#eastaustraliancurrent

[snorkwiz]

helloooooo i am obsessed with ur style holy shit i admire the way u do comics sm i only just started the dsmp so i have like no idea whats going on but ur art style is still so lovely i also love the way u draw each of the characters

awh thank u so much !!! that means a lot ;v; good luck catching up dude have fun with it :DD

[pencilscratchins]

i have a crush on ur art 😭

😫☺️ stooop you’re a legend....

[sebsketchs]

@eastaustraliancurrent​ good eye! I did use the costume design from Black Sails as a reference point! Not John Silver specifically, but I used Joji for Zuko and Jack Rackham for Sokka (bc... the parallels are there)

[matthewjohnsons]

I rmbered another joke my dad told me when I was little about snails: what did the snail riding on the back of a turtle say? Wheeeee!

someone draw this pelase im in tears

[mspainttaz]

I wanted to let u know I read ur name like Ms. Paint

this is the kind version. many have informed me repeatedly that they have read my name as Ms. Paint Ass

[trickstump]

For the fic thing!! Rough & Reddie >:)

(sent me prompts!!) 

Hi East! You literally sent this months ago. You probably forgot about it, and also wanted something Fun. this is not that fic. mwah!

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You shouldn’t touch other boys like that. They’ll know. 

There was a point where Richie just… stopped. Stop hugging, grabbing, laughing and holding on. Stopped touching- everyone, really, but. Especially boys, especially the Losers. Especially the people that mattered, the ones he couldn’t bear to lose. 

Especially- especially- Eddie. 

That wasn’t entirely true, though, was it? He still touched- still touched Eddie, but never soft, never anywhere close to the way he wanted to. Instead of holding, he shoved- never with malice, never to hurt, but it wasn’t soft either.

Instead of hugging, he bumped. Instead of sharing space, hooking pinkies, leaning in and putting his head on a shoulder, he’d wrestle. Push, prod, pick at until Eddie would do it back, shove his foot in his face, push Richie off the path, wrestle him off the bed until they were both laughing, restless and wrapped up in one another. He could let himself have it, then Richie logiced, just for a moment. This was something that boys did, that friends did, and Eddie had started it, really, not him. None of the blame could come his way. 

Still. 

Still, there were times when he wished he could still tug and hold and hook and have, without feeling like he was stealing something, without feeling like he was sneaking in and taking something precious from a house he used to be invited to, a place he’d felt like could be his home, if only he wasn’t who he was. 

He still reached for Eddie in his sleep, when he’d come over and they’d both squeeze into Richie’s bed. He’d wake up, and they’d be tangled together, and he couldn’t make himself pull away first. 

He should’ve made himself sleep on the floor. 

He never did. Eddie never asked him to. 

It was okay, Richie figured. He’d never know. 

[sharkpuppyofficial]

My sticker came!!!! I'm so happy with it!!!!

[billdenbrough]

Streddie pirates au

Eddie doesn’t have a huge amount of experience being kidnapped by pirates, but he’s pretty sure that the way his breath keeps hitching when the First Mate winks at him is, like, Reason Number One why he is a disgrace to law-abiding citizens everywhere, not to mention the way his chest stutters when he brushes fingers with the Navigator, who… really probably should not be showing their captive his maps, tracing out their routes with elegant fingers, his steady gaze resting on Eddie as he answers questions Eddie didn’t even know how to ask.

“God, you’re cute,” Richie says—and when, Eddie demands himself, did he become Richie, and not the asshole who stole my medallion, or even just the First Mate who I definitely do not find attractive shut the fuck up about his sleeves brain for the love of God, and Eddie wants to shake himself—and his breath smells like rum and he’s leaning against the ship walls, but something in his face is thoughtful, gentle, like this isn’t a new thought, but a very old one running out of his lips without laughter for once, and if Eddie thinks he’s going to scream now, it’s nothing on when he catches sight of Stan in the shadows—the Navigator he scolds his brain and useless heart, to absolutely no avail—and sees him nodding, like he can’t help it, like he just agrees with Richie so much that it pulls truth out from behind his composure.

“Sweet words from a kidnapper,” Eddie says, but there’s no heat behind it, because… maybe it’s not kidnapping, exactly, if they didn’t mean to sail away with Eddie on board, if Captain Denbrough just wanted the medallion because he needed it to find his little brother, if Richie hadn’t looked like it was Christmas when he opened up the brig to find Eddie there, fed up and tired and completely fucking fierce, if Stanley hadn’t made space for Eddie in all of his personal areas without him having to fight for it; and maybe they can see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice, because Richie—hesitantly, so hesitantly that Eddie thinks his heart might give out while he’s waiting for Richie Tozier to stretch out his final syllables—asks, in a tone so unexpectedly vulnerable that Eddie can barely stand it, not from loud, vivacious, Trashmouth Tozier, “do you really think that of us?” and Eddie thinks it’s clear that he doesn’t, at this point, but Richie obviously needs to hear it from him, and the way Stan’s still waiting in the shadows makes him think he cares about what the answer is too, so Eddie swallows his pride, musters his courage, and shakes his head—-and like, he hates giving in, even if this isn’t really, but the way Richie’s eyes shine and Stan’s lips glimmer with a smile maybe make it worth it.

send me a pairing & an au & i’ll write you a 3 sentence ficlet!