Somehow finished all my assignments in time; here are some break doodles
seen from Morocco

seen from United States

seen from Japan

seen from Iraq
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Canada

seen from Canada
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from Germany

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from United States
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seen from Italy
seen from United States
Somehow finished all my assignments in time; here are some break doodles
The pinecone pig brought you…
Pav x Karin!
Your Steel-Toed Boots (Or Your Handcuffs)
Fandom: Fear & Hunger Pairing: Pav/Karin Rating: Explicit Word Count: 5,613
She first saw him on the train to Prehevil. He sat across the aisle from her. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as she read and sipped her coffee. He received a coffee too. The attendant smiled woodenly as he whispered something in her ear, then he snickered as her practiced face grew shocked then uncomfortable. They met eyes, and she tossed him a glare. He was a Bremen soldier, after all. Perhaps called here by his leader. She detested the ugly green uniform and heavy leather boots he wore, the many medals adoring his jacket. He had done much for the army.
After she fell asleep, and encountered the man in the face of the moon in her nightmares, she saw him again. He jumped up out of his seat, ignoring the unconscious passengers around them, his lips in a hard line. At first, she thought he hadn’t noticed her. Then, he turned a smile to her, winked, and left the train car.
It was only then that she realized someone else was awake. In fact, a few people were. They were stirring in their seats, looking through the aisle as the soldier went.
“Where is he going?” She asked, voice heavy from sleep, “Where is he going?”
Karin turned her attention to two men; a young man in a red vest and an Abyssonian man in strange yellow clothing, “You’re letting him get away? He could be a part of this!”
The man in yellow shook his head, smiling and spreading his fingers across his mustache, “We are all a part of this.”
Read the rest here on ao3
Sketch of Davrin as a rebel pilot and Rook Pace Thorne as a wee (not wee, very large) scoundrel for the Star Wars AU!
(Drew this while rewatching Empire Strikes Back, my most beloved of the films)
Also, couldn’t help but put Pace in cowboy boots, it’s the only boots I can imagine him in!
What if Pav Daan and Karin were all poly and they all kissed idk
All my Funger ship playlist art so far Blank Meets Endless (Daarin) Alone Together (Daancoh) Crawl Home to Her (Marilevi) Our Own Ends (Pavrin, slightly NSFW so be warned)
i think i need to write some pavrin
not now bc other projects
but eventually i'll put some pavrin on my ao3, i like their dynamic a lot
Every now and then, I think of Kaiser’s hate train being in a love triangle