AtlasDoesDrawings

[atlasdoesdrawings]

Here's my attempt on trying to do some explanation on the basics of my f1 space AU, might be vague or even confusing but trust me I'm trying to cook and that's all I thought for now and even if u have something in you head you're free to tell lol (I'm not that good at writing yet my bad)

[panshan125]

[slevinn]

[atlasdoesdrawings]

Heyy

I know u arent active anymore

But I just wanna know if everythings allright

I really liked ur artstyle

Oh my god

Um hi I'm so sorry for being unnactive, specially here ipand in ao3.

I have some problems with stuff I need to talk about

Unfortunately theres a big chance call my name won't be continued because I simply lost ideas, maps aren't working and I simply lost my passion to write again. It's sad but it's the reason I've not been updating anything.

I really wish to write again, I am creating ideas behind the scenes, like new simplistic aus, like high school or the space one, hell even a backrooms ririrara one 😭

But I've been focusing on work lately comissions and works to do, also some mental issues. But I've been working my best

Thank you for understanding, and I am gonna try to post more stuff here

[6-ish]

and the toughest part is that we both know what happend to you, why you're out on your own. Merry Christmas, please dont call

[atlasdoesdrawings]

I am genuinely quitting art. I am so fucking done with this

So quick context, I’ve been trying like art contest, locals or internet ones and I am always doing the best I can, the most recent one I redrew it 3 times while studying perspective so it can be at least something attention caching, and I did my absolute best, I really did I spent so much time and couldn’t even sleep until the art was done. And the results came out yesterday and I lost, witch is fine on it’s on, and the same “just try again next time” bs. But I’ve been joining art contest since I started art, and I’ve been in over a 100 ones, and you don’t see a point of keep it going or “just try again” when you never won a single one over a 100. It’s always an honorable mention or just a quick side mention, never win, never even a 3rd place, it just gets annoying, and especially the fact that I lost to a 15 year old. I’ve been losing to people younger then me so much that I just don’t see a point anymore

If I can’t be better then at least someone, what is the point of keep going? Like everyone that I’ve been friends related to art have always been better then me or learning and improving faster then me. And I’ve been over 7 months not improving a single bit, only like at least face getting smaller but like that’s it. And I did this improvement before, I’m just repeating something I shouldn’t do for years.

I hate not being at least avarage for my age and time of being an artist, and I’m just done pretending that I’m good at it just saying “I just need to practice more” when even if I do, I always regress in a span of a month. Or it’s never good enough.

I always kept my comission prices low because I know it’s not worth it even if I do my best over it. And each day it’s being proven right and I’m tired.

And just like everything, you need to know you limit when you’re not good enough to keep going. And I’ve always crossed this limit over and over. I’m done with art.

I’ll never be better and I just need to stop lying to myself that I’ll be.

[atlasdoesdrawings]

ok so i just read your fic based of keykosos art and OMG IT WAS SO GOOD!?!?!?!!!!!!!!

and so i was just wondering like if you would make anymore cuz im literally obsessed and i cant stop thinking about it ❤️

Omg hiii

1st, i am so sorry if this took long to reepond, i didnt got notifications or anything and im still new to tumblr so apologies

2nd tysm for the positive feedback! I am a little new to writing things publicly, normally i would keep it to myself or just annoy keykoso with my ideas/jk, so this kind of feedback helps me a lot, I'm glad you like it and I'll be glad ro take feedback over these stories!

And 3rd, I am working on more stuff to write, but I've been morr on the sketches till I think of a perfect thing to write, like I kid u not, the AU writing took like 1 month and a half bc I rewrote it like 3 times till it was perfect(and even with help of close friends). But I'll try to public more sketches/concept arts for now! Again tysm and have some of these sketches like a treat! That's a story I am loving to make and hope to make more!

[pollyathmie]

i love gabico sm

[atlasdoesdrawings]

《 Call my name 》

Curse I. :

Decoherence.

This is of series of arts of each curse on my fic on ao3 "Call my name". Although it's gabico is the main focus, there's a lot going on, and this one is the first non main character curse presented, Rafa's curse.

So as you're expecting gabico, have a sketch/concept art of the fic as a little treat:>

Read more on Ao3: Call my name 《275》

[five-eighty-seven]

Your time will come🫶

[atlasdoesdrawings]

I will cry stop

[monoisbored]

love wins all... doesn't it?

[keykoso]

Lando as a fairy because she was a fairy 🧚‍♀️✨✨✨✨

[maybemoltenlava]

is this canon

[atlasdoesdrawings]

📺 | "Working and caring"

Original AU by @keykoso

I've been incentivited to write more about this au by the creator, and this idea I had in mind, so instead of being a normal person and explaining everything I'm just gonna finally publish a big writing!

Enjoy:P

(Art by me)

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Fernando rolled his fingers with slight impatience over the cool surface of the console. The metallic tentacles hovered near his head, motionless, almost as if listening alongside him. On the central screen, the delayed transmission from the small spy robot began to play: the shaky, low, and bouncy point of view of the tiny metallic creature crossing sidewalks, sneaking around corners, and observing Oscar from afar.

