#dazey will do

[agentsketchbook]

More draws! I gave Blackery a nose based on a friend’s suggestion and I think it shall be canon :)

Pigeon Wing developments too. He wrote lots of poetry and journals that he kept secret until his passing, when Hansa was allowed by his family to look through it all. He found that Pigeon wrote a great deal about him. I think what is sad is that Wing also was looking forward to being an uncle to baby Thistle, but his time in doing so was so short lived that she doesn’t remember him.

Naked Sunshine also :3

[radioactive-dazey]

Thank you sanders sides artists, cosplayers, and fic writers for doing what you do to keep the fandom alive

[2leggedshark]

I can't draw kisses. Anyways.

[sirithesilly]

"I'm gay"

"I'm straight"

Well I'm all alone in my bedroom with the lights turned down and my roommate gone I know it's over still I cling on cause I'm my own right-hand man and I don't need anyone but sometimes I miss your stupid face and your taste and your smoking gun

[malk-with-tea]

James Deen we were rooting for you

[dazeymazey]

[ id: lineless art of a curly-haired anthro sheep, with angel wings and a cracked halo above her head, shown nude except for glasses, hoop earrings, and a choker. she's sitting hunched over with most of her back to the viewer, looking off to the side with a teary woeful expression; there's a single teardrop falling down her face. the image is colored using an 8 color palette consisting of shades of blue, pink, and beige. the background is a blue square, with a multicolored circular shape behind her head. end id ]

oc-tober day nineteen - PALETTE !!

boo hoo hoo.. it's fun working with limited palettes i should do it more often

[beanzboozle]

INTROOOOOOOO OR SOMETHING YEAHHHHHHHHHH

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Idk if this is a good intro or something

Idk I don’t I don’t

Yeah

I uhhh I also like rarepairs and stuff but I feel like that isn’t important idk 😿 Oh yeah this is innacurate now

[xxxfrankengorlxxx]

my fist song tee hee

(hopefully more soon)

[x-ladydisdain-x]

Yk it’s bad when you’re listening to a song and you go oh yeah if we dated and then broke up this song would really resonate with me

[ittybittybumblebee]

i need 2 get some fat n hair on me. i need 2 look hotter. sick of feeling so small and ill looking theres nothing to me man it feels bad i need to fix that i need to be comfortable in my body

[radioactive-dazey]

Will never not be angry about the fact my fine point sharpies are dried out already when I LITERALLY JUST BOUGHT THEM but my 7 year old fine liner artist pen STILL WORKS

[somecrustypunk]

✨️When you get this ask you have to put 5 songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positive vibes are cool)🎶

Woooo thnx for the ask

Suburban home, descendants

Soup is good food, dead kennedys

No, subhumans

Double dare ya, bikini kill

James Dean you let us down, dazey and the scouts

Ngl I'll end up asking this to max five ppl over the next two weeks. Maybe I'll even make a half assed attempt to post, who knows

[wind-up-boy-toy]

I like wet by dazed and the scouts because it helped me with my weird feelings about sex and gender, it’s loud and desperate and crude and pathetic and about how you want be sexy but don’t feel sexy and it feels pathetic to not feel horny and just feel like crying. Sure it’s about a relationship but it the feelings associated with that broken relationship that I relate to

[radioactive-dazey]

Brinjal, Perry wink, bublgum, not so healthy grass... throw some half joking and non romantic tidepool in there and that's me 😎

finally made my own version of this!! peace and love and friendship edition :3

challenge mode is not sending literally all of them to everyone

[weirdnerdygoat]

yk the feeling when you just hit your head repeatedly to shut out The Thoughts?

[rahbid]

TARGET   :    PORTGAS, ACE D. LOCATION   :   @flambace​​ ASSIGNMENT   :   ASSORTED DIALOGUE PROMPTS. ENCRYPTED   :   ❝ you know that you can always call me when you need me. ❞

        what a strange thing to say - when has she ever needed anyone? no, never. she’s always been fine on her own, hasn’t she? her lavender gaze affixes to him, alight with a strange, feline curiosity. there is blood dripping from her face, more than expected for her minimal wounds, even as her body works to seal them much faster than most others could.

          no, she doesn’t need help. she doesn’t need anyone - but he is cleaning the blood from her soft face so gently and his body radiates a warmth that makes her almost sleepy with relaxation. she doesn’t need him - but can she want him? is that allowed, acceptable for her? who gets to decide what she can or cannot have any longer? she isn’t sure.

        words fail her for no one has ever said such a thing to her. everyone else in her life has known her as independent and dependable, never thought to tell her to call, to seek them out when she needed someone. instead, she merely shoves her bloodied face into the palm of his hand, lavender of her eyes hidden away behind her lid and a loud purring rising from her throat.