Not Me Drawing My Little Obsession Again

These two are comfort characters at this point because this week was awful 2/10

Anyway I want to talk a bit about this AU so I’ll post other characters soon and maybe some interactions between them idk. If you want you can send asks, because my brain is honestly a wet, soggy sponge and I’m not sure what would you like to know atm.

Friends

I wanna draw so badly but I have no ideas at all what to do. Head empty, but hands crave pencil.

Can anyone give me suggestions or kick me gently for my brain to start working again?

Day 5: realization

I can’t believe it’s ending and I still read only 1 prompt from femmescripter. I need free time. I’m writing my stories for hour or so because I can physically give only so much attention to it :’^(

Storytime (this time without sad sub-plot I promise):

(Bradley)

I admitted to myself I love you at the end of november, when while driving I saw you on pedestrian street. Angry, cold, unlike you. I’m glad I made you get into my car; when we sat on folded back seats and started eating and drinking, when we were covering eachother with blanket; you finally brightened.

”Why won’t you ask what happened?” I heard.

I never associated this question with genuine concern. It was always a mind play for me in my worst years. How to tell you that?

”Why would I? If you want say it yourself.” Bravo me.

”It’ll be nice if you’d ask. That would mean you at least care.”

Oh Max. Getting on my nerves already, I am too weak to fight.

”I don’t like that question.”

”That’s all?”

”That’s all.”

”Can I tell you this?”

”You can say anything.”

”Even that your older sister is hot as hell?”

”WHAT!?”

You… started laughing. Very, very loud. It was… pleasant, pretty.

”You should have seen your face! Hahahaha, Jesus man haha. How are you not blowing your brain out with our trio? Ahyuk”

My heart was about to escape my ribcage and run to you, my smile subconsciously appeared. I thought for a moment that maybe this is how love feels.

You calmed down. Looked at me with your onyx eyes and said a phrase I will always remember.

”So this is your honest smile? Maybe you should use it more often”

You made it even wider.

(Max)

How did you know I would agree to a date? Was it a wild card or you knew something I didn’t yet but now am sure of?

My thoughts were just like that before seeing your smirky face „Ice rink? I never even wore ice skates before. Is it like regular skating? Why I agreed to it? Why was I so excited on a word ‚date’? Are you just mocking me? Or maybe it’s genuine.” I’m still mad that it was probably you figuring my own self sooner than I did.

Ice was much more unstable than asphalt, my legs were melting and you just stood there.

”Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

”NO. Give me a second.”

What am I talking about? I’m barely standing and fighting for my life clinging onto barriers. I won’t admit I can’t ice skate, that I am scared. Ain’t no way.

”Ugh!” Oh no. Your voice full of irritation went through my spine. Don’t approach me, don’t approach me, don’t approach me… DAMMIT!

”Hold my hands”

”No, thanks. I’ll figure that ou-„ You bastard you grabbed me!

”Listen, shape your feet into V…”

”Ookay”

”See? You’re fine. I’m holding you, you are steady. It’s fine” Steady? It is anything but steady!

”Now. Pull dominant leg away and go to me. Just like skating”

”mhm” I’m moving forward, it’s fine, it’s fine. No! Hell it’s not! It’s not at all… wait, I feel your grip getting stronger.

”I’m here, don’t worry. Look at me and it’ll be fine” Why is your voice so calming? Not that I mind but… how are you doing that? Making me feel so safe?

We are moving forward, I start getting it. I can do this!

”Let me go”

”Max, I don’t think it’s good idea”

”C’mon. I will do it”

”As you wish~”

Heck yeah! I’m doing it. I’m great. It is great. It… it starts to get unsteable again. Oh no. OH NO. OH NONONONO ARGH-

I barely got caught, one millimeter further and I’d be on a ground. I feel like made of jelly.

”Hahahahaha! What were you saying? It’s not THAT easy princess hahaha”

Looking at you, laughing, holding me from that angle… oh cupid you really are cruel. I don’t think I’m ready for relationship.

”Are you alright Max?” Your ocean-blue eyes widened. That cloudy-sky, royal, deep blue looking at me. And your hair waving in a wind like a sea of weeds, with all the shades of a plane tree. Even your brows look stuning when you look at me all concerned. You are all mine at this moment and this is comforting like comfy bed after tiring day, like cold drink in summer heat, like… us seating in your car.

I changed my mind. I must be with you in a relationship.

Hanahaki disease

I like lineart a lot so here you go

Some ramblings under the cut

I love gore but in a cute way like… yes HANAHAKI DISEASE!!!!! And since I was a child I kinda liked something bad happening to favourite characters like Bradley, because it’s like „Nooo, baby. I wanna see how are you getting out of that”. Also I like drawing bodily fluids :^)

I bet Bradly would be scared to death while Max is „Not again”. I wanted to draw them together, but idk Max looks ugly idk if I should continue drawing him.

Time for the rest of the gang!

+ some interactions

I always loved Mocha x PJ, I think they are great together (and I may or not have a crush on her and on Silvia and on Bradley and- oh god everyone is hot in this movie). Also Mona was A Max girlfriend for me. Idk why I don’t like Roxanne, I just think cannonicaly speaking Mona x Max are way better and Roxie is….. there. She certainly is there.

I forgot to write it there, but only PJ knows Mocha’s real name. She treats her scene name very seriously.

Maxley doodle from a shared canvas with my sis 💜

It’s been a while since I posted anything at all huh…

MAY I PRESENT TO YOU FLAT COLOURED DEIDARA MADE TOTALLY NOT ON SOME BORING LESSON YEAR AGO ON A BACK OF THE NOTEBOOK AND FINALLY MAKING IT TO THE DIGITAL FORM.

Can’t believe I remembered about background although almost forgetting about nails and made this relatevely fast like, wow I’m proud for finally making final touches like it should be.

Miyo Saimori

It’s my third time with watercolor pencils

sweethearts in photo booths (1920s-1960s)