#just me writing down silly thoughts

[thejestersnight]

i honestly feel like dropping my two cents on the whole playfellowxxx thing, i dunno why, but it sort of makes me feel uncomfortable in a way? knowing that welcome home has the opportunity to leave that sort of pure and whole community and to morph into something alike to every other fandom. the welcome home community is one of the nicest i’ve ever involved myself in, ever since night mind posted his first video, and i dunno, i sort of enjoyed how sweet everybody was. but now everybody has free reign to nsfw and a darker side to the community, and i dunno, makes me feel a little sad :( does it let people enjoy what they like more publicly? hell yeah! and that’s totally okay, but i feel like that constant reminder is going to lurk in the back of my mind and everybody else’s, and that sweet, wholesome content is going to morph into constant sexual stuff and it’s all people are going to focus on, completely forgetting the plot points of welcome home, the characters’ lores, etc. i don’t know, i just hope people will use the playfellowxxx tag sparingly, and it won’t become the main center point of the fandom, because we barely even know 5% of the whole story, and everybody has so much done already!! a whole thriving community, which i already wasn’t super fond of, making up plot points, etc... i don’t know, in the end? i sort of wish welcome home stayed small, although i can’t really be too mad. there’s so many wonderful artists, and i met my wonderful boyfriend through it, and there’s so much lovely content of the characters that i love. in the end? it’s a mixed bag, i don’t know how to feel about it, but i hope clown didn’t feel pressured to make the tag for the people who wanted it. i hope clown continues workshopping welcome home and doesn’t let the overbearing presence of everybody overwhelm him too much. eh, whatever, i just wanted to post my thoughts. have some barnaby doodles :) 

[hearts4lilith]

currently thinking about how tommy said that ctommy waking up underwater every day in exile was a metaphor for his mental health, and that the further and further out to sea he got and the further he was sinking the more deteriorated he became and eventually he would end up unable to resurface had they not done something about cdream.

currently thinking about how if ctommy couldn't resurface, he'd drown in his own thoughts, believing his friends and family all hated him. nobody would see the kid they once knew in him anymore. maybe he'd never be seen again at all.

currently thinking about how ctommy saw one anxious, forgetful enderman lad, roped him into a crime, and took 100% of the fall when they didn't get away with it. ctommy could have ignored the situation. he didnt have to go to ctubbo and say "it was just me, man". as cranboo said, he could have said it was all him. there was evidence it was him.

but i think that after everything, ctommy would still be unable to live with himself if it'd been cranboo in exile instead of him. on the surface, he's a child. a soldier and a veteran and a criminal, yes, but still a child.

but beneath that, he's learnt. he's decided he'd rather throw himself into trouble than let his friends go through any amount of suffering.

i think that if cranboo were to ask, "why did you do that?" ctommy would sigh, that familiar shaky sigh we all know, and he'd speak quietly in reply, "i know what some of those bastards are capable of. i'd rather go through all that than have you do it for me. plus, it wasn't your fault."

or maybe that's just me.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

fantasy au whiteboard scribbles <3

[moldy-flowers]

The interesting experience of being pro Sasuke, anti konoha, pro tobirama, anti Naruto ending, pro Sasusaku, anti Itachi, pro Sakura, anti SasuNaru, pro Tobirama×Izuna, anti Madara, pro karin, anti Orochimaru, pro Uchiha and anti Hashirama. And also as much as I hate the guy danzo was kind of hot when he was younger...

[lady-lauren]

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[mamamouches]

SAGAU except they're aware of what goes on when you go into the character menu???

Particularly when they pray as you hop onto the artifacts menu to raise em, whether is for for them, another character to which some might try to purposely mess the rolls up bc oops! looks like they can't use that now! :) guess they'll have to wait., or just to make space for more bc HOW IS YOUR ARTIFACT STORAGE FULL ARE YOU OKAY??? Σ(・∀・；)

Whenever you raise their artifacts they kinda feel bad if it rolled into the wrong subs when you raise it with them and would either apologize or say that it'll roll better on the next one, they know it will!! (it did not 😔)

That or they don't bc they felt silly and wanted to spite you so guess you gotta do a few more runs to try again teehee 😗👉👈 they eventually roll a ridiculously amazing artifact at some point, but just this once!

(or y'know the opposite where there's always this one character you always use to raise artifacts bc they always get the best rolls and best subs? yeah imagine them celebrating w you at how good the stats rolled too!!)