The image showed Oscar in the dormitory areas, walking calmly. He had a backpack on his back, headphones connected to his flip phone, and he seemed to be listening to music—or maybe a news report, hard to say. Nothing suspicious. Nothing even curious.

Fernando watched with a tense jaw.

— Hmm... more predictable boy than I expected. — he murmured, as the recording continued.

Suddenly, the video jumped slightly, shaking violently—and then, only darkness.

The automatic system paused and identified the cause: "lost signal, possible physical damage."

Fernando zoomed in on the last second of the footage and saw, in the middle of the final frame, a sneaker sole rapidly approaching the lens.

He recognized the pattern scrawled with marker on the side of the sneaker.

— Lando. — he said quietly, his eyes fixed on the screen.

One of the tentacles snapped, as if sharing the scientist's frustration. Fernando crossed his arms.

— …Of course it would be him. The walking ball of energy who barely passes science and thinks rebellion is a superpower. — He grumbled, clenching his fists.

This was happening too often, and it was frustrating the villain more and more.

The calculations, perfect in theory, were failing in practice. And that was unacceptable to Fernando. The tentacles tapped lightly on the benches, the monitors flickered with irregular graphs. The lab environment, which had previously seemed quietly alive, now creaked like an anxious creature.

Fernando leaned in, his eyes tense on the recording. He typed hurriedly, testing variables, searching for tiny flaws that might be hidden.

But frustration grew.

Sweat dripped down his temple, and one of the tentacles contracted violently, knocking a small tool to the ground. The noise echoed too loudly.

He stepped back, taking a deep but quick breath, staring at the tool.

But he could already feel the old knot in his chest.

The tremor in his hands, the racing, disorganized thoughts.

He knew that beginning. The free fall from lucidity. The mania.

— No… — he murmured, clutching his temples, almost as if he could hold his brain in his own hands. — No…

A second later, the system was fast again. Another error.

Another one.

"Results interrupted. Missing information."

The tentacles moved harder, almost involuntarily.

But then...

A soft sound.

Slow breathing.

Fernando looked up.

In the corner of the lab, under the dim light, Gabi was sleeping.

His head buried between the makeshift blanket and the sleeve of his worn blouse. His legs curled up. His arm, still full of Fernando's technology, hung over the side of the couch.

His chest rose and fell slowly. Peacefully.

Fernando froze.

That moment… the gentle silence… the boy's vulnerability… all of it hit him like a bucket of water in the midst of a mental hurricane. The scientist's heavy breathing began to slow. His tentacles retracted, obeying his tension, which was beginning to recede.

He approached slowly. As if any sudden movement might wake the boy.

He stopped beside Gabi, watching him for a moment.

The boy's eyes moved beneath his lids. He was dreaming of something. His face wrinkled slightly, as if processing something. But it didn't seem bad. It was just... human.

Fernando stood there for a moment longer, motionless.

Then, as if he hadn't even thought about it, he brought one of his hands to the boy's hair.

And in a slow, hesitant gesture, he ran his fingers through the messy brown curls. A small, clumsy caress. Barely touching. But real.

Gabi shifted slightly, murmuring something incomprehensible, and snuggled deeper into his blanket.

The lab fell silent again. The kind of silence that carried an echo of those things that were unspoken but lingered in the air. Fernando stood still for a while, watching Gabi's heavy sleep. It wasn't just a clinical concern anymore. It was something deeper. More uncomfortable.

Something he shouldn't be feeling.

— I know who you are. I’m sorry. — he said softly, sitting down next to the old sofa where Gabi slept. — And you still have no idea what I am.

For a moment, the villain named “Doctor Octopus” disappeared.

Only Fernando remained.

The man who drank tea in the morning and complained about students chewing gum.

— …Forgive me, kid. — he whispered. — This city is full of idiots with too much power and too little responsibility. I just… I didn’t expect you to get involved.

He looked at Gabi’s bandaged arm, then at his own hands.

— You’ll still hate me when you find out. But until then… I swear I’ll do everything I can to make sure you stay in one piece. I promise.

Fernando stepped back, a sigh that seemed to come from some forgotten corner of his chest.

He returned to the terminal, his eyes still fixed on the data, but his fingers now typing more slowly. The tentacles were serene. The pulse in his neck had returned to its normal rhythm.

There was time to fix this.

There was time for everything.

But for now… that boy breathing nearby was what kept science from taking him back to the abyss.

And he knew it.

[voeux57937]

This is so stupid but I kept seeing this audio and needed to do this with them 😭

[snakesunfish]

post hungary gp doodles

[kikitheaerialist]

People were talking about Gabi being fernando’s kid and Max’s little brother, excited that we would have another aggressive racer in the grid. And now they get offended when he makes a borderline aggressive comment during a race, bffr this behavior has a name and surname.