I Sketched Them...

I have finished the Masters quiz! I'll reblog with the link so this shows up in the tag

my secret to art happiness is it's not about how many notes what you draw is likely to get. t's about how many times you're going to go back to it, to your own art, and think "this FUCKS actually and caters to me entirely, specifically, fully. i love this artist (me) (me who i drew this) (myself)"

Have you ever considered Oberon as Viego (either normal or skin)

WELLL~ It's an old art but I wasn't normal at all when I made the connection--

Drawpile clowns and a robot.

GREASE (1978) dir. randal kleiser

“Oh my god, he’s so scary,” I say as I kick my feet up in the air and giggle like an idiot.

Olympic Shooter Kim Ye-Ji on the Cover of Re-Edition Magazine AW24 shot by Raphael Bliss & styled by Betsey Johnson

My nayme is Bird

and wen it's nyte,

a dozing man

I giev a fryte.

His weary mynde

evokes Lenore,

I play a trick,

I tap the door.

Character concept: A widely adored socialite who is so well-liked because she evidently just adores everyone right back. Not just social peers, those that outrank her and those beneath her, but everyone. She'll call every person she meets pet names, everyone is a "sweetheart" and "darling" to her, being just as interested in finding out what's troubling the heart of a random maid passing her in someone's mansion hallway as she is of the happiness and wellbeing of her own nieces.

The thing is, she's face blind as hell and also bad with names. So when she greets someone as "darling" and asks how they're doing like she's embracing a lifelong friend, there's like a 60% chance that she has no fucking clue who the hell this is and if she even knows this person at all.