Kinda like how if you try to make gear in tkrb there's a chance of it shattering (therefore failing) instead of being able to create one and when that happens the character you brought with you for those will say things like "oh no, it broke! i'm so sorry :(" or "i-it's okay!! let's try again...!" or you just flat out hear sobbing noises bc your new feather low rolled all 5 into defense FLAT 😭 BASICALLY THAT YEAH

[eeblouissant]

“Am i the only one who thinks diagramming sentences is fun?”

[dailykugisaki]

Day 223 | id in alt

Maki thinking some very unsorcererly things over a piece of damn cheesecake.

(Read from right to left💥)

[good-beans]

(Fluff and crack idea) Haruka, Muu, and Yuno getting lost in the woods on a camping trip with the prisoners.

Thank you for the request, this was such a cute idea! I kept it vague whether this was a normal au or just post canon, but the thought of them all out camping together was just so sweet ;-; This combo was fun too, with Haruka bringing the heart, Muu bringing the leadership, and Yuno holding them all together with a cool head and kind words <3

“You said you knew where we were going!”

“No, Muu said, ‘follow me’…”

“That’s practically the same thing!” Yuno crossed her arms.

Though irked, she wasn’t actually nervous about being lost out here in the woods. It was still light out, and she was sure that if they just listened hard enough, they’d pick up on Fuuta’s voice back at the campsite.

Haruka, on the other hand, looked ready to keel over from fright. His face had gone completely pale at the realization. “Oh, it’s all my fault! I’m sorry… If we never went back for my water bottle… I’m sorry…”

Muu patted his shoulder. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. I’m sure we’re not even that far from the others.”

“But! But, what if we run out of food b-before we find our way again?”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“What if we n-never make it back at all?” 

“That’s not going to happen, either.”

“What if bears come – and – and they eat us?”

Muu pursed her lips. She glanced at Yuno. “Well… what if that happens?”

“There aren’t any bears around here.” She hiked up the backpack straps on her shoulders. “I promise we’re gonna be fine. Let’s just retrace our steps, okay? Plus, if we take too long, I can guarantee Kotoko will send out a whole search party~” 

She laughed, only to realize that Kotoko was the type of protective and organized camp leader to do exactly that. “Er… let’s get going…” 

Haruka grabbed onto Muu’s hand as Yuno charged ahead. He tried to look like he was being brave for her, but both girls could tell the gesture was for his own comfort, as well. 

They all scanned the area as they walked, “looking for landmarks,” and definitely not bears. 

Even with the newfound urgency, their pace stayed relaxed. Haruka took careful steps, but still ended up bumping his sneakers into every rock and root in the vicinity. Muu practically tiptoed over the dirt, careful not to get a speck of it onto her feet. She was quick to brush away any bugs that dared fly too close to her. Yuno, meanwhile, was weighed down with the group’s pack. It had caused Haruka to tip off balance too many times to make him the designated carrier, and Muu had specifically packed very little for the trip so she didn’t have to carry anything. (Yuno would have been more impressed with the show of restraint if it didn’t mean Muu ended up mooching off all of her supplies the whole time…)

At last, they returned to their original destination: a massive tree that had captivated the group’s attention earlier that morning. It stretched out with the perfect branches for scrambling up to survey the surrounding woods. It housed a variety of colorful bugs that were perfect for studying and scooping up. It stood as a stunning backdrop for social media photos, as well as a comfy spot for a nap in the shade. 

When it was discovered that Haruka had forgotten his water bottle tucked somewhere amongst its roots, Yuno and Muu agreed to retrieve it with him. They’d politely declined Shidou’s insistence that they bring the massive paper map that he and Kazui had been consulting all day. 

Flopping down for a break from the backpack’s weight, Yuno was starting to regret that decision.

“Y-Yuno-san, you look tired. I can carry that for a bit!” Haruka pointed to the bag. 

“I’m fine,” she wheezed out. “Just need a bit of water…”

“No, I’ll, um. I’ll take it. I feel bad. You wouldn’t even have been lost if… if…” He forcefully grabbed it away as she took a drink. “I got us into this mess, I’ll do my part of getting us out of it.”

“If you say so…” She was too out of breath to argue further.

“Oh my god!” Muu pointed frantically to the woods. Haruka and Yuno jumped, fully expecting to find a wild animal charging at them. Instead, Muu flashed a smile their way.

