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scattershotsaffron · 11 months
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“If it is true that cowardice is the most terrible of vices, the dog, at least, is not guilty of it”
this is a bit of a weird one!! This is, of course, @canisalbus ‘s Machete! This particular piece is inspired by the aesthetics of The Master and the Margarita, which is a political commentary novel that was written under Stalinism that uses religious connections and some badshit insane deviltry involving Satan and his band of goons. Figuring out the colors on this one we’re a lot of fun
Anyways I fucking adore Machete! Finally worked up the courage to draw him, hope i did his likeness justice! I know this guy gets a lot of art but I do really hope you like this, since your art has inspired me so much! i don’t think I’ve ever actually drawn a canine before?? But I actually kind of like the idea of Vasco looking more dog-like and Machete having seemingly feline attributes as dogs are consistently considered kinder and more loyal and cats are often associated with spite and envy
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pelcrow · 5 months
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Joaquin "Jack" Navarro is a lone wolf, cyborg, and quantum physicist with an infamous talent for time-fuckery.
In the 1970s, Jack and Maggie---his wife and research partner---spearheaded the exploration of spacetime manipulation, producing a pseudo-physical albeit unstable manifestation of time. Their ambitions created disastrous consequences, ones that deteriorated Jack's mind to a state of agonizing pain and madness while also garnering transcendental abilities. He lashed out at his family, becoming more like a rabid animal than a man.
His madness was contained by the very rift he created until he fell into the hands of a powerful coalition that seized the opportunity to transform him into a literal killing machine, giving him cybernetic enhancements in order to pursue their own desires of spacetime manipulation and to strike down any opposition. Here, Jack became a violent, remorseless, teleoperated executioner.
After years of this, Jack broke away from servitude when his cybernetic receiver decayed, and he isolated himself on a distant planet where he was able to start putting together memories he had lost in the madness and trauma.
He still carries a cold and violent demeanor, a raging pessimist and bitter man with a penchant for self destruction. He has no idea what he wants, teetering between wanting to restore what was lost and wanting to remain in isolation, knowing he is at the mercy of the unstable time he created.
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 2 years
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Some info abt my self insert/sona hhhfhff sorry if this stuff is annoying I’m working on fandom stuff I promise it’ll b back to that soon shdhdhd
More doodles under the cut,
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Yes I am, in fact, a Wreck. Idk what to tell u
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skelleste · 8 months
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Scatterbrain would beat his ass too.
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hopskip-andajump · 6 months
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tw gay people silly lil lesbains /joke tw
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my babies my sillies hurrrgghhhhh
Also definitely not like pose practice or anything harhar
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dhs-in-disguise · 1 year
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I’ve always wanted to make an expression sheet and who better to start with than the blorbo himself!
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ms--galactic · 2 years
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Heeeeeeyehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh it's been SeR longgggggggg 😢😢😢😞😞
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The effort 🙃🙃🙃😖😖😭😞
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dayundying · 1 year
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@quiverpaw guess who i am drawing heeheeheee
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paula-dot-poopy · 1 year
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😔
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munch-mumbles · 11 months
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love to draw. love to do it someday
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scattershotsaffron · 5 months
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De Selby - pt. 1 pt. 2
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
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scatterbrainedart · 2 years
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Who the hell is this loser
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Phil
Morally grey
Embarrassingly short
Mona is the only person on the planet he has any patience for
Mona
Easily distracted by cool bugs, yet somehow also a talented rocket scientist
Has never had a negative thought in her life
Would not hesitate to try roller-disco
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luveline · 11 months
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Since we’ve seen zombie au with Steve may we have a little something of vampire!eddie?
Sorry I don’t have any sort of plot in mind, I just think vampire!eddie is cool :)
thank u for your request! vampire!eddie x ditzy!reader
"Eddie," you say, in that meandering way you do, like talking is a pastime with no urgent goal at the end, "one of your friends is in the bathroom."
Eddie blinks, the spoon in his hand quickly put back into the bowl of cereal it had risen from. "What?" 
"One of your friends is in the bathroom," you say, and only now does he notice you have soap all over your face. Suds in your brows and the baby hairs of your hairline, across the soft hill of your chin and at your nostrils. 
