the bestest psychic boy and greatest smash bro

By woah10spac 4/24/24

i like to live on the edge (of my sketchbook)

By woah10spac 4/2/24

a hero and a monster (they might not be the one you think)

By woah10spac 4/1/24

Arty the Brokenhearted

By woah10spac 3/27/24

doodled my best girl today

by woah10spac 2/11/24

shes called the Heart/ her hero theme is a dark version of carol of the bells

@heck-to-your-horses

by woah10spac 1/6/24

fantasy tmj, a doodle from my very slow christmas eve work day

Happy holidays to all my fellow tumblrs love yall

by woah10spac 12/24/23

"Blorbo from my shows" this, "blorbo from my videogames" that. What about "blorbo from my DnD game" that only three other people know. Do you ever think about that-

Jude the loyal

by woah10spac 12/12/23

nodd boy of wisdom concept

by woah10spac 12/9/23

convincing myself i have gotten better over the years

by woah10spac like eight years ago yikes

another self indulgent oc from high school

by woah10spac 12/1/23

life hack: if all you draw in ur sketchbook is line art, then you always have a silly little coloring book on hand for when you dont have the energy to draw

by woah10spac 11/24/23

honey i rose up from the dead i do it all the time

by woah10spac - 11/6/23

romantic moment expectations vs reality; sometimes in your daydreams you forget he still has a bird head

conspiracy (maybe flirting)

by woah10spac sept 20 2023

Rune looked up as the rain slowly began sprinkling. He closed his eyes, pressing his face towards the sky, unflinching as drops pattered onto his skin, disappearing in small sizzles of steam. He released a heavy sigh, his breath equally steaming against the cold, crisp air. "You cannot hold it all against yourself." Her rich alto had crept up behind him, "You'll wear thin." He opened his eyes, but kept his face pointed to the sky. "You don't know what I've done, Lamb." Neco hummed. "Maybe." She took a few steps until she was just beside his right hand, and looked out silently. "Out with it. It's too obvious when you want to say something." She gave a small, low laugh. "You're a god." "A god is not a saint." "A god is meant to grant forgiveness. Why would this forgiveness exclude yourself?"

He could push her right off the cliff; how dare she say something so blasphemous and true.

-- excerpt from my own wip series Resplendent, by woah10spac