If i've forgotten to eat
or take a break
You fill my heart
And when you hold my hand
And my heart
Close to yours
I feel like home
This is love
But mostly
This is you
Sometimes my writing's bad, sometimes it's good. But sometimes, IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE A GOD.
I was reviewing my writing and I found this gem(??) And I can't believe I of all people wrote it. Like damb, i'm quezy about it and i'm not even in the story. Here it is, btw, with a bit of editing to make the characters anonymous:
(Character A) remained quiet after that, afraid of another terrible stumble. They were a disastrous person and never could go without a stupid, clumsy act. (Character B) observed the mortal named (Character a). Trying to figure out (Character A)'s motives and weaknesses. They never looked at (Character B) until (Character B) suddenly grabbed (Character A)'s face.
"Interesting." (Character B)'s dead-set observant stare into (Character A)'s eyes had them anxious.
"What?"
"Your eyes are the color of the sky. I haven't seen the sun-filled sky for a long time." Amazement, wonder, nostalgia, and so many other emotions flowed into and out of (Character B).
"Oh, do you miss it?" (Character A) relaxed into (Character B)'s hold. Gazing back into (Character B)'s maroon eyes.
"Dearly."
Like FELLO????? Which romantic literature god/goddess possessed me??? If only I could write like this when I really needed to, like school 😭 and even better they have their own versions so it gets more romantic!
So y'know how Batman and Iron Man like to help *cough cough* adopt *cough* sad chuldren (specifically orphans)? Yeah i have a thought, don't get mad, and i NEEDED to share it.
Batman meets a kid (cause we have to change a few things) who just lost his parents to a car crash. Kid's got a whole company to take care of and expectations and eyes on him. Batman, of course, adopts him. The kid? Tony Stark.
Now Tony heard of the incident, truly heartbreaking, and decides to attend the funeral because the Waynes were good people. He meets their only son and child, Bruce, who's in this depressing and angry state. Kid's got no one but the butler (Alfred) to look after him. So what does Stark do? He (unofficially) adopts Bruce and looks after him.
Now there are quite a few plot holes but fudge it, it could work. I just think that though they strongly dislike each other they also would've understood and adooted each other if one was younger than the other. But like i said, lots of plotholes.
I suck at this trend but I hope u enjoy
Redesigns? Healthy relationships? Everyone’s alive? Yep, indeed it is 👍
Got out of summer school and had art block. Then remembered I owed @maxieforest art of his characters since March. Big whoops.
(Check them out tho, they’re pretty lit)
I wanted to do it too :3
What better place for a knight to find a pleasant conversation than on the other side of the door?
@whitexknight is really swell so you should all go say hi.
So firstly when drawing this I wanted to draw it for @breezemoonriver because I wanted to . I don’t particularly ship these two , but this is a way to show that even if you have a request for me to draw a pair that I do not ship don’t be afraid to ask . While drawing regularly though , unless I get an ask to draw any ship you like I’ll probs just continue with drawing my ships (like Bakudeku) (but I might switch up here and there)
surprise I'm your @inazumasecretsoccer @iyliss 😊 I hope you like it and I am so sorry for it being so late , studies drove me absolutely crazy along with family stuff so yeah .
@magicalshe
It's been a few months since the school year began. Yuuki has made a few friends although he is not a person who talks a lot with others. Every morning when he comes to class he greets his friends, talks to them, laughs, and talks about what he has done over the weekend.
His school life seems normal and does not stand out at all. However, he has realized one thing. He always pays attention in class, but sometimes he can be very clueless. Looking at his surroundings without thinking of anything, one day, he began to notice a girl sitting next to him. She rarely talks to anyone, is solitary, reads books with rare symbols on their covers, as if books of magic were.
Although he occasionally looks at her she never notices that he watches her. Maybe that bothers her.
After a while Yuuki has been thinking of talking to her, but he does not know how. What would they talk about? Maybe they had nothing in common. Maybe she likes to be alone. There are doubts hovering around Yuuki's mind.
One day after class Yuuki decided to stay in the library studying. When he opened the library door he saw someone. It was her. She was sitting at a sit-down table in a corner. Yuuki can not take a step to see her. His nerves had paralyzed him.
Then he thought of leaving, but decided to arm himself with courage and enter that room. He walked to a table and set his bag down. Then he looked at her again, took a deep breath, and walked toward her.
"Hi ..." He said as he clasped his hands together because of the nerves. "I'm your classmate, Yuuki Hase." He went on to say while a bunch of doubt hung around his head - again -
Would it bother her? What if she did not want to talk to anyone? What would he answer? Would she ignore him?
Angelic monster
A short horro story I wrote:)
TW: Blood & psychological horror
I've been such a coward.
Never before have I stooped this low.
Never before have I done something like this out of fear.
Yes, it's all because of a fear that can thoroughly be explained and the reason is an understandable one.
But somehow the feeling I got from doing it hasn't left me.
It's like it's slowly rubbing my back, poisoning my skin.
It has burned itself deep into my soul and the chills I got from that day still haven't disappeared in the slightest.