“That bush is familiar! This is definitely the way back.”

“I’m not so sure it’s a good idea to follow you after last time,” Yuno muttered. 

With a bit of insisting from Muu, and the realization that Yuno didn’t have any better ideas, they agreed to try again. 

Muu’s confidence rubbed off on Haruka as they set off – he marched in front, warning the girls of any obstacles in the path he’d already stepped on. Muu pointed out things here and there, assuring Yuno she remembered them from that morning. 

“Isn’t Muu’s memory so impressive?”

Yuno laughed lightly. “I’ll hold off on my compliments until we’re actually back.”

In the distance, Haruka called, “I think you’re impressive, Muu-san!”

The day was fresh and warm. Yuno enjoyed the comforting breeze that tickled her skin. Haruka seemed to be enjoying the sights, his gaze circling around at the foliage. Muu picked a few flowers along the way, passing them around for everyone to see. It only took one short backtrack and one crossroads of deliberation before they made it to an area that looked familiar even to Yuno.

“Oh! See that drop up ahead? I can’t tell from here, but I’m pretty sure that’s the cliffside beside the campground.”

“Mmm, but it’s too steep to climb down there! Muu will get dirty…” The girl bowed her head. “I’m sorry Yuno… I thought this was the right way…”

“Why are you sorry? You lead us back!” Yuno nudged her. “I can now admit that you are impressive. If this really is the right place, then circling around shouldn’t take too much time.” She turned her gaze to Haruka, who had bounded further ahead to check their location. “You should be proud, too! You faced your fears, and we made it out – with no bears!”

“No bears!” He agreed, leaping up onto a rock by the edge. He glanced downwards. Then, spinning with a huge smile on his face, he waved his arms in triumph. “It is the campsite! We did it! Muu-san, we did it!”

His arms suddenly switched from waving to flailing. The backpack weight swayed him, and in an instant he was gone – tumbling backwards out of sight.

“Haruka!”

[spidergangforever]

hey pspider people!! how do you feel about the stars that reside above your very heads? :3

[jnpje]

It had never seemed necessary for Papyrus and I to nail down an exact meeting place. “At the park” was always enough for the two of us to find each other. And today, we found each other at the top of the white columned stairs. Well. I guess technically I found him.

It really seemed like he’d been waiting in that exact spot, knowing I was going to be walking that way. But he was watching in the wrong direction; his back turned to me as he waited, watching the stairs. Or maybe he was watching the fountain? Cool air wafted away from flowing water, which I could feel even from across this small plaza. He seemed like he was watching something. I slowed my pace, in order to get a good look at him before he could know that I was watching him.

He was sitting on the wall, leaning forward, with one foot propped up in front of him and the other flat on the ground. A half-eaten lime creamsicle was in his hand, his arm lazily draped over his raised knee.

I guess he must not have been waiting long at all, since he still had popsicle left. As if he was aware of my thoughts, he took a big bite right as I considered it. The wind blew more cool air our way, and ruffled the collar of his too-large shirt and the tall grass on the other side of the wall. I considered, just for a moment, that maybe I should stop walking altogether--just long enough to snap a photo of the picturesqueness of it all. He looked so thoughtful and serious, gazing out towards the lake. Juxtaposed with a popsicle full of lopsided bite marks, this scene was a perfect encapsulation of the monster that was Papyrus.

But I couldn’t. I didn’t have the guts. I didn’t even have the guts to disturb what looked like a satisfying reverie by calling out or otherwise making my presence known. Instead I awkwardly shuffled up to his side and moved to place my hand on his shoulder, but then second-guessed myself and thought, maybe I should tap it instead? It didn’t matter, since he startled and swiveled his head around before I could even decide.

“H...HEY!!” It was always fun to watch his face, and the clear progression of emotions that often played out. Right then it was shock at being approached by a stranger, which instantly gave way to shock at being approached by someone you love, which quickly melted into glee at having been tricked (with a hint of sheepishness for having been facing the wrong way).

“HEH, I THOUGHT YOU WERE ON YOUR WAY UP! WANT SOME?” The softened popsicle was extended towards me. Of course I wanted some, so I obliged him with a slurp that took care of a good half of what was left on the stick.

“..........” His disappointment was palpable, and my sudden guilt must have shown on my face too.

“WAIT, IT’S FINE. REALLY. I OFFERED IT TO YOU, SO...”

“Where’d you get that from, anyway? Do they sell those here??”

