kotov syndrome

I drew this a couple of days ago, when I got home from the event launching. 

DRAWING ON A TABLET FEELS SO GOOD 

In response to PJ’s lovely askbox fic for Charlotte and Erik! Said fic is copy pasted below (so sorry, I don’t know how the paragraphs are set!;;):

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Charlotte feels it like a punch to the gut, like the kick from her favourite revolver, when she locks on to the mind of the man swimming rapidly after the vessel Caspartina - a mind of terrifying memories, of dogged determination, of fear and pain and a power she’d never thought could exist before. A man who could reach out to metal and manipulate it, and who was now bringing all that fractured strength to bear on his target, the unexpected submarine slung beneath the boat.

“Oh my god,” she whispers - and then she’s struggling with the clasps on her jacket, she’s dragging her hair up into a messy bun, and she’s running the length of the Coast Guard cutter and the dark water yawns up at her.

She takes a deep breath - and dives in, heedless of Agent MacTaggert’s shouts, of Raven’s shriek of warning.

She swims, fighting the undertow, and then the man is just an arm’s-length away but he’s falling into the deep, and she reaches for his mind and calls out with all of her reckless adrenaline-strength: Let go! I won’t let you die!

And the man responds, I have to stop the sub -  

And she cries, You can’t! You have to retreat! Live now and fight another day!

And she catches him up in her arms and bears him to the surface. She loses a shoe in the process, and she doesn’t care - all she wants is the burn of air in her lungs, and she’s completely unprepared for when the man gasps in a breath and then looks at her, awe and wonder in his face, and he says “You - I felt you in my mind. I thought I was alone.”

And she remembers his name, and she smiles and swipes the water out of her eyes, and she says, “I’m - I’m Charlotte Xavier. And you’re Erik Lehnsherr. I - let me tell you this, Erik. You’re not alone. I promise you you’re not alone.”

And she feels his eyes on her even as they surface, even as she huddles into her now-inadequate jacket, and his regard is like a fire stoked in her veins and in her heart, and in her mind.

PJ once said how Peggy Carter would make a great Charlotte, if given blue eyes and telepathy. Wanted to warm up and decided to draw this, so this is for you, PJ!

tread the floods

I seem to have hit a block of some kind, but I somehow managed to get this quick sketch out.

For Maddie and PJ ;)

I wanted to draw something to warm up, so I asked Noni and she suggested that I draw Luke Triton from Professor Layton. I added in Clive too because these two are my OTP and I miss them a lot sob.

I’ve been getting an influx of followers this past week, some of which I’ve neglected to say hello to. I’m not quite sure who are the new followers (the followers list is jumbled up and not in order, as always), so if any of you would like to say hi or anything, my askbox is always open! 

But for now, here’s my greeting to you all. Thank you!

Some scribbles of Minato I drew today. Hurting my favourite characters sounds pretty horrible, but deep down you know you like doing it too.