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Ive been trying to draw Alfredo Linguini Radahn for like... five days straight and finally am starting to get a footing... sorta... this is taking quite a few artistic liberties 🥴

another doodle hehe

AKOOO!!!!!!! THIS IS SO FRICKING AMAZING!!!!!!!! LMAO I LOVE THE EXPRESSION YOU GAVE FOR INKSY,, THIS IS SO AMAZINGLY DONEEEE❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🫶❤️❤️🫶❤️🫶🫶❤️🫶❤️🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

ISNDIWHUS FINISHED THISS💥💥

AMOUGUS AMOUGUS AMOUGUS

zero thoughts behind this just wanted to draw ocs and the song slaps💕

Ignore my fire editing skills and sry for the tags hi awesome people

@purpdrawsthings @inksyys-blog @markboyblue @doodledev1l @its-a-me-mango @hexsie @josiekatxd @mikchi8 @tiredsmashbros @strange0-0storm hihihihi hopes I didn’t forget anyone

I should look inside of myself... (Final week is hitting me hard 🤢)

I'm in love with that reference

Haven't posted here in like 4 eva, here's rung as a JRO thirst trap he posted on insta

Am i the only one thinks Pads and moony sounds like dad and mommy? XD (yeah in my country, moony were translated as : moon shadow, edgier than moony hum? so many guys saw my comic and see the name is actually moony for the first time and said it sounds like mommy…) Either way,  It must be confusing to baby harry tho :0

OH I FORGOT TO SAY: HAPPY BIRTHDAY REMUS!!!!

Endling

IM SOBBING

unconditionally

kiss the girl

inspired by the “Lockwood & Co. but make it Disney” prompts from last spring.

“I know nothing with any certainty but the sight of the stars makes me dream.” –Vincent Van Gogh 

Fun little fact. It takes anywhere from five to six layers of dye and paint to achieve the star patterns on my adventure gear. ⭐

I’ve been thinking of doing a time-lapse of the process  if people would be interested in seeing something like that?

Wishing you all a splendid Saturday, and a wonderful weekend. :)

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you can make it all go away

and if i kms then what

The Last Days of Judas Iscariot, Play by Stephen Adly Guirgis

helaena - moon

aegon - sun

aegon & helaena - sun & moon

old money, old soul

༄ you loved him in a different lifetime; and your soul yearns for him.

༄ modern aegon ii targaryen x reader

was it possible there was a lifetime where you'd loved so dearly; felt the tender brush of his hands on your skin as he touches upon you, basked in his reverent gaze, brimming with so much awe and wonder that you could almost taste it on your lips?

it wasn't the first time you'd woke with a start— clutching a hand to your chest as short, gasps of breath leaves you, a feeling of emptiness and hurt overwhelming all sense of reason as you mourn for the silver haired man in your dreams.

he was so beautiful yet so melancholy. a boy, barely a man in your earliest dreams, yet his eyes were devastating in it's sadness. oh, but he was all the same yours. you held him in your arms as he wept in his grievance of being unloved, of the circumstances which he was born into.. he would tell you his fears, and you would soothe him with the gentlest hand he's had all his life. you would tell him you love him dearly, and he would know you meant every word because you had the same heart.

you were his reprieve. his world kept in soltitude, free from the intrigues of the court and his family that were bent in taking everything good in his life. no crown, or titles, or coin could ever compare to you. you held his world in your tiny hands, and his entire being; every good that were left in him was in you.

in your little home, he was no prince. he talked of his interests with the outmost heart. he laughed freely, with his head thrown back, with a genuine and free spirit, without all the burdens of his mother's expectations and without the fear of being hunted down and chased for his claim. in your home, he was not unloved. he was adored, and praised. he was comforted and held like he deserved.

he loved you. passionately. with his whole heart. he uttered promises of his devotion to your skin, building you up in the most sinful way possible, until you were melting in his arms... he adored you so. aegon adored you so.

that ache in your chest festers like a untreated wound; oh aegon. your sweet love, who would beg for you to never leave him. to never part with him, mouth full of your name in his breathy, pleading gasps. only in this dream, his eyes were filled with nothing but tears, his devastation plain as a day as he held you in his shaking arms, crying out your promises to one another. refusing to believe you'd part from him.

as everything good in his life, they'd found you. those who wish to harm him were countless, but he cared little about anything to warrant a reaction so visceral, he declared himself king to avenge you.

the maiden in the forest.

he was unwilling. so unwilling that he refused to believe you'd never come back to him. so unwilling that he heaves, struggles to breath as he pressed his cheek into your pale face, undeterred by all the blood, "promise me we will never part." his voice was low, different from the many times before but altogether, the same. "tell me we would never part, my love. tell me." he begs.

