what if this time there were four

this was actually painful to do so far because I despise doing linework and almost never do it in favor of painting directly on top of a thumbnail lol

oc wippppppp 😛

i am not good with composition dont worry about it i’m just dicking around

I just made some bullshittttt! #oc

YESSSSSS

thank u!!!

I sat on this piece all month cause there’s some things I don’t really like about it but it started out as a silly cooldown doodle and at the end of the day that’s all it needs to be lol who cares!

this is my buddy sanji who we’re unfortunately putting down tomorrow. so sad

#onepiece

Black & white fanart of the characters Bartolomeo the Cannibal and Cavendish from One Piece. They are both glaring towards the viewer, Bartolomeo grinning from under his brow bone, Cavendish's eyes wide and head tilted up. They are standing very close to each other and trickle of red (the only colour in the image) flow from a gash on Bartolomeo's forehead and somewhere in Cavendish's hairline, rimming through one of their eyes each. They both say "stay out of it" at the same time. #Bartocav

Sketchy black & white fanart headshot of Dracule Mihawk from One Piece glaring at someone or something just slightly out of view.

My bi-yearly Mihawk

but YOU were the one who got me really into sanji in the first place like Years ago… holding hands and spinning together

six hours late to the party but your sanji is forever the best to ever do it 🙂‍↕️

Black & white sketchy fanart of the character Pedro from the series One Piece, a half-man, half-jaguar Mink. He is in a crouching sprint with one hand bracing on the ground while his other hand is held open beside him ready to swipe. He looks kinda angry (understatement).

Pedro, Pedro, Pedro, Pedro, Pe
praticamente il meglio di Santa Fè 🐆
(repost) #OnePiece

I KNOW THATS RIGHT JINBE!!!!!

been meaning to draw for days but tomodachi life got to me first

like ohhhh okay whatever what am i gonna do with a hunk of plastic that sits on my shelf. too wasteful and indulgent for my taste. unless its sanji in which case disregard all that i want that hunk of plastic so bad

at some point in my trinket collecting journey i stopped caring for collecting anime figures unless they’re sanji for some reason

need more sanji figures i only have like. 3

doctor halfheartedly referred me to rheumatology like three weeks ago and they never reached out which i assume means i’ve been rejected lol because they Hate taking patients

i’ve been suspecting hEDS for a while because i have a Lot of concurrent ongoing issues as well as hypermobility but it’s obviously impossible to get a diagnosis because the diagnostic criteria fucking sucks. the only joints they test are the ONLY FOUR i’m NOT hypermobile in 💀

i mean. the same obviously goes for Any disability it’s just annoying when i can’t even complain to people because “you’re young your joints shouldn’t hurt/you should be able to walk without pain/etc” LIKE. I KNOW? CLEARLY

having an invisible disability is not for the faint of heart man nobody will fucking listen to you when you’re in near constant pain 😭😭😭💀

oh my god bro my body

when the disability is disabling

screen shot of an ad thumbnail that says “Barilla’s New Special aedituin Pasta Shape Will Have You Racinv To The Store”

[SPOILER ALERT] I clicked so fast…
only to find out it’s just another effin’ WHEEL?

His next score to load is his Speed score, displaying 53.2 miles per hour. The crowd erupts at this in earnest, saying things like, “That’s ridiculous!” “Are you serious?” “What’s the record?” “That has to be a mistake…” “Weren’t you watching? Kid was fast as fuck!” “But in human mode!? Over forty miles per hour is already-” (Trails off) Ashley doesn’t seem particularly surprised or impressed by this result, however, and his attention is instead caught by someone calling to him from out of view. “Ash.” “Hm?” Ashley turns in time to catch a water bottle being thrown his way. “Catch.” “Ah-” Ashley grins as he looks up to see his second brother Clemence, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Clemence: “Nice run.” Ashley: “Clemence! What are you doing here? Are you gonna run too? I’ll run against you! Or even you, me, and Maddoc-” Ashley is jogging in place as he unscrews the water bottle. Clemence, smiling: “Maybe next time. I’m just here because Maddoc texted me looking for backup on tonight’s patrol.” Ashley: “Huh?” Ashley’s excitement drops as he lifts the bottle to drink. “But I thought I was gonna do that…” Eclipsing Ashley in the foreground is Maddoc looming into the background as he plants his foot down in a wind-up to land his own punch on another strength test machine.

