hate my clothes


Jesper Fahey, sharpshooter… and peak bi fashion disaster.

I am so. SO sorry. My roommate seemed to think he looks snazzy, but that was before I made his pants argyle. I’m so proud of the pearl handles on his pistols and those ridiculous little birds on his lapels, though. also his ascot is tied in a barrel knot did you see what I did there

30hrs in Photoshop, no paper sketch.

Inej | Kaz | Nina | Wylan | Kuwei | Matthias | Dunyasha

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When Dorian stays up till late to study and Lavellan doesn’t care anymore where he falls asleep


He’s always gotta break my heart.

Based on recent episode and done during yesterday’s livestream.

dogs after u give them a bath: happy. joyful. zoom around the house. jump on couches, flop around, tackle you. even 12 year old dogs become puppies again after a bath.

cats after you give them a bath: despise you, act like you’ve personally wronged them and that the bath was an attempt on their life. sleep w/ one eye open.

Here is my commission from @gabriel-fucking-agreste​! This was so much fun to do! I’m super thankful that I got to do this incredibly cute prompt. Ugh they’re so precious!

Commissions are still open!

02. we don’t talk anymore

Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff, BestFriends!AU, Artist!Jeon

Ever since he had seen you play the piano for your music class, he’d been inspired by the complete look of tranquility that conquered your features as your fingered danced across the keyboard. He had made that tranquility his soul purpose of drawing. He dreamt of capturing that expression and gifting it to you.

Late nights, he was used to.

Sleepless nights, he was also used to.

But missing you was something he was not.  

These feelings were something completely foreign to him. As Jungkook tossed and turned every night, thoughts of you with him invaded his mind suffocating him. As he sat in his bedroom alone, his eyes frantically searched the room desperately trying to find traces of you. However, his effort was pathetic, it had been months since you’d been in here. Months since you’d seen him and months since he’d seen you. One would say he could always browse your Instagram or Facebook to see you but that was his biggest dread. Fear gripped him by the throat at the thought of stumbling upon a picture of you with him on any of his social networks. 

Jungkook glanced at his alarm clock, the glowing numbers letting him know it was just past 3am. The ungodly hour, you would call it. He smirked to himself remembering how you’d told him this was Satan’s time to lurk and if he was ever up he should go straight back to sleep or call you so you could sing him back to sleep. However, that never happened. It was always him who would sing you to sleep then he’d fall asleep himself to the sound of your soft breaths, wishing he was holding on to you instead of the electronic device.

He glanced at his phone which rested on his bedside table. It had been untouched and utterly dead for days. No one contacted him after you and he didn’t want to contact anyone but you. You were—are his everything. He reluctantly plugged his phone into the charging port. He should probably contact his family, let them know at least through text that was he was fine. His family were used to silence from him, he was an artist. When he was inspired, he would spend weeks attempting to finish his work in complete seclusion, all distracts turned off or turned away. Everyone was evicted from his work space, except you.

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