"we would never part." you vow, cupping his cheek, your touch was fleeting, "i shall find you in every life time." you whisper, fingers curling around his silver strands with meager strength.

"i will have only you..."

you peel back the covers, padding your way into the bathroom. in your reflection, it was evident that you had woke crying, your eyes were swollen and red from the dreams. or were they memories? could you even differentiate from memories and your real life anymore? were you so... lonely that you'd taken into dreaming for a man who's devotion to you transcends lifetimes?

you were unsure. but you'd wandered into the kitchen, many times that month, staring blankly at nothing in particular, hoping the yearning leaves.

"are you sure you're okay?" the soft, worried voice came from behind you, and you looked back to see your dear friend in the dim light of the kitchen, looking incredibly worried. "are the dreams still bothering you?" helaena places a hand on your shoulder.

you shrug your shoulders, "they don't bother me, ena."

"yet you sit at our kitchen, depressed beyond reason everytime." she respond, playfully. "we need a new routine." helaena tuts.

"you're not about to drag me into your lavish summer home." you warn, glimpsing the mischievous light in her eyes. she'd often clamored for you to join her and her family's summers in a sunny villa somewhere in italy.

so you've heard there's never a dull moment, with several children from her father's marriages, and general family affairs. helaena was as mild mannered as they could come, but even she comes back from summers spent with the rest of her family smoking to ease some tension. you'd held her drunk ass up enough times to know her family spelled nothing but chaos.

"oh, i'm about to do exactly that." helaena nods, grabbing onto your arm with a grip that has your reeling.

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Adaptation of Blue Sky, written by @waffleguppies

my piece for the History is Full of Wars zine!

As Sleeping Amber

Fandom: Phantom Of The Opera 

Characters: regressor!Erik/caring!Chrstine 

Words: 1,100

Summary: Erik wakes up regressed from a nightmare, and Christine is there to comfort him. 

Warnings: nonsexual nudity, trauma (related to abandonment), Christine and Erik are married, religious imagery, passing references to their first meeting (and therefore their age difference). 

Notes: Title is from Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet LXXXI. This fic draws from both the musical and the book, in a bit of a chaotic mix! 

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Also getting in my feelings a bit, may the leopards not go hungry.

Sticker available.

Agent Mit

I decided to draw myself, but cool (it must be Saiki Kusuo influence). Dunno if it’s exactly cool, but it’s a “me” that does radical things from some kind of movie.

First, I thought about giving myself powers, but I don’t think I’d be someone to have a visible power, it’d be something psychological, so not fun to draw.

Second, mystical creatures. The one that kinda matches my vibe is werewolf, but it’s hard to draw and they’re not pretty (excuse me, I like to draw myself pretty).

Then I thought about fights. I’m not someone who likes to move a lot, so swords are off. I probably should have draw a sniper, but again, it’s hard to draw (❤️) and when I thought about the sniper, I already had drew the pose, so I wasn’t redoing it.

I dunno how someone lazy like me manages to be productive. (I recorded my video and it’s nice💞)

Huevember day 6: Ghost 🧠

Idk why I'm re-blogging this but it's so pretty, I can't help myself.

Sky addiction

More MS Paint art :]

Progress photos below!!!

OMG OMG OMG OMG SNEKC OUHH SNECK SNECK SNEK💕💕💕💕💕💕💔💔💔💔💔POOKIE OUHH HE SO💔💔

Vogue Snek!

I think this picture was waiting inside of me for a chance to be free because this came together so fast

The snake's name is Sakura and he loves her very much~♡

Picture on its own under the cut

Loki season 2 premiered a year ago today 💚

Ghost city

running out of room on my figure shelf so falin is now being guarded by the train twins