scribblings signing

“RED CARD FOR AINO FOR ALSO VIOLATING THE NO MEMES IN THE HOUSE RULE”

she was GETTING THERE she was going to do a bit involving “bi the way…” (or possibly “gettin’ bi with a little help from a friend” either way it would have been a BRILLIANT PUN THAT DEFINITELY NO ONE HAS EVER THOUGHT OF BEFORE)

Just read @discworldtour ’s amazing fanfiction about Rincewind being the male witch and I’m in love with the idea!

The Maiden, the Mother, the Male and…the other one

P.S. More fanart in October, when I’ll come back

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I love this bean to death but I had to draw so many hands I feel like screaming. 

Design by @caezsucksdangs 

First DR Characters as Unique Aesthetics:

Makoto Naegi:

Calm nature, rain droplets, the smell of a woodstove burning in winter, dewdrops, a breeze over a rolling meadow, sephia photography, 

Kyoko Kirigiri:

Fog falling upon a valley, looking down the train tracks, abandoned and run-down homes, lavender pastels, braided hair, leather gloves, creaky floorboards, 

Aoi Asahina:

Water ripples, pastel sweets, muscled bodies, snapchat filters, underwater photography, varsity jackets, feather earrings, 

Byakuya Togami:

Modern architecture, cursive handwriting, porcelain skin, antique coins, paperwork strewn over an executive desk, secret love notes hidden away, 

Yasuhiro Hagakure:

Cracked glass, smooth stones lying in a wicker basket, neon signs, dreadlocks, tarot cards, opalite, rainbows cast through translucent glass, black lace, dreamcatchers, neatly written notes, 

Sakura Oogami:

Bruises as they lighten to yellow, fresh bindings, fallen cherry blossoms, water swept beneath a bridge, disturbed dust upon a surface, sweat upon skin, 

Hifumi Yamada:

Pastel hair, seifukus, pigtails, winged humans, manga clips, grid patterns, sketch art, pink chocolate, striped drinking straws, starry eyes, 

Mondo Owada:

Pristine motorcycles, long coats, greaser hair, cigarette smoke, drive-in theatres, baggy pants, make out movie scenes, scribbled out road signs, scars, fogged car windows, 

Celestia Ludenberg:

Spiral staircases, skin out from beneath foggy rose water, stiletto nails, checkered tiles, antique bottles, portrait lockets, Goth clothing, dark lips, dried blood, velvet dresses, 

Junko Enoshima:

Glitter hair roots, hair bows, ribbons, blue eyes, long lashes, crowns, chokers, magazine clips, rotary phones, miniskirts, plaid, corsages, heart boxes of chocolates, 

Mukuro Ikusaba:

Exposed tattoos, sleek guns, engraved daggers, freckled faces, mirror images, foggy lakes, grey skies, murky water, bloody noses, combat boots, baggy sweaters, 

Kyotaka Ishimaru:

Button-ups, lace-up boots, stark white hair, scarlet irises, empty hallways, hanging banners, dawn light through the window, jackets coated in badges, chalk drawings on the sidewalk, 

Chihiro Fujisaki:

Clean desktops, typography, fractals, equations on grid paper, tears of joy, stripes, the shade beneath the trees, organized folders on a computer, long embraces, plants grown between the keyboard, neat and tidy wires, 

Toko Fukawa:

Ink blots, vintage books, attics, leather and lace garters, lipstick hidden on a man’s collar, satin sheets, handcuffs, typewriters, dominance and submissiveness, 

Sayaka Maizono:

Pastel pink, strawberry milk, porcelain tea cups, city skylines, stage lights, glitter dust, makeup brushes, selfies, cat-ear headbands, swishing skirts, 

Leon Kuwata:

Bold eyeliner, studs for piercings, stuck out tongues, exposed skin, ripped jeans, tattoo sleeves, French kissing, bitten lips, messy apartments, smokey eyes, dramatic stages, 

don't compare yourself with other artists

don’t compare yourself with other artists.

it will destroy completely 

your self esteem and confidence 

and also you could chip 

the splendid freedom and madness

of your heart and brain. 

If you search deep enough in your soul

you’ll realize you’re unique and special 

and extremely talented and beautiful. 

I don’t have enough ideas and words

to tell you how much I respect you and love you.

This scribble is a sign of devotion dedicated

to all my fellow friends artists scholars and poets. 

I make a bow and take my hat off in front of all the authors.

Really love you guys :)

“Why the fuck are you always here?” Bakugou, resident grump employee at the boba shop with the half-assed uniform, asks.

“I like your balls,” Kirishima responds around chewy tapioca pearls, wondering how Bakugou still hasn’t realized he’s come by the shop for two weeks straight after the gym and gave up his protein shakes just to see him.

“Then—fucking tip me,” Bakugou splutters for lack of better words and aggressively points at the tip jar before storming off red-faced.

Kirishima laughs fondly at the cute outburst and drops in a dollar alongside his receipt with his number scribbled on the back, signed from the guy who likes his balls.