#cameo teehee

[starlingdrawz]

Warmup doodles

Commissions

[tangledinink]

the i'm sorry, teenage mutant what now? gang is very excited to officially be in the @tmntaucompetition ! :D

... ignore donnie. they're VERY excited--

[helianss]

hes just a silly guy covered in blood :3

graahhh doodle dump !!!!

[synth-operator]

Franky likes 'taunting', huh? Does he 'taunt' the other toilets back at base too?

"Hah! I even catch my fellow toilet dweebs here off guard too with my tauntin!"

[pinelessness]

feeling quite crazy on this fine tuesday afternoon

[eru-iru]

花が揺れている

[squirrel-art]

first round of sacrifices for the Imperial Intelligence Diversity Campaign, go!

in order: @sealeneee‘s Schixar, @zhakyria‘s Kahl’ryn, @eorzeashan‘s Orradiz/Cipher Eight (ft. Cool Sword), and @tinynaught 's Paldaem.

thank you for letting me draw your OCs!

if you reached out and you do not see your agent, don’t worry - they’ll be coming in the next batch <3

[absurdumsid]

clicky stop being so horrid at words people will misunderstand youuuu

[k1rameki]

smooches <33 the brainrot never dies im so obsessed w these two mwhehehehehheeh,,

plus some bonus doodles under the cut!! >:D

[arlilhal]

die

[that-gay-gal]

Teehee

I’m sorry I’ll never say that again-

Anyway I drew the tortugas playing tic-tac-toe on Donnie’s big forehead

They are so hard to draw I feel like I’m losing brain cells each time I draw them (in a good way tho) but I love them so I will continue to suffer

Anyway hope you like my drawing byeee

[lov4hgirl]

Plane did say that she might vlog her Taiwan trip on her cameo!

GAGGGGG oh my gosh, i didn't know that!!!! mother jane let this be true EEEEK!!! im so down for it and hopefully she really does. the mere thought of seeing her pretty face and hearing her talk is enough to make me sit. imagine if she'd done it on her first time in asia, i'd watch it religiously up to this day

[h-a-unted]

Me, loses a redhead in S3: : (

Me, sees a redhead in S4: : )

[dumbass-bee]

while im having this brainrot i wanna point out sideswipes goofyass mug for the 20th time

[baeshijima]

….

in my defense, i just like the childhood friends to lovers trope with ayato.

haha.

[wistrearchived]

@deadupon sent: "kira, my love--" his voice is sultry and smooth, a hand coming to rest at the small of her back, then snaking to move along her hip. all the while, the other clasps both of their hands together so softly, tenderly; with far too much care that sparks from the finger tips. if he had a heart that beats, there would be a fear of bursting out of his chest. "i must admit, it's been awhile since i've properly done this but with you, i can't quite resist. may i request a dance from you?"

there is much still lost to your fragmentary mind : it was a haunting thing to the witch, that the idea of nothing spoke so loudly, that there is uncertainty laced in something as simple as knowing if your name truly was kira. it remains in contrast to the more terrifying thought of being called nothing more than a manifestation of a slaughter that plagues. oh, but you know that there are certain things that remain ever clear amidst the malady inflicted 'pon you. your mind has forgotten while your heart has since learned: that the pale elf speaks your name in a way that makes you smile, and that dancing with him is a dream amidst the terrors of slumber. kira likes to dance, that she certainly knew. it is like an echo, the way she knows how to sway and step with a certain grace only the battlefield has ever served as the stage for. perhaps this was proof, that something gentle could exist amidst the debt that weighs heavy 'pon her soul.

she sways, like the blossoms of wisteria blown by the wind as they try to reach the ground, and the wooden cup of wine [ crystal was much too fragile to be kept in supply packs, after all ] that remained in the grip of her hand was not to blame. the bard was singing somewhere, a love ballad no doubt he'd have saved for the late - night performances at hell's bells wherein lovers would find romanticism in moderately priced wine and the glow of candlelight flickering to embers. the strumming of the bard's lyre echoes throughout the encampment along with his sonorous voice, and kira was certain that bellamy would have been overjoyed to know that his songs were used for such a romantic scene painted 'pon this very canvas.

the wine cup in her hand floats away as she releases her grip on it, some wordless act of magic that causes it to find itself a perch, no doubt. and how the moon would smile 'pon the star, as she takes but a half step closer as she feels his palm 'pon her hip. while one of her hand remains within his own grasp for safe keeping, her free hand comes to rest at the side of his neck gently. for once, she does not twitch to dig a sharpened nail into his jugular, as if the urges are not nearly a whisper in comparison to her thrumming heart. instead, her thumb gently caresses his jaw, with nothing but adoration.

❛  astarion, my heart,       ❜  kira addresses him in return to the endearment he attaches to her own name. ❛    i'd be honored to dance with you. there is one i remember, i think ... vague as the memory is, if you'd indulge me in following a witch's slow steps as she learns how to, again?    ❜

and there was no one else she'd rather share the moment with. it begins slowly, as she attempts to lead. a gentle sway, steps with lingering hesitance as the sorcerer attemps to remember: the pattern by which her feet move, entanglement of a partner along with a spin, and finding yourself closer to your lover as you return after a twirl. even when her fingers nearly brush away from his, she returns a moment after, with a gentle laugh that escapes her as she finds herself against his chest after an admittedly clumsy half - spin. and then, once again, a hand 'pon the hip and the other within their beloved's palm. it begins to feel more natural as they go along, and it makes kira smile. ❛    perhaps it is simply to be blamed on the wonderful company, but you make it feel as though dancing in the upper city would never compare to a waltz by the campfire with you.      ❜  she spoke with mirth in every syllable, lavender hues meeting startling crimson. ❛     in my mind, you are not the first person i've danced with ... i could have danced a hundred waltzes for all i know, but i am entirely certain that you are the first to be kept in my heart. you'll have to save at least one of your dances for me every time, now, my heart.     ❜