Mostly sketches and drawings, sometimes blabbing about my life. So. Um. Yeah.
I'm not that good with english, that's why I seem quiet. But I'm not. Really.
[[open for requests]]
Nat, 19, Poland
OTP: #Superhusbands, #Destiel, #Sabriel, #Johnlock, #Cecilos, #Kurtty, #Cherik, #Meric, #McLennon, #Starrison
SHE DRAWS NICE
*list of things I want to draw*
my personal blog with fandoms and other stupid stuff
my inspirational/technical things ♥
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It’s mine and Alek [ alek-draws-stuff ] baby!
Lame idea/sketch mine and lineart and a little bit of colour of her courtesy ;u;
[I might just stop drawing proper things and just wait till she makes them better xD]
I tried guys, I really tried :C
iIs it just me, or drawing something even a little bit original with BBC Sherlock is hard?
And again from my side-blog
well, Sherlock as you can all see. I should be studying right now, but no, why. I only have big exam tomorrow, well, now is today.
Benedict, what is your face.
my side-blog with, well, more “official” art than my slashy orgies here XD
asdg I’m sorry Benedict for doing but stuff with your face
My Tony spam.
I’m trying to remind myself how on earth I should draw his perfect face, enjoy.
On Wednesday me and Alek - jacianowisko - were in the cinema on polish premiere of Captain America: Winter Soldier.
AND IT WAS.
I’M EXCITED TO THIS DAY.
[I’m soooo in superhusbands mood]
say hello to fucked up quality of my coloured pencils
For who, if not for Alek? jacianowisko <3
[[Sorry, story time because this is just too damn cute]]
The moment the sunlight had spread into the room coating everything with a golden hue, Steve barely cracked open one eye before deciding today was going to a lazy day. Normally he’d be wide awake the moment a sliver of light had touched him, but with the warmth of the man he loved burrowing into his chest, he didn’t want to face the moment the heat would leave him so soon. After all his years of service and he had long ago earned his leave of absence. Today he was collecting that leave. With a content smile he pulled Tony closer and drifted back to sleep.
The faint beeping earned a sleepy groan from the blond, and a gibberish protest as Tony started to wiggle free from Steve’s hold. The sleepy responses seemed to have amused Tony enough to give Steve a slow, lazy morning kiss that even morning breath couldn’t ruin. Still it didn’t stop Tony from slowly pulling away from Steve giving soft apologies and quick kisses until finally he was too far away. Grumbling, Steve cracked open a single eye to frown as Tony slipped off his boxers and moved into the bath room. Already missing the warmth, he scooted into Tony’s previous spot soaking up all the heat left behind as he drifted into a light doze as the sound of running water soothed him.
The soft dip in the bed pulled Steve back from the brink of sleep; the faint sent of Tony’s shampoo and soap telling him exactly who it was. Twisting around, he looked up to Tony sitting on the edge of the bed. His wet hair sat in messy waves, missing the styling product and combing that was always saved for last in his morning routine. His arms moved slowly buttoning up his favorite red shirt; he only wore it when he had to deal with investors for most of the day and Steve wanted to curse the greedy old men for stealing away his lover. Instead of voicing his displeasure, he took it in stride promising to cook up a surprise for Tony when he returned. However for now he’d enjoy Tony’s company for as long as he could.
Slipping out from under the covers, Steve crawled his way over to Tony. The brunet looked over at the movement curiosity plain on his face for a moment before settling into an affectionate smile. Steve smiled lazily with sleep still keeping his movements sluggish and loose. He placed soft kisses down Tony’s neck until the collar got in the way and then unceremoniously flopped down onto his side, shaking the bed with his movement. Curling around Tony, he brought up his leg pressing it against Tony’s and buried his nose into the man’s other thigh smelling the detergent of his slacks mixing with the sandalwood soap. Tony’s chest shook with soft laughter as he watched Steve curl around him like a cat, affection even when he was only half-awake. The sound got Steve’s attention and he turned his head up slightly to look up to Tony.
"Mornin’," he mumbled as his words were further muffled by the fabric of Tony’s pants.
"Morning, gorgeous," Tony replied with nothing but soft affection and love in his tone.
"Wha’ time will ya be ‘ome?" he asked nuzzling closer to Tony’s leg.
Tony only smiled softly at the question finding the traces of Steve’s old Brooklyn accent mixing in between the muffled words. He rested on hand on Steve’s thigh squeezing gently to massage the already relaxed muscle. His other hand moved and ran through the blond locks before resting on the join of Steve’s neck and shoulder. Gently he massage the area as he answered. “Unfortunately, today’s a nine to five day.”
The grumbled curse was lost as Steve hummed in approval as Tony worked down Steve’s shoulder before running his fingers back through his hair. All the while, he kept his warm hand a comforting presence on Steve’s thigh.
“‘Urry ‘ome,” he demanded with as much authority as he could muster.
"Always," Tony promised.
Steve didn’t have to look up, already knowing about the affectionate smile and gaze that Tony had settled on him; the look he wasted precious time on just to simply stare at Steve with every bit of love he felt clear across his face.
reblogging my own stuff ‘cause sadg
OH MY GOD, IS THIS REAL???
WHAT A WONDERFUL PIECE OF FANFICTION AND WHAT? FOR MY DRAWING?
thank you thank you thank you sleepless-billionaire !
you made my whole life with this
this is so precious and perfectly how I pictured that scene
I’m really proud of these wings! Wings wings wings, I love to draw wings!
(again) happy belated birthday Alek jacianowisko !
Deanna is supposed to have light brown-ish hair… my photoshop skills haha