“THESE? THESE?? YOU KNOW THEY DON’T SELL THESE HERE! I HAD TO BRING IT WITH.” He gives a good slap to a bag I hadn’t noticed sitting next to him.

“.....They’ll melt.”

“THEY WON’T!”

“Hm. I didn’t know you had popsicle-cooling magic... Neat!” I reached down to the bag, eager for a popsicle of my own and curious about the cooling mechanism.

But the bag was swept away from my grasp, and Papyrus was shaking a finger at me. “YOU ARE NOT AUTHORIZED TO GO DIGGING IN MY MAGIC BAG.” He swung his leg over the wall, landing both feet firmly on the ground and standing up straight with an exaggerated gesture. “BUT I AM!” A bright red creamsicle was soon procured, unwrapped and thrust into my hands. I was suspicious of what sort of “magic” was keeping it cold, since it seemed to be already starting to soften, but couldn’t find the heart to complain about getting a treat.

Once Papyrus had started in on his second popsicle (orange this time), the two of us linked arms and began strolling towards the stairs overlooking the lake. From this vantage point, even more of the lake was visible, as well as the vague outline of paths surrounding it on the opposite side. This lake wasn’t particularly big, but it took almost half an hour to walk around a single lap. The paths were forested, at times so thickly that the lake couldn’t be seen, and that made them seem isolated, and longer than they really were. But all of it seemed so much smaller from up here even though it wasn’t that far away at all.

As we began making our way down the staircase, I bit the popsicle with my lips over my teeth then slurped up the melting ice cream inside. It cooled my face but warmed my heart. “You know, I didn’t even realize they still made these popsicles. I used to eat them a lot as a kid.”

“I, DON’T THINK THEY ACTUALLY DO?? YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE WHAT A PAIN I WENT THROUGH, TRYING TO FIND THEM!” 

On the lake there wasn’t much visible from here other than a few small paddle boats, but as we got closer I could make out groups of kayakers who seemed to drift effortlessly by.

“IT COULDN’T HAVE BEEN THAT LONG AGO THEY WERE DISCONTINUED. I REMEMBER EATING THEM TOO, BACK WHEN THE BARRIER WAS FIRST BROKEN.”

In reality, I knew that the riders were having to work hard to propel their boats forward through the water. I’d never been kayaking, but it had always looked like fun to me. Stealing a glance over at Papyrus, who was still going on about the popsicles, I wondered if it could be a good way to work out together with him, fully expecting that he’d be excellent at it.

Suddenly I realized that my popsicle was gone. “Oh hey...can I have a green one now?” I waved my popsicle stick, licked mostly clean, in front of Papyrus and he grimaced. “It’s been so long since I had these, I forgot how much I liked ‘em.”

“YES, I KNEW YOU HAD EXCELLENT TASTE. OF COURSE I WOULD LOVE TO FETCH YOU A GREEN ONE. BUT I’M NOT YOUR TRASH COLLECTOR! AND IF YOU STICK THAT...THAT STICKY THING IN THE BAG YOU MIGHT-- RUIN THE MAGIC OR SOMETHING!” He made a shooing gesture at my stick, which only made me want to wave it in his face even more. “GO FIND A GARBAGE CAN!”

Seeing as there were no garbage cans nearby, I stuck the stick into my jeans pocket, much to Papyrus’s dismay. But he forgave me enough to serve me a green popsicle after all. This popsicle was suspiciously much softer than the last. “Hey.....you’re not using magic at all, are you?” I squinted at him as almost the entirety of the lime popsicle shell sloughed off in my mouth. “.....*gulp*. You just packed a ton of popsicles and counted on being able to finish them off before they melted.”

Papyrus seemed to be watching the boats on the lake quite intently now but surely he was aware of my accusatory stare out of the corner of his eye. His stern expression twitched with a grin. “I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT."

"..........."

"BUT. I'LL ADMIT THAT IT’S A GOOD THING YOU’RE HERE, SO YOU CAN HELP ME EAT THEM ALL.”

“True. It’ll be a lot of work to finish them all before they melt.”

“WELL, DON’T GET ME WRONG! I COULD MANAGE IT.”

The path down the stairs was lined with shady trees, but the lake itself was surrounded by a sunny, open walkway. I had a feeling that no, he could not manage it. These popsicles were not going to last more than 10 minutes, tops. Even through our combined efforts, there would probably be a couple of melted treats. I slurped up most of the ice cream center as we walked across a platformed break in the stairs, eager to do my part either way. 

