Tw Smoking - Blog Posts
This is one of my first ever animatics :D
I'm hope you'll like it :>
SUUUUPER PROUD OF THIS ONE pathetic man
Two sketches I didn't feel like lining/coloring that I did while thinking about very minor characters I never talk about,
Helvetica having a "who broke it" moment. (His mug says: "Drink Coffee: Do Stupid Things Faster with More Energy".)
Tutorial smokes. Both tobacco and weed, though mostly tobacco. His tail wags automatically when he's very high. The broken heart cloud is cause I'm thinking Tutorial was betrayed and abandoned before he was given his role in the Land of Legends, which has worsened his descent into not trusting others and refusing to get close to anyone.
Conflict.
I was thinking of scrapping it but yknow- might as well! The HC that Hizashi smokes hurts- and I hate it- HOWEVER-
~Smoke break~
a shadowpeach ?angst? Fic + art<3 : art & writing by me. Hope you enjoy ~
tw: smoking+minor sh
Swk stood leaning against the railing, smooth smoke rolling off his lip.
It feels like century’s since he’s done this, He started this habit near the end of the journey to help with his stress, and he kinda tapered off of it after becoming somewhat of a hermit.
But history has the tendency to repeats itself now a days.
Thankfully it doesn’t really effect him ,medically, one of the many perk’s of being an immortal!
But It doesn’t not affect him.
It clouds his mind making him feel fuzzy, grounding him in the moment while making his problems blur into the background.
The moment? watching the city that holds the last remaining people who somehow care about him,
The water refracting the flickering Lights making a halo effect on the city.
But of course all good things come to an end,
“Ooo~ what do we have here~” it rung in his ear.
It was a degrading voice that ever since the day he met it love to remind him of every little mistake.
reminding him
Why he’s nothing.
And That no matter how hard he tried he’ll never be enough.
Even when the owner of the voice was gone
It still lingered-
Poking-
Prodding-
Crawling on his back-
It’s suffocating, like it’s holding him down.
…
“What would Mk think”
It was macaque-
“The great sage falling for mortal addictions, how disappointed would he be?~~”
He hummed with a teasing smile.
leaning over the railing trying to get wukong to look him in the eye.
But the king just leaned into his cigaret taking another drag.
He dropped his smile, disappointed.
“Why ARE you smoking” he was more accusatory this time
“You know it won’t help, RIGHT!”
The king Held his breath
“or are you doing this just to forget about your responsibil-“
Apparently smoking makes him even more impulsive too,
Because before he knew It he had macaque by the scarf with their lips pressed together. He letting out a shaky, and agonizingly slow breath out.
Letting The smoke that filled his lungs, fill macaque’s.
His eyes were closed but he could feel macaque lean in, he was trying to tease him, wukong figured.
When he pulled back the six-eared-macaque was wearing an unreadable face.
His eyebrows raised and nit together, eyes wide, pupils small, and mouth slightly agape letting smoke slip out.
He was surprised yet something else, wukong didn’t care to find out.
Breathing in “you can ether LEAVE or SHUT UP and have a smoke” Swk said gesturing to the pack of cigarettes. The pack had been resting on the railing, being the only company he had before macaque showed up, it only had two cigarettes left.
Wukong turned towards the city inspecting the one he already had, It was almost burned out.
He lifted it up, pressing it deep into his neck before twisting it. Making it Let out a sharp sizzle. In the corner of his eye he could’ve sworn he saw macaque flinch, But he knew better.
He closed his eyes and let out a slow sigh. Before tossing it into a nearby trash can.
He turned to grab another, but in one swift movement macaque grabbed the whole box.
Apparently he chose to stay.
While Giving him a glare. He stuffed the box into his pocket while lifting one of the cigarettes to his mouth .
Once his other hand was free it was lifted to the other end of the cigarette.
There was A flash of purple before it started smoking.
“You really are the worst mentor” it was macaque‘s favorite insult nowadays, a guaranteed fight. He just loved the attention didn’t he? But the monkey king just kept looking at the city. Even though Swk would never admit it, macaque was right.
that kid does deserve better
And He knows he isn’t Good enough, yet, but he would be damned if he didn’t try.
So he will become better, or die trying.
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AAAAAA- I spent my whole weekend working on this, sorry for the shittty art- I was tearing through art block. Any constructive criticism about my writing though is welcome~
anyway have a good day~~~
A test for some reason. I liked my profile pic’s art style so I try to redo it.
Sanji dragon ig
More silly drawings
Careful, you almost made me drop my cigarette
stein is a pretty neat character, I like em. (soul eater or NOT wasn't as good as I was hoping for :( for the love of me I couldn’t get past episode 2 which is sad since I saw a pretty funny stein clip from the spin off that I wanted to see)
anyways enjoy some art I made of em.
(I'm ashamed to say I am actually a fake fan, I drew this because I knew it would make my friends (the actual Constantine fans) smile)
For @ratblazer’s DTIYS that I was kindly sent the link to, love her artstyle, much charming skrunkly, the original is under the cut for reference.
"NAT, PLEASE DON'T TURN ME INTO A MARKETABLE HOODIE"
aAaaAAAaaAaAaaaAAAAAAAAAA—
(jk I'm not actually selling this hoodie it's expensive to make custom made stuff here, I made this for my own enjoyment)
SCP art and doodles I did this past month (not in order)
I feel really proud about this one took me 4 hours, Bright is one of my favorites
the mask duo breaching containment, this is the first SCP art I did in awhile
I really like SCP-049-ΩK I wish people know more about it <//3
the SCP Foundation Twitter did a 173 Birthday Art Contest so this is my entry :)
doodles of my favorite duo + 999
Im making his ass DIGITAL
Mainly because the sketch looks fire :3 but the picture sucks because i was in a moving car while taking it
it had been a whirlwind couple hours, coming back to life would've been a lot harder had she not found nikolas. he quickly got her back on her feet and she was grateful, but she also needed some time to mull it over. questions bounced in her mind and none of them had answers. it hadn't been made public knowledge, that eleanor was back from the dead so when people clamored around her, she couldn't help but become nervous. walking faster, she managed to get away from the crowd. a man's voiced caused her to jump, looking up at him she shrugged. "yeah, just not used to so many people looking at me." her eyes darted from the cigarette and back, she'd never smoked before but here she was craving some type of vice. "do you uhh, have another one of those?"
