Still busy with this page...
It's taking SO LONG, guys...
I love this ship, but like... I have I whole page of doodles I'm trying to color - this doodle being part of them - and I question my existence with the number of limbs and joints and colors and AAAHHHH!
I love them, but coloring them in I way I'm kinda happy with, is SO FRUSTRATING!
I'm getting somewhere though... here's a lil' coloured nugget.
(Some of the doodles fluster me a bit, but I'll post the entire page once I'm done anyway~!)
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If you're still taking those polyam sketch prompts...D2 for Cody/Obi-Wan/Rex?
Obi-Wan deserves a pair of handsome space heaters for the cold Tatooine nights :3 nap piles for everyone! Thanks for asking (and for adjusting the requested pose so that I can keep drawing different poses)❤️
Polyamorous/platonic poses for sketching
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Prompt 184
“Well damn.”
Jason wrenched his gaze from the mess of red and green spattered across the room, searching for the source of the voice. His head hurt, he wanted his Dad. He wanted Bruce. He… his head hurt. His everything hurt.
“Honestly, didn’t expect them to find another half-breed. Didn’t think there was another halfa out there…”
He tore his gaze away from the floor- when had it gotten there- finally finding the other… person? The person giving him an empty smile through some sort of muzzle and missing an entire arm. Well, he couldn’t judge, he’d torn his nails off while digging out of his grave before… this.
“Hey, kid, don’t sweat it, it’ll grow back,” the man apparently noticed where he was staring, shoulder twitching as he shrugged and more green pouring out. Jason couldn’t stop staring, eyes slipping from the growing pool to the rest of the chains apparently keeping the person on that side of the… room? Cage? Cell?
“Shit, hey, kid, kid, don’t cry, uh, fuck, shh, kid don’t cry-” the person made a noise, some sort of hum or croon that caused him to relax. To his already brain-damaged confusion. “C’mere, away from the door now, shh…”
Oh, when had he started to move? It was like he blinked and was stumbling away towards the chained person, practically tripping over a limb before the person managed to catch him. “Ope, oh you’re just a little baby-” a hand, clawed, carefully ran through his hair, tucking him against a rumbling chest that nearly made him tear up again. He wanted Bruce.
“It’s alright kid, shh, they won’t get you,” the man rumbled, everything about him green to his rapidly closing eyes. Pale skin like a corpse, black scales like rot, hair white like snow, all stained green with blood. “They’d have to kill me again for that.”
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Sometimes I think about how Ed must struggle w shit that requires more fine motor skills. Like basic things that able bodied people don't think twice about. We know Ed can't write with his automail hand. Flesh is so useful for getting traction on items. There's give to flesh, so you can pinch and hold things without worrying it'll slip between your fingers.
I imagine Roy's team becomes much more aware of the difficulties of having prosthetics through littler instances. Maybe somebody in the office asks for a pen when Ed's flesh hand is preoccupied with whatever. He reaches to pick it up with the metal hand and it just kinda skitters around. So he just keeps chasing it so he can pass it over already but he can't get a grasp on it. It becomes an elongated and frustrating affair and he's committed this long to getting the damn thing so he isn't gonna switch hands despite the stares he feels.
And by the time he gets a grip he's so pissed he fucks up the pressure control, clenches too hard, and the pen breaks and ink stains his glove and the surface below it. He gets that horrible wash of embarrassment for being unable to do what most anyone else could no problem. To think about things like this, when Ed is so incredibly capable and competent, is really interesting to me.
Compiling it on top of all his insecurity and self hatred I imagine he gets sick with anger when something of that nature occurs. Especially in front of people he feels compelled to prove himself to.
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gay people! (But chibi-ish)
still not happy with Hypnos's design but idk I'm not a character designer or anything
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And so the hero falls, all glory and revenge striped in the briefest of moments, felled by a piercing arrow precise as if guided by the very hands of the Sun.
This one was a very fun one to do tbqh. The Fall of Achilles, after ‘The Fallen Angel’ by Cabanel, for a very dear friend! This baby can fit so many symbolisms, I’m very satisfied with the result! ´v` I hope you like as well!
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FMA fic I'm never going to write:
Hoenheim's lifespan and continued existence is entirely tied to the hundreds of thousands to possibly millions of dead his soul eats off of, slowly leeching life from the dead kingdom of Xerxes.
...It stands to reason, then, when begetting life, that spiritual artefacts make themselves known in the begotten sons of the dead. There are only four that can claim true heritage of Xerxes— the immortal, the synthesized man, and the heirs to the memories of a long-gone people.
Or. Well. Gone in body, certainly. But that's hardly stopped anyone from wanting to step up and parent.
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contrary to popular belief my buggy brainrot is not caused by OPLA bc i've thot he was hot the Whole Time
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So if you haven't gotten Link's idle animations in TotK yet, they made me feel things, so I thought it might be fun to draw a little blend of them up in comic form and hurt myself more XD
Then I decided to color it b/c I thought it would fit it best, and that's why it took so long to finish lol XD
Enjoy!
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