Imagine cuddling with Woozi on a cold, rainy morning while you two are still in bed. Your head is gently resting on his chest and your arms lightly circled around his waist. Woozi on the other hand, has his head leaning on top of yours with one of his arm on your shoulder, pulling you close to him.
Ok I’m so pissed right now. I’m sorry, I try to keep this blog only nice amedot (although this does involve amedot) but I’m just so mad right now. I just spent the past 4 hours writing a drabble ask about amedot and when I had about 6 more lines of dialogue the page reloaded and I don’t know what to do. Can someone please explain how to get my post back?
the first image is with no references, just speed sketching. i spent maybe 10-15 minutes on it max. the second image is after 13 iterations and a few quickly found reference photos. ~30 additional minutes.
I’m far from done with this piece before i begin painting it but like..holy crap that difference tho
I wanted to apologise for the small hiatus that I’ve been on these past few months. The reason for my break is because…I’VE GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL!!! I still have a few bits of work that I need to submit and a few more lessons that I need to attend for certain courses but yeah, I should be back soon <3
Hear me out: Tsumugi is incredibly introverted but also super gay. She never got out before. She stayed inside to work on cosplay and watch her favorite shows and read her favorite books. For whatever reason she gets thrown into the prison. Holy shit. All these cute girls, living and breathing right next to her. Tsumugi dies. It's too much for her anxious, gay heart. Maybe jail time isn't so bad.
Maybe she was fully aware of what she was doing. She has a Sneaky Face, in my opinion. Maybe she went out of her way, trying to get herself in the slammer, but failing repeatedly until she finally made it. All so she could score some Sweet Ass.
Hi my name is Rhys and I have chestnut brown that reaches my neck and dramatic mismatchedeyes like the strangest recesses of the internet and a lot of people tell me I look like Handsome Jack (AN: if u don’t know who they are get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Reese’s Pieces but I wish I was because they’re a major fucking hottie. I have Playstation tan skin. I’m also a data miner, and I work at Hyperion in Helios where I’m in middle management (I’m 27). I’m a cool (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly corporate chic. I love Hyperion and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a a blue shirt with pinstripes on only the right side) and black dress pants with pinstripes on only the left side, a red tie and Hyperion vest and skag skin boots. I was wearing cybernetic arm and ECHO eye. I was walking outside the Hub of Heroism. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of accountants stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them. “Hey Rhys!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was… Handsome Jack!
Based on the infamous “MY IMMORTAL” bad if of Harry Potter fandom. Put your character in the generator then paste the description. Tag 5 or more people on whomever you wanna see be ‘My Immortalized’. B)
One of the Survivor contestants just said something to the effect of, “You know Gen Xers, we never give up,” and I honestly have never heard of that being their thing? I don’t think it is.
The millennial team annoys because they seem to blame their every foible on their age. And it’s silly, because most of you can see that one of you is making a bad social game move, so maybe it’s not a ‘milennial trait’ so much as it is this person being bad at Survivor trait.
I HAVE NO MORE SOCIAL SPOONS THIS WEEK. I don’t want to be rude but please oh please stop messaging me. I appreciate the thought but I’m being bombarded by so many people atm and I do no have the energy and I just need quiet time
When I arrived to Roissy-Charles de Gaulle I felt empty. The lasts kind words that I heard was “Good luck darling !”, by an American-Armenian who said that next time I go to Armenia I have to go to Sevan, meet his friends.
After that, all I heard was french people grumble, complain and say racial remarks. During one hour. My MP3 didn’t have battery anymore.