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Rorscharch animal cannibal edit

#could i make this without getting outted that one of my ocs is based off him #anyways #i bite at the hand the feeds me #scratch at the dace that eats me #some kinda #animal cannibal #mad an impression on me

Some little sketches that I'm kinda proud of

#procreate art #procreate #sketches #my art #digital sketch #digital art #uhh #some kinda #earthbending #inspired poses #and yes that's #kuvira #tlok

Scraggly Willem Dafoe is a dream come true, babey.....

#im feeling #some kinda #WAY #yknow?

Loving (you)

it used to be

me and you together

forever and ever

i’ll always love you

just like when we were

two young and dumb girls

too naive to realize that

we were really lucky

to have something this great

and it seems like yesterday

when we’d talk past midnight

read, talk and laugh by your side

never thought loving would hurt so good

you promised me

nothing would get in between us

and no matter how rough the path was

you stood by me

fierce and strong-willed

oh my

life doesnt say please and sorry

and it seems like yesterday

when you suddenly,

somehow,

stopped being there

how we slowly grew apart

till we just faded away

like ink written in an old paper sheet

never thought loving would hurt so bad

#sorry #a #writer #needs #to #do #whatever it takes #heal #this is #some kinda #poetry #???#dunno

563.

Steve stepped into the briefing room and then immediately stopped like he’d hit a wall. Clint scowled down at the table.

“Wow,” Steve said, “you smell - “

“Yeah,” Clint told him, “I’ve been told.”

“- really familiar,” Steve continued over him, and Clint lifted his head and blinked at him.

“Okay. That’s new.”

“No it’s not.” Tony continued tapping idly at his tablet. “You smell like meatloaf Thursdays in the SHIELD canteen, we’ve told you this. It’s okay, Cap, we’ve opened a window, it should dissipate in - huh.”

Clint ducked away from where Steve was apparently attempting to inhale his hair.

“No,” Steve said, and he sounded kinda long ago and far away, the way he got sometimes. “He smells like -“

“Like a soulmate, apparently.” Bruce had got kinda excited, given a new chemical formula to examine; he didn’t often speak up without being directly asked for his opinion, certainly didn’t weigh in often from the front of the room. “At least, that’s what the man we captured appeared to be babbling about. There’s certainly a pheromone component to whatever the hell Clint got sprayed with, but what exactly it does - “

“It makes him smell like he should be served up by a woman called Doris,” Tony said helpfully, “but other than that -“

“What the hell,” Bucky said from the doorway, and Clint sunk even deeper into his chair. All the smiles and sideways glances and blatant showing off of trick shots wasn’t gonna mean a hell of a lot when weighed against the boner-killing powers of smelling like some grandmother’s kitchen. He was gonna be starting from square one, after this, if Bucky even let him get that far.

“Shit,” Steve said, softly. “He smells like -“

“He smells like *home*,” Bucky said, and Clint looked up to find that the sideways smile was still right there.

#winterhawk #some kinda #soulmate!au #i dunno

Still slowly making progress on my last commission but in the meantime have this little creature I randomly started doodling on the side of my pages. I decided to color and give him a name.

He’s my stupid derpy doodle son and I love him.