here's a doodle of a potential protagonist to a video game, their name is Redride :)
and as a bonus here's a OLD ass doodle from?? 3 years ago i think?? I’ve improved a bit skjdvnsdknvl

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here's a doodle of a potential protagonist to a video game, their name is Redride :)
and as a bonus here's a OLD ass doodle from?? 3 years ago i think?? I’ve improved a bit skjdvnsdknvl
❝ hey, want a hit? ❞
country music blasts from the roadside bar dean's holed himself up in for the better part of the night. he's about a sheet and a half in the wind by the time he walks outside--hands shoved in his pockets looking for a lighter he can bum. a pack of cigarettes he bought from the machine inside's doing him no good without a means of firing one up. work boots crunch the gravel under foot. what he sought out for in his journey outdoors soon takes a sidetrack when he catches a smell of something else entirely---ohhh! someone is having a little bit of the ol' whacky tabaccy! naturally, the hunter begins moseying towards the source of it.
doesn't expect to take a corner and see her though. she can't be come here. places like this don't create women like her and if they do? oh there's some fond memories that come sneaking up into his skull. a goofy little smile twists the edges of his mouth. forest hued eyes twinkle the second she notices him and offers some. "oh, you just made my night--been forever. THANKS." leaning back against the wall alongside her, the heel of his boot rests against white washed wood--knee bent--and he gives an appreciative nod. the hunter takes the offered joint, brings it to his lips and inhales deep. the burn in his lungs feels like bliss. and a muffled mmm behind pressed together lips is yet another thank you. smoke billows in the air over his head a handful of seconds later.
tongue slips over his bottom lip to wet it. "sorry. shoulda introduced myself first. name's dean.."
HOUSE M.D. SENTENCE STARTERS
@redride: "It must be miserable always assuming the worst in people."
"Is that a dig at me?"
It certainly sounds personal, but House can't figure out why the stranger would criticize him without knowing him. It's likely he's just making it all about himself, as he often does.
Oh well—get offended first, ask questions later.
"I think it's just a smart way to go about things. It gives people less opportunities to disappoint you and more chances to surprise you—though that rarely seems to happen."
❛ Why do you say such things? ❜
INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (1994) SENTENCE STARTERS
It would be incredibly easy to give her some bullshit answer, or at least not answer her seriously. Like fingers flipping through a filing cabinet, they sorted out previous responses: being dropped in dirty water as a baby, standing too close to the microwave, cursed by a Mexican witch who shoots fireballs out of her hands (specifically), but nothing stuck. Nothing was making them bite their tongue to keep themselves from cracking up.
"...I dunno. Maybe because I think I'm funny. But also I just have problems." Coyote shrugged. They knew exactly what those problems were but ultimately it was far more exciting and entertaining to say asinine or nonsensical things in front of others. "You got any theories?"
@redride : can you walk?
" yeah, i'm fine. "
she's not fine, and it's obvious by the way she can barely keep herself upright. blood tickles down a cut on her forehead. she can't tell if it was another car that crashed into hers, or if she was the one who succumbed to exhaustion and dozed off behind the wheel. looking around, no one seems injured except for her. she tries to take a step, but pain shoots up all over her leg, causing her to reach for the nearest surface for balance.
" fuck. i ... i'm gonna be late. " she makes quick math in her head. being late ten, fifteen minutes for an important work meeting; she can live with it. anything longer than that is unacceptable. skipping it doesn't even cross her mind. " i don't have time for this. "
inbox cleaning!
@redride ∣ 🩸
"Please, Madame, lower your crucifix... that's all I ask."
"Not to be nosey or nothin', but you look like somethin's botherin' ya, mister. Ya want a drink to forget 'bout it?" she offers her flask to the stranger.
❝ most people … ❞ he trails off , determining that this is not a thought he would like to say aloud after all . most people , what he wants to say , would rather ask him what it is that’s bothering him than offer him a solution , even temporary , to solve it . or at least to get it out of his mind for a while . while he harbors no qualms with telling people to run off to where they’d just come from , having questions thrown in his face always sours his mood .
with a twitch of his nose , he takes the flask , looking over the open mouth for a beat before tipping the drink over his open mouth , careful not to touch it with his lips . he’s soon offering it back , holding the strong sting of liquid in his mouth a moment before letting it burn down the back of his throat .
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ❝ thanks . i needed that . ❞
╰ ゜UNPROMPTED . / 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 .
“ I really do hate thinking. ”
❝ yeah, dude. ❞ she says in a very matter of fact tone. just because she's smart doesn't mean she should have to actually think. ❝ i think we shouldn't have to use our brains! like as a treat for ourselves, ya know? no thoughts, only vibes. ❞
a meme i don't feel like grabbing the link to rn