I dislike this feeling.
I hate this memory.
It feels like I will have to watch my back until my last breath.
That day I went with my students to do research on a strange cave that had been recently found, I'm a teacher you see.
We were driven there by the group that secretly had been holding my family hostage, I knew, but pretended not to and I was lucky that none of my students noticed.
The group wanted me to investigate this cave in order for more power.
It was said that monsters had been created from this cave.
The research I had done before had proven that somehow it's real.
That's when they found out.
My God, why did I have to find it?!
Why did I have to be the one to do this?
If I could go back in time...
Well it doesn't matter anymore now, everyone is dead.
All my students have been killed, every single one of them.
I still remember all their faces, I still remember their ideas, their wishes and the possible futures they could have had.
Well... I don't really want to go on about them anymore.
We found and caught the monster that was needed for the group's project. They needed a weapon and that's the one they wanted.
A monster that could destroy cities with ease.
Somehow the one we found looks much different from what had been foretold in the stories I had studied, no hairy paws or yellow eyes, but it was a monster nonetheless.
A monster of great skill and strength beyond that of a simple human being.
Now years later, the monster sits before me.
It has an almost angelic appearance, with white wings on its back like a lower class angel from the bible.
Its skin is dark grey, its form almost human, and covered with small white feathers, except for on its neck, face and claws. The head somehow has longer feathers growing out of it, like the hair on a human's head.
Its claws are like a combination of that from a bird and the hands of a person.
Having five 'fingers' on each hand that are more longer and slender than that of a human being and of course ending in sharp nails.
The other researchers and I have been unable to find out the gender of the creature, which is another strange thing. But then again, it's just a monster, nothing more, nothing less. It has already killed so many.
It snuffed out their lives like it was nothing and it will surely do so again.
Somehow, by continued teaching it has mastered the human language.
And now it sits before me, eerily calm.
There is a thick glass wall between us, since this monster is being used by the group as a weapon and is of course still a danger to everyone.
"Professor, what is it that you wanted to talk about?" the monster asks politely.
I can feel myself growing irritated by its tone.
Since when did it believe to address me by 'Professor'? That was reserved for my students, not this monstrosity.
Still I decide to let it slide for now, I don't want to anger it.
"Well..." I hesitate, while mustering up the courage: "It's about that day."
"I see." The monster looks down, does it remember? Does it feel guilt for what it has done?
"The day you found me, I assume." It guesses.
I nod: "That day I will never forget how you slaughtered my students." I almost growl at it whilst glaring.
"I didn't." It answers as if trying to hide its guilt.
I hate it.
I hate this monster.
"I want to know what went down there." I demand it: "How did you get there and why were you there?"
The monster hesitates for a moment but then begins to answer: "Well, I don't remember too much about that place. I believe that there are things I don't know about it at all."
"Be more clear."
"Yes, professor, I'm sorry."
"Quit calling me that." I guess I'm saying it now anyways.
It stops for a moment, almost looking shocked from my sudden burst of anger. Well it probably doesn't feel that anyway, I must have imagined it.
Then it nods as I sign to it that it should continue.
"From what I heard about the cave, it could be used as a way to conjure up monsters or demons."
"Go on."
"I don't think you would want to hear it."
"Continue." I say glaring at the monster.
It sighs in discomfort and then does as told: "I believe that there is something inside that cave that has the ability to turn something or someone who enters into a so-called monster."
"Yes, we noticed with the rat."
"Pro- erm, I mean sir, why did those students got sent inside? If you knew-."
I don't let it finish: "It was an emergency."
I was powerless that day, I couldn't do anything. It's not my fault.
"So, then do you remember entering the cave?"
To my displeasure the monster shakes its head: "No I don't. There are no memories from before I awoke."
"Awoke?"
"The moment I heard their screams."
"Well you are the monster of that place after all."
"Sir, I actually don't believe that to be the case."
Annoyed, I look at it: "And what the hell does that mean?"
"Like some of the other scientists say, I don't believe to have come from there, nor am I the creature you have been looking for. I'm just too different."
"They are just toying with you, giving you false hope, you're a monster after all."
Is it just me or did it seem slightly annoyed when I called it what I did?
No that can't be.
For a moment it remains silent.
"But then, isn't the monster in this situation yourself?" The monster then asks me as if it was something completely normal.
"What?! No! You're the monster, you are the reason they died." I panic, wondering what it is trying to do to me..
"I didn't kill them. I tried to save them all."
"Bullshit! You killed them, you were covered in blood when we found you!" I yell as I feel my face growing red. Why would it say such terrible things?
Somehow the monster remains completely calm.
"I didn't kill them." It repeats: "I tried to save them, but the one who went rampant was already killing the others even before I awoke."
"SHUT UP!"
But the monster continues: "I saved one person though, the girl, one of your students, she left the cave alive."
Rage has filled my mind and I'm unable to think clearly.
"I didn't do anything wrong!!!" I yell, slamming my fist against the glass.
But then calmly the angelic monster throws the undeniable truth in my face:
"Wasn't it you who pulled the trigger?"