"Baby, you've half-washed your face. Come here." 
You sit at the dining table beside him and Eddie sets to work, one hand on your thigh, the other your face as he dabs the soap away with his hoodie sleeve. Your eyes flutter closed at his gentle touches. Eddie feels satisfaction in knowing you trust him to be so close while you're unguarded. You've never been scared of him, but Eddie is scary. He can hear your heart slow as he finishes, and that's when he wonders why it had been beating quickly to begin with.
He tries not to listen to your heart. It plagues him when he's hungry, and it feels like a strange invasion of privacy. "Sorry, it's freaky, but I can hear your heart–" 
"Sorry for what?" you ask. 
Eddie shakes his head fondly and chucks you under the chin. He wants to go back to his cereal, but he continues, "What has your pulse up?" 
"I told you, baby, there's a friend in the bathroom." 
Eddie knows better than to expect an explanation. He puts his bowl of cereal in front of you in case you're hungry, kisses the top of your head, and goes to investigate the bathroom. 
Eddie's shocked as he opens the door. The bathroom is in extreme disarray, which isn't unusual for you typically but he cleaned it last night, and you may be scatterbrained but you don't often leave the faucet blasting hot water full pelt. He turns it off, collects the pile of tipped laundry on the floor, and wonders how best to ask you if you're feeling alright when he notices something alarmingly large. Your soapy face is explained, as well as your quick-beating heart. You must've seen what he's seeing and run away. 
"Holy fuck," he says, flinching back hard into washing machine. "Holy fuck! What the fuck is that?" 
"So you've found your friend?" you ask from the hallway. 
Eddie scrambles sideways out of the bathroom and into the hall with you, almost knocking the bowl of cereal clean from your hands. "That thing is not my friend." 
"What? I thought you liked spiders, they subsist off of the same kinds of things," you murmur, a little drop of milk at the corner of your mouth. You lick it away absentmindedly.
"A spider could slap my ass and hand me a cheque for a million bucks and I still wouldn't like him," Eddie denies, peering into the bathroom cautiously. The Spider had been hanging down from a web and nearly as big as Eddie's hand. He's not making friends with that. "And how about you, huh? I thought you liked spiders? You keep enough of them." 
Sometimes you'll keep a spider inside of a mason jar for artistic purposes, sketching them before setting them free. "Yeah, Eds, I like spiders," you say around your spoon, "not tarantulas." 
He waves a hand at you, vaguely irritated. You giggle and offer him a spoonful of cereal, which he accepts. The two of you stand and chew with your backs against the bannister, staring at the bathroom door. Too afraid to look away, and too afraid to go back inside. 
"Wanna seal it off?" he asks eventually, morosely, knowing he's not brave enough to go and deal with it. 
"Yes." You scrape the bottom of the bowl with the spoon. "We could call Steve?" 
"I'm not calling Steve." 
"Okay. Hey, this could be good for us. Peeing outside connects you to nature, or something." 
Eddie sighs and rubs his pale face. He's way too hungry to deal with this, for both cereal and something less family friendly. He can't tell you, though. You keep offering to let him bite you. "Alright," he sighs. "I'll call Harrington." 
"Then you'll have two friends in the bathroom," you say, nearly to yourself as you begin down the stairs, "like a party. I'll go make you some more cereal." 
"Thanks, sweetheart," Eddie says with a relieved laugh, closing the bathroom door and drawing a cross against the woodgrain.
He doesn't notice the shadow of his definitely-not-friend as it squeezes under the doorway.
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hopskip-andajump · 6 months
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tw sh scars
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Gesture practice but I forgot Twig's wings harhar woops
Got inspo from a gesture sketch I made while half asleep since I thought the position I was drifting off in would be fun to draw
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charlotte-zophie · 4 months
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This is an ink sketch for a larger image that I'm starting now. I want to depict a scene from the great war. I'm not sure what great war this is. Maybe just an imaginary battle between heaven and hell in which Aziraphale and Crowley meet as involuntary enemies.
There are always a lot of stories running through my head about the pictures I draw, but I just can't manage to put them into words.
I try to share my progress with you, but because I'm always a bit scatterbrained i can't guarantee anything 😅
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