#not bad though

[reclusiarch-orm]

Testing out new brushes. random astartes (he is alpharius)

[seamsterspell]

✏️✨ levihan

Reference below!

Ref:

[illmasc]

kind of need someone who’s just as into scent as i am. hair, musk, light biting…all of those little animal qualities that we have. i need someone whose happiest place is between my thighs, drowning in the scent of sex

[sisyphusshrugged]

saturday (old) can check feat. some @evanmcohen art

[luminousjellyfishy]

I totally don’t have attention problems and focused on the background instead of drawing the characters…

[moving-to-dreamwinged]

jumps into a river. what EVER!!!!!!

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Re: your top gun callsign reblog. As callsigns are typically given and not picked, and you referenced your ability to fall asleep anywhere, I give you the callsigns of Dozer or No-Doze.

I shall proudly accept this callsign that has been bequeathed upon me.

🧎‍♀️

[chromatic-lamina]

poetic justice

OP Justicezine Challenge. 400 words. Theme: Loud.

Also on A03.

Loud. He heard them but they couldn't hear him. Just as well. His breath and wound and pain filled his ears as he lay on a lower balcony. The hammer of Doflamingo's gun clicked against an empty bullet chamber. Again and again. Doflamingo's words deriding his choice. His apparel. Corazón emblazoned on the back of his jacket.

As if to be master of his own heart was a cardinal sin, and for Doflamingo it was. As if, when Cora was alive, Doflamingo hadn't selected Law to be trained as his right hand man so Cora could die for his brother after he ate the fruit.

No right hand now. Law winced. No sword by his side.

The heart belonged to the heart. Cora had saved his life. Not just steered him in the right direction. Who was Doflamingo to siphon oxygen from his subordinates' lungs?  Ex-subordinate's. Brother's. To lay claim to vital organs?

Would he have kept the Heart seat open for Law if he hadn't known he'd eaten the ope ope no mi? Would he have 

let Law live this long after Cora's betrayal? Perhaps not. Vergo would've filled him in on his pathetic attempts to save Cora's life. Like a ruptured footpath in a dirt poor town, it was treachery by association. How dare anyone trip up the king.

Loud. He heard them but they couldn't hear him. His cries and slaps against the wall of the trunk didn't cancel the sound of the bullets. Seven in all. Into Cora's chest.

The trunk lifted, and Law raised the lid and peered out as the Donquixote Family carried it away. Cora lay flat on his back.

Into his chest. Doflamingo had shot Law in his chest. And again. Law fell on his knees. And again. Then fell flat on his stomach and thank god for the fruit Doffy wanted him to sacrifice his life for. The king didn't like being faced by his brother again. Law replaced himself with some poor royal peon.

5, 6, 7...9, 10, 11. Doflamingo sure didn't like the name Corazón. Law lost count of the clicks. Ghosts traded in harm and hearts.

Loud. They couldn't hear him and he couldn't hear them. Projectiles parted the snow and wind whipped past him. All he heard were cries. Someone was crying in the snow.

If you liked it, guests can drop kudos or comments on my AO3 account. I’d love to hear from you 🖤