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ : rousseau's bar, outside. ᴛɪᴍᴇ : 6pm. sᴛᴀᴛᴜs : open to all. ᴛᴀɢs : @inaducursehqstarters
twilight, again. darkened haze swept over the skies above, most parts of the town simmering down to lull themselves into the evening to slumber, or tranquil bliss though here in the midst of the french quarter, life still breathed heavily, souls welcoming the darkening skies, starting their night off right with a drink at roussea's, some even braving it without a drink in their system, lucien looked upon them fondly whilst they bustled passed. surely he thought they'd be having a drink later on. his midst of his back against the pole, long legs crossed at the ankle - somehow, he still stood upright. an inkiness consumed his light hues when a tourist popped in his line of site, it would be easy for lucien to take this solo tourist out of the world, lifting from the post he was about to make his way over when a small child came up to the man, it popped the illusion of feasting.
his back fell against the beam again, holding him very much upright, nimble fingers delve inside his pocket, fishing out cigarette and his lighter in the one motion and placed between his lips. he had just lit the cigarette when a commotion on the street caught his attention, people taking to the streets he assumed after the murders, swivel of his body brought him off his post when he collided with someone, it piqued his interest. he plucked the cigarette from his lips and tried to be mindful. ❝ you alright ? ❞ lucien asked, a hint of concern though that was for his suit more then the person.
hate & kill.
“I’m having a bad day, alright..?”
NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO ↳ Day Shift | 2022, dir. J. J. Perry
Gravity Falls doodle dump that I did bc life is in the trenches rn
I redrew one of my characters from my old comic, Peony. He used to be based on a humming bird but I changed him to be a pigeon with dyed hair and feathers.
zccming·:
it had been approximately…well, max had lost track of how many days it had been since she’d snuck into lucas’ tent. ever since then, her world seemed to be all out of sorts, like she was constantly running after her brain so she could shove it back into her body. when she wasn’t working, she filled her time with watching plenty of bad television, hopping from friends house to friends house, and lurking in the arcade more than she usually did. with all that was going on in hawkins, the least of her worries was her feelings.
needless to say? when eddie came knocking, she was glad. it was like his eddie senses started tingling and he knew she needed to be spending less time with her real step-brother, and more time with him. despite how grateful she was, a mildly irritated expression was plastered across her face as he dragged her to the roof of his trailer, only letting a smile shine through when he produced a joint from them to share.
“i thought you left for chicago without telling me, asshole.” max teased, snapping twice, then gesturing for the joint. she placed it between her lips, inhaling deeply and closing her eyes. she was grateful eddie interrupted himself before she could even start to get into the headache that was her life as of late. did she start with the weirdo time warp they’d gone into at the lake or the fact that one of her longest friendships was in serious jeopardy? luckily, she didn’t have to figure it out.
instead, she turned her head to face eddie, holding the joint out for him as she curiously raised her brows. she hadn’t seen him this giddy since…well…ever. it was a nice sight. he deserved it after all the shit hawkins had put him through. or, life in general, really. “alright…” max said slowly, nodding a little, as if to say, go on, “what is it?” she propped herself up on her elbows, getting excited as her own theories carried her away, “did you win the lottery? steal something really cool? ooh no, i got it, you were the one who egged hawkins p.d, weren’t you? i knew it.”
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he rolled his eyes at her snapping but passed the joint willingly. unoccupied fingers now drumming restlessly against the side of his thigh. the last time he'd been this excited must've been a few weeks after the events of spring break '86, when he'd rushed home early from school one thursday afternoon to tell wayne that he was finally going to be part of a graduating class this year.
he scrunched his nose up in excitement and relief as max finally asked him what it was about, god, he felt jittery, laughed gleefully as she guessed wrong and wrong again. eddie propped himself up on his elbows, too, took the joint from her hands. pinching it between his thumb and pointer finger he took a few quick puffs and passed it right back to her.
"nuh-uh.", he shook his head, a devious glint in his eyes, and suddenly his current position wouldn't do, he had an unbearable itch to move. with a strained groan he lifted himself further up until he was sat cross legged in front of her, scooting closer. knees moving up and down. "you're never gonna believe it, red, i swear im telling the truth, alright. scout's honor, on my mother's grave and all that jazz.",he'd lifted his hand to rest over his heart for a few seconds, eyes searching max's.
here went nothing. eddie inhaled deeply, frowned as he tried to think of what to say, how to say it. what to say first, rather. how to phrase it. oh, where to begin. blurting it all out at once, somewhat incoherently, seemed to be what his brain had settled on.
"steve!", he simply exclaimed, scrunched up his nose again as he bit down on a grin. hands flexing at his sides. "i mean, I - well, he, or, we, more like - it's nothing.... nothing, like big and official and whatever but.... i mean, we're sort of -" gesturing about wildly, it was impossible for him to get the words out at the same volume that they were racing through his mind. " we're.... uh, i guess we're kind of.... kind of unofficially and as of yet, like, not super seriously....dating? "
can you draw more gay people
what these ones
Patched up nap
characters from "fool me once" album by fable cry
a bit more of the hexing