Today happens to be @pc-doodle | @monofell-au ‘s birthday so I decided to draw them a picture <3 I hope you’ve been having a wonderful day Doodle! You’re a wonderful friend–thank you so much for messaging me back that day!
Fancied up a tiny bit in GIMP. I’ll add the original sketch under the cut although it’s pretty much the same just minus the colors and the wreath.
art trade for @kawaiibasuradraws!!! I absolutely adore their art and could not pass up a chance to have them draw me and my favourite shituplet, and I’m honoured I got to do the same for them. I feel bad that I didn’t finish my half until a week after they posted theirs… which I’m not gonna link to directly because it’s extremely n.s.f.w, but if you’re over 18 and comfortable with that stuff, I recommend you seek it out on their blog because it completely exceeded my expectations, lemme tell ya
to make up for taking so long here’s a bonus sketch from when I was still working out the poses:
Anyway, this is the biggest digital thing I’ve done…uh…ever? And it only took maybe a few days? Which surprised me? Thanks to peeps for being super supportive and putting up with my badgering while working on it tho!
…oddly enough despite having finished it…all of a sudden I’m filled with ideas for more? What is this nonsense. I’m not supposed to know what to draw D:
“It is just one photo, Will.”
“What if it gets out? The FBI could see it, one of Freddie’s readers could see it. It’s too risky.”
“You just signed papers declaring that you belong to me for as long as we both shall live, I feel today is the day to break a few rules.”
“Technically, Thomas and Edward are the ones who swore their lives to each other.”
“Don’t forget, you signed the same papers, Hannibal. You are just as much mine as I am yours.”
“I also remember us both promising much more than just our living days to each other. Not even death may part us. We are conjoined as one beast in two bodies.”
“They will never separate us, I’ll always find my way back to you.”
“So may we take the photo?”
“I’m adorable,” Darcy says. She’s balancing a pine branch on her head as they head down the trail.
“I’m not arguing that.”
“I can hear a but coming. Other than your glorious ass on the trail.”
“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Steve snorts holding a branch aside for Darcy to pass beside him.
“My back still hurts.”
“I said I was sorry?”
“No you promised me a real bed and a bubble bath and not a campground on the side of the road filled with the great unwashed and an a gaggle of twelve year old perverts.”
“They were a family.”
“They weren’t ogling your tits.”
“The mother wouldn’t take her eyes off my ass.”
“Well it is a beautiful specimen.”
“It’s all done with mirrors, you know.”
The trail through the woods leads around a sharp corner and the view between the trees shows a little cabin. Or to Darcy’s thinking the ass end of some sort of serial killer’s outhouse. “I am not really seeing the glamour in this glamping thing,” Darcy frowns.
“It’s a roof and a bed,” Steve says, biting the inside of his lip. He digs the key out of his pocket.
“Did we take the wrong path?” Darcy asks shifting her backpack strap for the millionth time. “Damn no signal here.” Darcy frowns lifting her iPhone above her head.
“Did you really think there would be?”
“All I know is you promised me a bubble bath and if there isn’t there will be dire consequence for the lack of comfort and wifi.”
“I’m a man of my word,” Steve says. He the key in the lock. It fits and the door opens to a warmly lit room. One wall is completely made from old glass windows. Several windows overlooking a tiny little brook are open, keeping the place from turning into a greenhouse despite the brisk autumn breeze.
“Liar…oooh…oh it’s so cute. And there is a bathtub.”
“You like it?”
“It’ll do, one you run me a bath.”
“Any other orders?”
“Bath first, then we shall see what else you can do for me.”
KYLO REN AS STAR WARS CALIBORN IS THE /PERFECT/ ANALOGY thank you kat
*scribbling furiously* HERE IS A PICTuRE. OF MY STuNNING VICTORY OVER THE SAND BITCH. AND HER DOuGHTY CREW OF uSELESS COMPATRIOTS. WHO I WILL CALL JACKET MAN. LOuD FuRRY. AND uSELESS DAD. WHO I TRAGICALLY LOST IN A CALLOuS YET BADASS ACT OF MuRDER, COMMITTED BY ME. WHICH WAS NOT IN FACT, THE REASON WHY HE WAS SO TERRIBLE. BuT IN FACT WAS AN IMPROVEMENT, ALL THINGS CONSIDERED. THANKS, *DAD*. REST IN PIECES!!!!