KWIATKOVSKI

Place to keep stuff I write and draw. Hopefully some of you will like what's here. Just because it's not made for audience to see, doesn't mean people can't enjoy it.

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Coloured, finished version.

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I still suck with the tablet, but I’m slowly getting there.

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I decided to go back to digital art. Quick sketch from today that I did. I’ll put some colour on it and we’ll see how it goes.

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I’ve been feeling awful today and spent all my time drawing. The plan is to fill this sketchbook with drawings.

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I wanted to mix some styles to make it look more interesting. Not sure if it worked though. Dedicated to Lil’ Peep, thanks for the amazing music and rest in peace buddy.

R.

[wnq-psychology]

Kay Redfield Jamison  |   @wnq-psychology

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I don't like quotes and I'm not supposed to reblog something I didn't make but... This one hits way too hard to not reblog it.

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This one started out normal, but I started adding new elements and after half an hour I created the definition of overkill. @rhododaktylus

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After I finished the last drawing, I didn’t want to leave it done with the pencil so I decided to use some fineliners and copic markers to do this one. I clearly still need tons of practice with them.

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Sketch of “myself” I did for @drawing-prompt-s prompt. 

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[drawing-prompt-s]

MetaDraw: Draw yourself (as you are at this very moment) drawing yourself (as you are in that moment) drawing yourself….

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My first drawing in a long time. I’m still kind of rusty, but I hope you’ll like it.

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Originally this Tumblr was only meant for writing. Honestly, I haven’t picked up a pencil for a while and I’d never add something just like that. 

It changed when I saw amazing work of @weeping-singing-willow

I always wanted to draw in a similar way, so why not uploading both?  Again I haven’t drawn anything for months, so, for now, I’ll upload my first try on Copic markers. Hopefully, some of my drawings will appear here next to writing.

[writerscreed]

What if “Save that shit” by Lil’ Peep was a short story instead of a song?

 She sat on the couch next to him. The mood was tense and uncomfortable. They used to be close, but after so many years it’s hard to keep that closure they had. Air in the room was heavy from the smoke dancing like royalty on a ball. He took a hit of the cigarette in his hand and started exhaling the smoke slowly by putting his head up. She was looking at the tattoos on his hands and couldn’t recognize half of them. That made her feel like she missed huge part of his life “Were you serious about what you said? Did you really want to do it?” he was just sitting silently, blowing smoke and making grey rings dance in the air. He didn’t seem angry or sad, but there was something unpleasant about his attitude. “Your mom would be angry if she heard about it. You know how much she loved you.” for a split second he thought that she’s going to break down and cry, but with one deep breath, her stance went back to normal. “It’s never too late. I’m sure you’ll work this out. You still have a chance… I can still save you…” After that last words, her eyes wandered to the floor. It looked like she was scared of his answer, or wasn’t sure her own words. He looked at her for a moment, as if in shock. Her eyes were still on the floor. He most of his face with tattooed hands. His face, neck and most of his visible skin were tattooed as well. “Fuck my life… there’s nothing I can do about it. Please don’t tell me you can save that shit…” He said with a tiny bit of frustration and sadness in his voice. His hands traveled back on his knees. The girl tried to say something, but apparently, she couldn’t think of any answer so she just kept looking at the floor. “Maybe if you came couple weeks ago… maybe couple months…. fuck me, even years.” This time the frustration is his voice was stronger and easier to hear.  “You left us… you left me here alone. Forgot about me… People say that you have a husband and kid now. I hope you’ll be happy, but I won’t.” “I couldn’t live like this anymore… I’m sorry… I love… I loved you. I really did.” After those words, he turned his back on her, as if he tried to hide his face that was glowing from tears going down his cheeks. “You ain’t getting nothing that I’m saying… don’t tell me you are.” He said with his back still on her but then turned around.

“You didn’t have to run away with some strange man. I could make you this… I could make you that life. I could give you everything you ever wanted… If you’d just want me…”

She just looked at him with empty eyes. This life could be so different. She started wondering how their life would look like if she just stayed with him. Maybe they could be happy… but it’s too late. Her eyes dropped to the floor again for couple seconds and then went back up looking at him.

She flinched… something changed… the moment she raised her eyes from the floor something about him changed. His nostalgic, dramatic aura changed dramatically. He seemed unstable… scary… angry… for the first time in her life she was scared of him. She took a step back and realized that his eyes were completely black. “Do I make you scared?” He asked softly but still made her shiver. He slowly walked to her standing like paralyzed with fear, stopped right in front of her, at her crying eyes. “Baby, won’t you take me back?” -END-

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Review: The emotion in this piece is beautifully intense. I wish there was a little more background or scene set up though. Lovely job; keep on writing. ❤

   ☆☆FANART☆☆

[is-a-prompt]

“Give me the chance and I will disappoint you.” “Can’t disappoint someone who has no expectations for you.” “Watch me.”

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“I don’t want to set the world on fire...”  The first words of the song were resonating in the air with the powerful voice of the singer. It wasn’t every day that you could hear something like this.  Lights in the club were dimmed. Their warm yellow color gave this place very moody atmosphere. Barely any light in there made it easy to see how smoke of cigars is dancing in the air. It seemed as if it was dancing exactly how black man next to the microphone decided.   The place was rather empty. It wasn’t a very popular club, and to add it was Sunday. Leaning on the bar next to the bartender was as always Tony. If there is something you need to know about Tony, then it would be that he can’t talk to the ladies when he’s sober, he spent every single evening in this club and lastly, even under the influence he couldn’t talk to the ladies. It never stopped him from trying though.

