#scribble scribble

[xx-sketchy-xx]

I’ve never done anything like this before, it was really fun! Haha, I’m tired

#welcome home art #wally darling #welcome home wally #digital circus #the amazing digital circus #jax #pomni #ragatha #zooble #Gangle #kinger #Caine #barnaby #fnaf #other stuff #idk #it was a fun background practice #Scribble scribble #My friend was my inspiration #So thank her #They are amazing #and definitely not forcing me to say this

[m-oshun]

Villain OCs:

I mean I have a few because they’re fun but the screwed up monster types have got to be up there

#my art #oc creature #oc meme #meme #character dumbs #scribble scribble

[pavooko]

Ngl Volt is so funny to sketch🍊

#warframe #warframe art #volt #warframe volt #scribble scribble

[madmacci]

Do you think their periods ever synced up?

#N. Gin #Neo Cortex #N. Brio #Crash Bandicoot #Scribble scribble

[gumnut-logic]

It was pure chance Virgil was with John that day. He could have said it was unexpected, but it would have been a lie. It was only a matter of time before another attempt was made.

John cursed himself for failing to pay enough attention to the probability algorithm.

But it was John who was there when Virgil was attacked. And as it was the first time, it was John who protected his brother.

That first time when John had defended Virgil from the mechas high in the sky above a beached Two, John had lost his wings.

No, not lost, they had been torn from his body, stolen, and it had been Scott and Kayo who had caught both of them.

It had taken so long for John to not quite recover from that incident. Virgil and Brains had given him back the ability to fly, but his white pinions were forever gone, replaced with the finest technological art his brother could create.

John was different in both form and mind after that.

Virgil, whose injuries were less permanent in a physical sense, had not recovered mentally. Virgil was almost as changed as John, despite the healing of his midnight black wings. Something had snapped inside the gentle engineer. He smiled less and was more fragile of mood. John knew he felt guilt regarding what had happened, but no matter what John said, Virgil’s shoulders still bowed under a weight that hadn’t been there before.

So, to have that same brother attacked in the middle of the street by minions of the man who haunted them…

It was the last straw.

These people had hurt them so much, hurt Virgil, Gordon and John himself, and yet, here they were attempting to take even more as if it was simply sport.

John broke.

They were in New York on Tracy Industries business. John had found an error in the financials and needed to speak in-person to the persons responsible. Virgil offered to fly him out in Two and shorten the trip considerably in the process.

It was a good chance to spend some time together. Scott was obviously envious over comms, attending an incident in Colorado, and John was tempted to invite him and the rest of the family out for an evening when they got back. Perhaps they could fly over to Sydney and watch the sunset over the harbour bridge.

But then Virgil was lured by the scent of the local coffee shop. It wasn’t anything unusual. His brother often grabbed one from that particular café when in town.

Virgil jogged down the street as John turned to enter their building.

Again, it was chance. Perhaps if John had walked faster or Virgil a little slower…

The sudden surprise, pain and oblivion that washed over John in that moment was enough to cause him to stagger on the steps. A woman screamed. He looked over to find several men lifting his unconscious brother off the sidewalk.

A van sat with its door open, halting traffic.

John’s wings lifted without thought. Alarm spread to his younger brother thousands of kilometres away on Tracy Island and as one they moved.

John launched from the steps.

His flight was short and sharp and several thousand dollars’ worth of Berluti’s finest handmade shoes made a significant impact on the nearest assailant.

They went down with a yell as John dropped his full weight on the man. One wing stabilised his balance and the other, no longer vulnerable flesh and bone, now lightweight, cahelium-laced metal, impacted hard on a second man.

Another down.

John retracted that wing and lashed out with the other, taking out a third man, all before any of them could react.

Virgil was tumbling towards the ground, as the men carrying him joined him in unconsciousness, and John grabbed at his brother, drawing him close.

That moment of distraction was enough for a gun to appear.

Clutching Virgil to his chest, John spun, crouched and enveloped both himself and his brother in the circle of his wings. Seven and a half metres of wingspan wrapped around them both as that gun fired.

And ricocheted off cahelium spar.

Perhaps there was a reason he had his wings taken from him.

Perhaps there was a cahelium lining to it all.

The gun fired again and John, felt the sharp vibration sing through artificial bones.

Virgil’s hair caught in his nose.

Hurried footsteps.

Profanity.

Someone grabbed at his wings and screamed. No doubt as his hands started bleeding from the razor-sharp edges of those metal feathers.

He held his big brother just a little tighter for the briefest of seconds before curling him up gently on the ground.

A brief touch of fingertips to his temple. Unconscious, Virgil lacked his usual vibrancy and John didn’t even know what had been done to him yet.

Only that he had been hurt.

Again.

Gentle Virgil.

Sunshine Gordon.

His own pain.

And still they wanted more.

A gun cocked.

No.

John spun as he rose, wings spreading out sharp and horizontal forming no less than a lethal whirling blade.

Cahelium feathers met flesh as he moved. The equations for force, velocity and momentum subconsciously calculating exactly what he needed to do to get the result required.

That woman screamed again as the gun fell clattering to the pavement.

Four bodies of varying health joined it.

Both sound and silence communicated medical needs to the trained responder’s ears.

They were ignored as John straightened.

The van’s tyres squealed as it tore off down the street without its target.

Silence fell over everything. Shock freezing traffic and pedestrians alike. Only the groans of the injured and the out-of-sight rest of the city graced the soundscape.

