Was in the mood to look at outfits for Mark (Robert's roommate) but I wasn't in the mood to draw, but I tried anyway so here are some very rough doodles
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Was in the mood to look at outfits for Mark (Robert's roommate) but I wasn't in the mood to draw, but I tried anyway so here are some very rough doodles
Skelena season is upon us + rough doodling ideas that may never find color.
A Snippet of Part Two of It’s About A Boy
- L U K E -
Two whole weeks. It’s been two whole weeks since he started this... this flirt texting with Louis and he can’t, he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing.
It started out that night, well actually that morning after his birthday at XS Nightclub. That quick, but quite memorable encounter he had with Louis Tomlinson.
With Louis Tomlinson. Fuck.
Luke can’t believe he’d just met this guy from One Direction, this guy that hundreds, no, thousands, probably even millions of girls, and even guys have fallen in love with for the past decade. He admits it took him a moment to realize who he was, maybe had to blink repeatedly, trying to clear his drunken, muddled mind that night that it was truly him. This guy that his kid sisters have his band’s faces plastered on their bedroom walls for years.
He giggled as he read on the long thread of their conversation, his teeth biting on his lower lip as soft chuckles escaped his lips.
It was stupid to be honest, Luke just constantly texting him funny messages, like quirky jokes that he had to ask Stan repeatedly if its indeed funny, some random photos of himself, gifs and memes that apparently Louis thought were cute and hilarious.
Okay the cute part though to be honest, he might’ve hoped Louis thought of him that way because of the ridiculous amount of time he had to take selfies of himself in front of his bathroom mirror or in his car while he’s driving to his work.
Shit. Is it weird to send Louis another selfie today?
He grabs his phone, which he casually discarded on the passenger seat just as he got inside his car moments ago, swiping his thumb upwards until the screen lit up, turning his phone on.
Luke angled the camera to his face, morphing his face into an unbothered but sexy look, raising one of his eyebrows teasingly, then pursed his lips slightly as he hit the white circular button at the bottom of his screen, capturing his face.
CLICK.
Luke scratches his beard as he squints his eyes at the image, his brows furrowing, pinching his thumb and index fingers at the image, as he studies his face. Jesus Christ, he looks like a fucking duck.
Flight study, specifically referencing a great grey owl during take off. The upper GIF I feel is easier to follow the basic line of movement. The lower GIF is the slower one (easier to break down the motion, hopefully). I dunno, I think. I drew the things too close to each other, so the sketches on the edges may be a little discombobulating. :/
i’m resurfacing here for a bit, i’m gonna take it easy and see how if i need another couple days of break or not.
how’re you guys doing? how was phil’s liveshow?
I apologize
Hello my loves,
I deeply apologize for being gone for as long as I have. Life has been rough and I've been working so it was hard to even try, but I promise I'll be posting requests and others fanfictions very soon! Thank you for sticking with me! I couldn't have asked for better followers 💕
Sincerely yours,
Laura 😘
Another bit of the fic!
Current options for the title:
Rivals or Pigtail pulling?
Or
Hatties before Scoring
Or
Ilya Rozanov has a Plan