 Tonight band wasn’t the biggest entertainment. Instead, it was a young lady, around the age of 23, maybe 24. She had medium length, brown and wavy hair. Her dress was pretty short for the 60s, but that wasn’t her biggest problem. Her problem wasn’t the fact that she was completely wasted neither. Her problem was that for every desperate man in this dirty bar she was easy prey. “Jaysus Christ. Look at that Sweetheart, lad.”  Irish bartender started to scratch his head while looking at young lady balancing just barely to not fall. “She’s so pissed that even you would have a chance with her” Joked brit and started laughing, while showing off his yellow teeth. Tony looked at him while putting on his yellow hat and jacket from his brown suit. “Give me the chance and I will disappoint you,” Tony said proudly as if he telling Irish man about his secret talent. “Can’t disappoint someone who has no expectations for you.” - Bartender shouted after Tony slowly walking towards the girl. “Watch me!” - He shouted back. “Okay Lady, come one let’s go!” - Tony exhaled air while trying to lift drunk girl. She was skinny and tiny, but strangely heavy. Ladies hero took her arm around his neck and slowly walked her out of the club. “What you think you’re doing Tony? This sweet foxy is not done playing!” Shouted at them some drunk with a massive black mustache and his belly spilling out of his shirt.

When they left club Tony took the girl to his car couple meters further away and put her in the backseat.  “Oh no... mister... I’m just a little girl... don’t hurt me... please”  The girl said with extremely drunk voice while moving from left to right on the back of Tony’s car. “That’s enough Juliana. Stop pretending you’re drunk and just show me what you stole.”  Said Tony, clearly irritated by girl’s behavior. She realized that quickly and stopped playing. From under her quite short for the 60s skirt, she pulled out couple gold watches and wallets. Tony took Juliana’s loot and hid it in a bag under his seat. “Get out of here quickly and I better not see you at my club again. You don’t want me to tell your mom what you’re doing at night.” “Okay, I get it. See you back at the headquarters.” Said the girl with a really cute voice while blow kissing in Tony’s direction.

[the-writers-nest]

Warrior's Last Breath

Now, as you open wide your mouth, then you deeply suck in the air inside. Through your throat, it then goes south, You start feeling your lips hurtful and dry Your hands go high above your head, Your eyes wander to clouds and the sky. Your voice quiets down as if you’re dead. Your lungs whistle when inhale you try.

Your comrades stand before your sight. Behind them, sun explodes with bright. You try to resist, it just doesn’t seem right. You enter Valhalla, as your body dirt bite.

_______ My first try on poems.

[rhododaktylus]

What if “Save that shit” by Lil’ Peep was a short story instead of a song?

 She sat on the couch next to him. The mood was tense and uncomfortable. They used to be close, but after so many years it’s hard to keep that closure they had. Air in the room was heavy from the smoke dancing like royalty on a ball. He took a hit of the cigarette in his hand and started exhaling the smoke slowly by putting his head up. She was looking at the tattoos on his hands and couldn’t recognize half of them. That made her feel like she missed huge part of his life “Were you serious about what you said? Did you really want to do it?” he was just sitting silently, blowing smoke and making grey rings dance in the air. He didn’t seem angry or sad, but there was something unpleasant about his attitude. “Your mom would be angry if she heard about it. You know how much she loved you.” for a split second he thought that she’s going to break down and cry, but with one deep breath, her stance went back to normal. “It’s never too late. I’m sure you’ll work this out. You still have a chance... I can still save you...” After that last words, her eyes wandered to the floor. It looked like she was scared of his answer, or wasn’t sure her own words. He looked at her for a moment, as if in shock. Her eyes were still on the floor. He most of his face with tattooed hands. His face, neck and most of his visible skin were tattooed as well. “Fuck my life... there’s nothing I can do about it. Please don’t tell me you can save that shit...” He said with a tiny bit of frustration and sadness in his voice. His hands traveled back on his knees. The girl tried to say something, but apparently, she couldn’t think of any answer so she just kept looking at the floor. “Maybe if you came couple weeks ago... maybe couple months.... fuck me, even years.” This time the frustration is his voice was stronger and easier to hear. “You left us... you left me here alone. Forgot about me... People say that you have a husband and kid now. I hope you’ll be happy, but I won’t.” “I couldn’t live like this anymore... I’m sorry... I love... I loved you. I really did.” After those words, he turned his back on her, as if he tried to hide his face that was glowing from tears going down his cheeks. “You ain’t getting nothing that I’m saying... don’t tell me you are.” He said with his back still on her but then turned around.

“You didn’t have to run away with some strange man. I could make you this... I could make you that life. I could give you everything you ever wanted... If you’d just want me...”

She just looked at him with empty eyes. This life could be so different. She started wondering how their life would look like if she just stayed with him. Maybe they could be happy... but it’s too late. Her eyes dropped to the floor again for couple seconds and then went back up looking at him.

She flinched... something changed... the moment she raised her eyes from the floor something about him changed. His nostalgic, dramatic aura changed dramatically. He seemed unstable... scary... angry... for the first time in her life she was scared of him. She took a step back and realized that his eyes were completely black. “Do I make you scared?” He asked softly but still made her shiver. He slowly walked to her standing like paralyzed with fear, stopped right in front of her, at her crying eyes. “Baby, won’t you take me back?” -END-