Red dripped off the ends of John’s feathers as he crouched next to his prone brother. Virgil’s pulse was unsteady and he was sporting a bleeding wound on the back of his head. Whatever they had hit him with, they had hit him hard.

Curling him into his arms, John half-folded and gently scooped his wings under his brother. Lifting him smoothly off the ground, he carried him back towards the entrance to their building.

Just as the roar of Thunderbird One tore into the airspace above the street.

Gordon was buzzing at the back of John’s mind, desperate to know what was going on.

Scott’s aggravation was obvious as he dumped One blocking all traffic in front of Tracy Industries’ New York offices.

John turned and carried his big brother out towards the safety of the Thunderbird.

Her pilot seat lowered and Scott was there, concerned eyes, worried words and questions.

But the questions could wait and a hoverstretcher relieved John of his brother’s weight.

John folded his bloodied wings and let them go.

One’s engines roared as they lifted off, but they didn’t manage to drown out John’s heartbeat. The scanner in his hand told him that Virgil would be okay once he recovered consciousness and worked through the concussion that was brewing…

John’s shoulders dropped and he leant over his brother, his hands gripping the side of the docked stretcher enough to whiten his knuckles.

He screwed his eyes shut ever so tight.

The hand that landed on his arm was gentle, but insistent. “Talk to me, John.”

He didn’t open his eyes. “They tried to take Virgil.” A breath. “I didn’t let them.”

Scott shifted beside him, an arm reached around John and drew him close. His head was nudged to Scott’s shoulder and he let himself be pulled into a full embrace, grateful for the comfort.

Scott’s words were little more than breath. “Thank you.”

John opened his eyes at that and turned enough to set eyes on his unconscious brother. Virgil was ever so pale in the overhead lighting in such contrast to his usual animation.

An indrawn breath.

“Never again.” He let that breath out. “God, never again.”

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanart #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #john tracy #nuttyart #scribble scribble #and where John looks nothing like John #but eh #marks and wings

[judathians-art]

#scribble scribble #dead by daylight the unknown #dead by daylight #dbd #the unknown #body horror #paper drawn #paper drawing #Judathian's art #my art

[doorstoplord]

Nobody at All

#tpoh negative #negative #negative RGB #tpoh rgb #RGB #hero #tpoh hero #leeleeart #scribble scribble

[short666bread]

you thought I was done posting T4T drarry at the beach but I will Never be done posting T4T drarry at the beach

#draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry #draco x harry #harry x draco #🌞🌈🏝 #scribble scribble #trans draco malfoy #trans harry potter

[farceurcole]

Maybe y’all should go on a lil road trip? Go sightseeing or something, free the scrunklys!

👀 I SEE U… drafts drafts galore, wheres the END?!

#abandoned pizzaplex au #daycare attendent #naptime attendant #y/n #their getting along just fine #hehe #my art #scketchy #scribble scribble

[kenst3r]

obligatory addition of madeline to the sketch from yesterday (she’s my oc im wilding with this one)

PLEASE DON’T COME AFTER ME HES ISNT IN FULL SKINNY FORM OR FAT FORM‼️‼️

whether this gets popular or not i will prob post more about madeline because i love her and 😁… also i’m back on brainrot

#scribble scribble #fatgum #taishiro toyomitsu #oc x canon #plz don’t come after me for inaccurate height differences #i love cowboys and cowgirls #yeehaw #giggles

[hello-delicious-tea]

Prelimary plan for Pink Japanese-ish garden. It is Japanese in that it is meant to be airy, asymmetrical, and ephemeral, and feature Japanese maples - I’m still working out the design elements beyond the big plantings. I really really wish I had any skill* whatsoever in drawing so I could make a picture of what it should look like head on.

Currently I’m thinking I need to move the big tree two or three feet to the left so that the trunk is visible behind the camellia, and the bigger maple needs to move two feet back a d the apothecary’s rose one foot back, so that the roses can curve backwards beautifully.

*cue Lady Catherine, “I’m sure that if I had ever learnt, I should be a true proficient!” - I have not learnt and while there is theoretical time, practical time is not usually in existence, and certainly won’t be in time to get this garden project done.

#gardening #garden design #scribble scribble #it’s a bit urgent because Earth Angel has got to go in ASAP

[nethereasypeasy]

starting a new campaign with friends and my DM is being v nice and letting me be a myconid druid. His name is Blewit 😭

#scribble scribble #myconid #dnd #dungeons and dragons #druid #mushroom man

[birdscribblepad]

Main: @blu3birdprince

I cross post all my fanfiction to my A03!

I am open for requests!

I am working on 2 original stories. 'The Girl Who Runs the Universe' and 'The Boy Who Rules Reality' both stories are fantasy-themed and contain violence, swearing, and adult themes. I will add warnings/triggers at the start of each chapter.

I also post fanfics and short stories. I am open to feedback and suggestions.

I do have dyslexia, so if you see any grammatical errors, please let me know!

#not writing #scribble scribble #writing #writing project #writerscommunity #bird scribbles

[noris-is-better]

I want a big whiteboard.

Or a corkboard.

#let me link chart #link charting is cool #sleuth? #red string in a not au way #i love whiteboards #scribble scribble

[suokumi]

nothing brings me as much happiness and inspiration as other people's suffering

#scribble scribble #angst time #suo shut up

[eternal-reverie]

some kh doodles from my sketchbook last year

#mi arte #kh #khux #scribble scribble