A Concept Of An Older Pocket/Mafia Steven, Still Being A Bad Boy With Poofy Hair

A concept of an older Pocket/Mafia Steven, still being a bad boy with poofy hair…

I hadn't seen you posted it on Tumblr!!! HELL YEAH my soft baby boy, look at him, so happy.... You did so good on the background aaaaaaaaaaah

Art Fight revenge on @pyralart. 

HELL YEAH, THIS IS SO GOOD AND EXACTLY HOW HE WORKS!!!!!! Gosh, I'm so glad my boy inspired you, thank you so muchh!!! And the writing is on point, the descriptions, the pacing..... Yes.....

A job has to be done.

Inhale. Exhale. The thrum of footsteps and traffic drowning out any ambient noise was the perfect distraction for a certain boy. Pink, curly hair that stands out in a crowed was hidden under a grey hood and sunglasses. Hands shoved into his pockets as his eyes glued to his target.

In his black bag was three key items. His mask, gloves and a sterilized machete. In his hand was his phone as he rung up one of the lackeys and asked to direct it to boss.

“‘O is this?” “Tiger Millionaire.” “Ah, T. Good to hear from you, do you have your eyes on the target?” “Yes, although he’s a bit quick- hold on, He’s ducking into an alleyway.”

Following quickly, swerving past pedestrians who were rushing to work, or those leaving. Taking a swerve past a tall man, he finally enters the filthy passageway, seeing the man duck behind a corner as the boy neared. Dropping down his hoodie and snatching the items from his back, gloved hands grip the hilt of his weapon as he began pacing quicker.

Peeking around the edge, he spots the man now pressed against a boarded up wall, covered in plasters of old newspapers and notes. He was hyperventilating as he looked for a means of escape. He stopped entirely when he saw Steven emerge, pressing the machete against his leg, hiding it in the dark alley.

“I- Huh? Who are you?” “Not of importance.” “You’re just.. a kid! I thought.. HA! I shouldn’t have been afraid, you guys were bluffing, blu-” He didn’t finish his sentence when Steven swung down his machete and bludgeoned the human’s chest, watching him crumple down and gasping for air as blood began pooling around his torso. “Come again?” The man could barely speak as he lifted his shaking arms to protect his body. Tutting silently as Steven swung down again, the machete going through one arm clean, but getting embedded in the bone of the other. Twisting it horizontally made the bone snap like a twig and made the man scream out. Smothering his cries with a gloved palm, he slit the throat with a quick swipe, blood spurting onto his face. Stumbling backwards, he made sure that it didn’t drip onto his clothes, before looking at the crumpled body of a man whose life was fading right before his eyes. The final steps were easier as he pick pocketed the poor fellow, discarding the machete in the nearest trash bag, and pocketing three hundred in cash, an expensive watch and a credit card. A wondrous pay off, he smiles.

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This is for a friend of mine. @pyralart is pretty cool, check em out!

And now for something completely different! A friend made a ghiblisona , which inspired me to do this big guy! Here is Mr.B. He is a forest spirit whose only real power is to be a big bird. He looks menacing but is actually a big goofball. A spirit’s power comes from people believing in them, and no ones really knows about him anymore. He is wandering in the forest, when one day he meets a lost kitty and adopts her.

This dragon boy for @bigpapa-ram is not having such a good time right now

Take a moment, remind yourself, to take a moment and find yourself

A piece for a totally cute ans self-indulgent Steven Universe AU by @jirachibaby and I, and because I loved the one @lordsamethstarr did so much that I had to do a follow-up! Just two brothers who fell asleep under a tree in the rain, and forgot to wake up

If you want to know more, feel free to send questions, I’d love to ramble