Maddoc’s punch connects with the bag in a veritable shockwave filling the panel with a thunderous boom. The form of his punch is much tighter than Ashley’s and it’s clear to see how muscular he is even under his tank top. The punch reverberates through the hall, blowing back Ashley and Clemence’s hair, though this may be metaphorical. Onlookers erupts into cheers and chattering. Ashley and Clemence look decidedly more unimpressed, Ashley even slightly annoyed at the display. Random people: “Woah! Did you feel that? That’s gotta be at least 1,500, easy…” “No way, man.” “Next time he’s asking me to patrol I’d better say yes…” “Haha” “Let’s fuckin gooo!” “Maddoc!” “Wooh!” “That’s why we’re number one!” His exact Power score hasn’t finished calculating as the crowd is speculating, but the entire room falls silent as it finally loads in the number “1,873”. For a moment the room is still, professional and non-professional werewolves alike looking at the screen in awe, Lewey smiling in disbelief. Eventually the silence is broken with someone in the back of the crowd yelling “Jesus!”

The focus closes in on the Lovell brothers. Maddoc regards his own score with raised brows and a skewed mouth. “Not bad.” Ashley shoots him a look as he drinks water. “You got hit, genius.” Maddoc looks at the spot of blue on his tank top that Ashley is pointing out, shrugging as he dumps his prop knife into a receptacle by the kiosk. “It only grazed me. I’d walk it off.” Ashley, incredulous: “Those are supposed to be silver bullets! You think that would fly in the field?” Clemence clears his ears beside them both in the wake of the shockwave. Ashley: “So how is this working? Are we splitting up or are all three of us supposed to patrol together?” Maddoc: “You aren’t coming on patrol. Not tonight.” Ashley: “What!? Why?? You’re the one who said we needed to-” Maddoc: “I’m benching you. You’ve been doing too much.” Ashley: “I’m fine! I can at least-” Maddoc, stern: “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. You’re off patrol for the week.” Ashley: “But-!” Maddoc: “You think I think med school is easy? You’re no good to us all strung out, Ash. Last thing I need is for you to get yourself killed ‘cause you can’t focus. You’ve got a soccer game coming up, right? Try going to practice for once. Or a party. I dunno. Whatever you college kids do these days. Do anything but work.” Ashley looks dejected, eyes down, but says nothing. Maddoc turns back to the score board with a smirk. “Besides, it’s a new moon, and with a score like that you’re basically useless.” Ashley, sulking: “You’re such an asshole.” Clemence wanders over to the final strength test machine at the end of the course, making a fist. “I wonder how my strength score is holding up…” Maddoc and Ashley turn to leave unceremoniously. Maddoc: “Alright, kiddo, Clemence needs his time in the spotlight so let’s go grab dinner before the good places shut.” Clemence, still poised to swing: “Cowards.”

Time passes and the sky fades from sunset to night. The moon in the sky shows barely a sliver of a crescent - the opposite of a full moon. Maddoc surveys downtown Seattle from atop a building’s roof. The streets are still and empty, and only a few lights are on in the windows of various buildings. Maddoc is in a plain T-shirt and sweatpants. His beard has been growing rapidly back in since he shaved and is now almost fully back to normal, minus the mustache. Maddoc: “Quiet, even for a Sunday night. Guess it’s too cold for the normies.” “Hard to imagine what went down on Friday. Can’t believe Ash was the one who had to stumble across that shit…” Annoyance crosses his face. “How’d a stray even manage to get himself infected in the first place? Kid sounded like too much of a square to be fuckin’ around in places he shouldn’t…” He remembers back to Mrs. Lancaster crying on her couch, dabbing her eyes, the framed photo of her son at graduation behind her. The memory is washed in purple. Maddoc’s expression softens into concern and sympathy. Pulling out his phone, he calls someone listed in his phone as Chelsea, the screen lighting up with a filler graphic of random purple shapes. After a couple of rings, Chelsea picks up. “What’s up, Mads?” Maddoc: “Nothin’ really. Just checking in on you.” Chelsea: “At 10 o’clock at night? Usually not a great sign. Better not be calling just to whine about another bad date.” Maddoc: “Well you haven’t set me up with one of your weird friends in a minute, so I’m good.” Chelsea: “So you want me to tell Stephanie you aren’t interested?” Maddoc, flustered: “Now let’s not be hasty…” (Chelsea laughs.) Maddoc pauses, then, scratching the bridge of his nose against his scar: “How’s Samson?”

Silver & Iron: Part Two
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teasing and hyping up sharing info about my characters like it’s some big event and not just like four little blurbs of nothingburger just because i’m so weirdly cagey about sharing Anything LOL

excited to share more about ocs this week… probably on tumblr but maybe here too IDK

the way I caught up with S&I last night and sat there afterward thinking “wow I need to make art for this soon” our brains are so beautifully intertwined you don’t even know