Oooh, can you draw Jey Uso? Pretty please? 🥺
Ohhhh, go on then, since you asked so nicely 😊
Photo reference (it was hard to choose just one photo of him to draw, he is an insanely attractive man!)
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I had to! Here’s an illustration tribute to your new AEW Women’s Champion Hikaru Shida. Here’s for a long and fun reign! #aewfanart
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This has been a work in progress since late May. I’m proud of it.
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Ya boi is hurting after the holiday and my husband doesn't get paid again until the middle of January
So I am doing a flash sale for the next 2 days
All bust portraits 10$
Half portraits for 15$
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Been playing around with my watercolor paints and used it on this drawing I did of Ace Austin’s card~ I hate that you can’t tell that the card was painted with pearlescent / shimmery paints.
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I made this drawing of LA Knight ! I still need some practice but i'm still happy for finishing it . I love LA Knight so much ! YEAH ! ❤️
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Love that Danhausen, or be cursed. Surely the curse is the worst outcome, right
Right
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One-page comic adaptation of from the mountaintop i took down the sun, Chapter 1, by the illustrious @secretcatboi! Original text (with some additional context)
Darby flicks his fingers, heedless of the glass of water at his elbow, and clicks his tongue. "Like a light switch. Everything went dark. I thought I was dead. When I woke up, I couldn't feel anything."
"Anything?" Punk asks, reaches over and pulls the glass away from him, and the coffee cup for good measure. He's noticed Darby doesn't think about these things, and while Punk wouldn't say he's necessarily afraid of knocking over a glass, he imagines the same sentiment drives both blind terror and mild public shame, so it makes sense in a way that that wouldn't ping Darby's register. "Thought it was just fear."
Darby drags his glass back and sneers at Punk about it, but slides it somewhere it won't get knocked over, then shrugs and takes a bite of his burger, chewing while he stares out the window.
Punk had ended up driving them to a diner after the show, both of them too wired to head back to the hotel, too tired to get a head start towards home, and definitely uninterested in going to a bar to hang out and watch their coworkers get drunk and Hangman get melancholy. It was the kind of middle-of-nowhere place where you could ask hard questions, or give hard answers, a place that had the vague familiarity of home but that could be left behind if needed.
"I think," Darby says after he's finished his burger, "that fear is… the root of everything. And when you can't feel it, it makes everything else further away. You have to reach to feel, and I didn't know how to do that. So yeah. I didn't feel anything."
"And now?"
Darby looks at him with those clear eyes. "You tell me."
Punk huffs. "I'm not a fan of knowing like that."
"Yeah." Punk isn't sure what the quirk of Darby's mouth indicates - approval, maybe disappointment. He knows he could know that too, but that's the point - it's not on him to find out. There's value in staying dark on some things
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