Also!! Sketch Dump :D!!

If you're an artist reblog this so i can say how your art tastes and feels like in your ask box

feel free to tag artists

Just pure 👌 delicious

Oh no… don’t beat them up, please! 🫣

Did some fire eyeliner [I think?] today except I don't wanna face reveal so you get some shoddy sketch I did to remake it

Also doodle from during dnd

Might draw Tea in the dress they wore during today's session lol

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Can you blame me??

@kickbutts-singsongs @nooneimportant2467

Found this on Twitter, so I thought, why not posting it here and doing a tag game 😊

Ok, I’ll go first

If he is the reason, I’d go to prison gladly 🥰❤️‍🔥

Tagging: @killerqueen-ofwillowgreen @nic-214 @milkyway-ashes @dr-radiation @whitequeen-ofwillowgreen @sunsetdaydreamer @therockywhorerpictureshow @delicatelyfantasticninja and everyone 😊

Sorry if I forgot to tag some of you!

Everyone clap for non consensual body modification everybody loves a character whose body has been altered against their will

I don't see anything entirely wrong with that

My pro hero smash or pass list

@number-2-hero-hawks

@erasurehead-rp

@an-honest-endeavor

please do not ask about this

Go off king, get those half-awake doodles [I'm talking to myself]

Oh gods I have so many lmao

He mightttttttve been my gay awakening...

@arunoy @kk-cats @nooneimportant2467 @kickbutts-singsongs +anyone else who wants to join

HEAR ME OUT CAKE TAG GAME

Lemme start this chaos

....Do I need to explain??

Poseidon design: Neal illustrator

Tag your moots

@pennyroyald @apollos-dodgeball-target @twomanyfandomshelp @a-fucking-tornado + anyone else who wants to join! Have fun 💗

I'll just be chilling and laughing about something then suddenly my voice is the grossest thing I've ever heard, my chest is too big, my words are too mixed. The walls are too tight and air isn't right and I'm doing... nothing to stop it. I sit and I stare and I am for once silent. The people around me do not question, as silence from such a noisy creature is rare and peaceful. Yet does the silence kill the lamb, blood trickles down your arm as a stream trickles water, and nothing makes sense in the end. You read this for what? You breathe for what? You continue this scrappy life of passing through the world, there but not. Aware but not. Conscious but not. Hopeful but not. You are you. I am me. Or must I be? Are we to be? Are you me? Am I you? Who is to say? Who is to blame? What is to blame? You spiral farther and farther and deeper and lower and the endless seam cracks and breaks and you're confused but you don't dare call out, not to the void. Not to such a precious thing. Cherished pain and fragmented memories and pointless words that scream nothing with wishes to speak of something, anything, so much more than this mess.

Because art is an expression, and nothing is real. If everything is made up, how are we to feel?

They say to count your days and keep your blessings close

Or was it the other way, where nothing is to cope?

Because you read this and wonder if there's even a point, a message

So, I'll be straight here- I think I want to end this