rough look


It’s a bit sloppy, but here are some concept doodles. The heights weren’t proportionate to each other so I listed them out ^^; I’m still not used to this whole ‘art’ thing lmao

Mmmm good morning~

Poe is presently surprised when he wakes up o////o

(I can’t do backgrounds for shit but this is just yes) (lmao i love their socks) Okay someone help because now I don’t wanna stop drawing these two UWAH they’re too cute!!


*Hoping the Damerey accepts me and welcomes me back after being absent for so long*

@clairedaring I’m gonna tag u in all my Damerey art <3

tora42 reblogged your photoset “This family is so randomly assembled and I love them a lot ;w;”

#dad!alpha is probably the dad all the other parents side eye like crazy #cus he’s so rough looking and talks tough #but he’s actually a giant marshmallow #who adores his kids

But like a burnt marshmallow, all charred and crispy and still on fire. :’D And the inside is sweet, but rather a mess. 

I’ve always wanted to animate, so I finally attempted it! It’s honestly so fun and I look forward to doing more! I hope you like this, it’s very sketchy and rough looking ;-;

Also @therealjacksepticeye is really fun and bouncy to animate ^u^

In Dreams (The Raven Cycle amv)

Since The Raven King comes out today, I wanted to post something special before I dive into the end. I’ve been wasting away months of my life drawing all the scenes for this video, and now it’s finally done. I hope you enjoy it!

Pidge ft this really cute outfit I saw on my dash (plus the model was cute too)

workin out that comic i said i would be doing, and it shall be starring the tragically neglected young teenage snofts. i look forward to trudging back into the territory of stan being good at school

Zimbits WIP

I’m rewriting part 1 of my 5+1 fic for the fourth time because I wrote it in Jack’s POV and I want it to be in Bitty’s POV so take this away from me so I can stop obsessing over it. 

Jack comes home to Bittle passed out on the couch in the Haus.

“You should have gone to bed when I told you to, Bittle. Did you even make it to your early class today?” Jack asks as he toes off his yellow sneakers. There’s a pie on the counter, golden brown and untouched. “What kind of pie is that? Bittle?”

Bittle doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t chirp Jack about his shoes or the distressing state of the sweatshirt he’s wearing. He doesn’t move to greet him. Jack can see his phone on the coffee table and his hand extended towards it but not quite touching it; like he fell asleep reaching for it and that’s so unlike Bittle who usually has the thing glued to his hand, that makes Jack step into the living room.


He groans when Jack steps in front of him, eyes barely open and he tugs on Jacks plaid flannel so it’s tucked up further around his shoulders.

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