Almost free from my assignments !! Random doodles I haven't posted
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
No title available
Show & Tell
$LAYYYTER
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

titsay

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

Game Changer & Make Some Noise
Xuebing Du
The Bowery Presents
Monterey Bay Aquarium
untitled

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
sheepfilms

No title available
EXPECTATIONS

roma★
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
Interview Vampire Daily
h
seen from Ukraine

seen from United States

seen from Congo - Brazzaville
seen from United States

seen from Chile

seen from Congo - Brazzaville
seen from United States

seen from Bangladesh

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from France
seen from Türkiye
seen from Malaysia
seen from Brazil
seen from United States

seen from Sweden
seen from Japan
@that-thief-in-red
Almost free from my assignments !! Random doodles I haven't posted
Okay, i honestly tried making Carmen in tomodachi life living the dream with her casual clothe thingy.
(I did a horrible job at it BUT, I wanna share it)
Though, i did discover i could use the face paint, and pain on top to do the eyebrow cut, so, at least it paid off in that way?
[also ignore the quality of the picture]
We need art of Carmen in that ASAP! Especially if Julia is there reacting to it!
IT IS DONE
(referencing this flash fiction friday, "wolf in sheep's clothing"!)
someone give carmen a normal yet soul shattering coming of age experience. let her listen to music and do dumb normal teenager shit she didnt get to do like be a menace with her friends
it’s been too long since ive drawn a low quality stupid af comic…im so back baby
follow for more tips 🙏🙏
The Blood Red Caper: Chapter Nine
Julia startles at the edge in Carmen's tone. She flushes red and avoids looking at her as she pulls close her file organizer, flips through it, and produces a file labeled Montréal — June 10th, 2021. "It's just that, this is a bit of a coincidence, isn't it?" Carmen quirks an eyebrow. "Yikes. That's a mighty big implication you're making there."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Hello it’s me Carmen im messaging you on a private account I need $120 dollars so I can plan a caper to stop vile
La femme rouge 🙏🙏
Oh my god 😍😍😍😍😍😍
A little drawing of a Black Sheep 💖
More to come soon! 🫶
im trying to free myself from tomodachi hell ermmmm,,
magical girl blacksheep/carmen au 😼😼
💚 And with this, the trilogy of magazine covers for the V.I.L.E. uniform catalogue is complete, haha!
Other characters like Neal or Dash Haber will be featured in sketches along with many others.
Stay tuned! 🫶
Previous covers... 🩵
Enjoying the view?
Do I creep you meoooowt?
Test to see if I can sketch out the things in my mind in a few hours oughhh Sheena/Gray swap AU yay!
Is this still considered a 'sketch' at this point? XDD Because I think I got a bit carried away with the coloring, haha
The boys in their uniforms u wu🫶
I promise next time I’ll actually make some real sketches of the other students, haha
Found youuuuu :P
Your fics are like the most addictive heavenly things ever dude
🩷Ok so we’re crying in the club are you happy 😭
I want SO BAD to give you guys fic content it hurts but I’m still so sick at the moment lol </3 one day one day I swear I’ll post
Tw abuse
A pressure stains her cheek—stinging like a fly in a windscreen. Blood sprints to where other cells wither. Her eyes are hot. Even when the hand leaves, taking all wind and oxygen with it, the slap is warm as a pulse.
The air is white. It tastes ripe and metallic. A clicking echoes somewhere, throbbing against the piece of her skull that may have just cracked (no… you’d know).
When the blindness parts, the meek yellow wall greets as it always had. Her eyes flutter to its yellowed cornice, pattern severed by a dissolving grey ceiling, cracked in a few spare places around the uncomfortably wobbly fan—hooked at a roguish angle near her head. It stands still as death.
The doorway is a vacuum of courage. A figure has breached the prickly carpet’s path and met her in a flash. Her hand measureless against her frame—shaking, shaking, talking, talking—though mostly lost in the tail-whip of her own thoughts.
Sincerely, Yours | Chapter 1: Misfortune | 43,713w
Hi! How are youuus 🩷 I miss u
@frozenwolftemplar @fluffytheocelot @genderlesschaos @backofthepencil11 @explosiontheory @1morefrenchfry @that-thief-in-red