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Matt insisted on putting the glow in the dark stars up. :)

Decided to learn how to draw proper chibis today, so I made a draw the squad thing. Hope I did ok. If you use it I’d love to be tagged in it so I can see your awesome work!~ 

3, 2, and 1 chibi versions under the cut! all are transparent! feel free to cut my sig out, just please don’t claim ownership of the drawing. reblogs > reposts, of the base alone I mean.

Go to town ^~^

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There’s plantea to go around 

anonymous asked:

I feel like a copying bitch because I'm just trying to draw like your drawing style (ik I am) since it's admirable?? From the gods?? But I know I should find my own drawing style, I know, I know, but the question is,,,,HOW THE FUCKING FUCK DO YOU GET YOUR OWN FUCKING FUCKERY DRAWING STYLE LIKE F U C K U MY HANDS AREN'T THAT BLESSED I JUST COPY (with consent~ consent is e v e r y t h i n g) yes I'm high on my feelings

uhhh but i didn’t give consent for my style to be copied…. also please don’t say that i was born with gifted hands. it’s annoying to artists like me who weren’t good from the start.

i was only born with a burning passion for drawing and improving, which was what carried me through all these years.

i practice and suffer and battle with the thought of giving up everyday. this ask is disrespectful because you overlooked my years of practice and effort and you’re basically telling me that you’d rather hitchhike on my hard fought achievements than progress organically like everyone else, just so you know.

a requiem beyond the shore

Originally posted by k-popsquad

pairing: jimin x reader
genre: angst, fluff, dream!jimin
word count: 10,727
summary: you fall in love with the boy who is only known by your dreams

a/n: hi i’m zero and i’m coming out of my cave to drop a fic


You are seven years old when you first meet him.

The sky arcs above you in all its cerulean glory, and if you were to extend your hands towards the heavens, you could pluck the clouds right off the sky. That’s exactly what you do, watching in quiet awe as the white diffuses in a massless haze through your fingertips, crystallizing into tiny diamonds that soundlessly fall to the ground.

The boy stands alone by the shore, waves of transparent greens and blues rushing up just far enough to nip at his bare ankles before receding back into the ocean. He barely contrasts against the pale background, bright strands of pink hair billowing softly in the wind. The water is quiet, grounded against the horizon as it stirs lazily back and forth, and without the boy’s motionless form to focus the scenery, the salty breeze would surely have carried the white dunes across the sea to be forgotten.

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Why is blood red?

There is a scientific answer, but it is a cold one.
Cold like ice. Hard like steel. Unfeeling.
It reflects nothing of the blood itself.

Blood, which is —
Warm, like fire. Fluid, like water.
Red, like anger. Passion. Fury. Love.

Emotion.

Yes, that is why.
It is the emotion of the body,
the language of the soul,
the tears of the flesh, of the heart.
For when you strike it cruelly enough,
it weeps, it cries, it burns.

A burn that screams:
‘YOU ARE ALIVE,’
and demands you stay that way.

—  in us, there is liquid fire | m.a.w