But as we stepped down onto the stairs again, I saw something that made me jump in alarm: a wedding party! And their cameras were pointed straight up the picturesque stairs, right at us! Without even thinking, I pulled Papyrus by our linked arms, running back up to the platform before turning off onto a small dirt path running diagonal to the stairs.

The air was heavy and quiet as I pondered whether or not I had photobombed that bride and groom’s photoshoot. Probably so. Even though I hadn’t noticed it until we were very near, that was only because I hadn’t been paying attention. The pictures probably had us there in the background, though it wouldn’t have been very close to the subject. It was a public park, so I couldn’t really feel guilty for it, but even still, I didn’t want to be in some stranger’s wedding photos.

“.......” I wasn’t exactly sure why but suddenly things felt clumsy and awkward. I didn’t know what to say, or whether to say anything, and the little bit of popsicle I had left was completely forgotten. Slowly I turned my eyes up towards Papyrus only to find him calmly nibbling on a new popsicle (a red one now) while looking back in the direction of the couple.

“........HM. YOU THINK....YOU MIGHT WANT TO DO THAT SOMETIME? ME AND YOU?”

My heart, pounding, leapt straight to my throat, blocking out any words or sounds from coming through, while my grip on the popsicle stick tightened. Was this a joke?

No...he was genuinely asking me for an answer, I realized, as he looked down, smiling at me expectantly. But he looked so laid back about it. Somehow, we must have been thinking of two different things.

“U..uh....I, I mean....um...ho-honestly, I’m, I-I’ve.......you know...it feels embarrassing somehow to b-be...honest...but....” My words got quieter as my face got hotter. I went to take a giant bite of the popsicle to cool down, but what had been left of it had already melted and ran down into my fist. 

“HANG ON....OH MY GOD......ARE YOU SCARED OF BEING OUT ON THE WATER???” His suddenly concerned face only confused me even more.

“WAAAAIT, WAIT WAIT WAIT...” Papyrus took a brief look around himself, which at first I took to mean that he was checking to see if anyone was around. But maybe he was looking for a place to hold his popsicle because the next thing he did was quickly suck the whole thing directly off the stick (swallowing it dutifully rather than savoring it, and tossing the stick to the ground), before placing his thick-gloved hands squarely on my shoulders, and leaning in close.

His worried frown was right in front of my face, much closer than it usually happened to be. I tried to listen to him instead of focusing on his features, but it was hard. I hadn’t had this chance to be so close before. His voice wasn’t...quiet... but, it was softer than I expected.

“IT’S OK TO BE SCARED OF THAT. PERFECTLY OK. DON’T....DON’T BE EMBARRASSED. WE DON’T HAVE TO--”

Suddenly everything clicked in my mind. Our eyes met. “To...go kayaking together....?”

“YES. EXACTLY. WE DON’T HAVE TO GO KAYAKING TOGETHER. I’VE NEVER DONE IT MYSELF, BUT....WELL...WHEN I SAW THOSE LITTLE BOATS ON THE BIG LAKE....” He smiled softly, sheepishly even. “I THOUGHT IT LOOKED LIKE FUN.”

Actually, it did sound fun. Really fun. I returned his smile, shyly, even though he didn’t seem to completely understand that look, and grasped his hand, pulling it to my chest confidingly.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be too scary....if we were together.”

Sorrowfully, Papyrus shook his head. “THE KAYAK IS A BOAT THAT ONLY FITS ONE PERSON, I’M AFRAID.”

“I meant. Together, in our own boats. Side by side on the water.”

“OH. SURE. YES! I’LL STICK RIGHT BY YOU!!” His grin was nothing short of triumphant.

Then he noticed my hand, clasping his.

“ ............YECCCK!! WHY ARE YOU SO STICKY?!?!?!”

[kaisollisto]

don't go where i cannot follow (aka table au pt 2)

Home is something Beatrice has grappled with. A word that sits on her tongue unyielding, it sours the inside of her mouth. The taste lingers and there is no reprieve for breathing. She does not care for a place in the world but something inside her needs it. The thought shames her, to need something so desperately. (To want on the brink of desperation and longing, to search for an answer only to be scorned tramples her heart). The need sweeps through her and she is helpless to do anything but let it pass. (And yet she cannot stop looking, she is not human but she hopes wildly like one). 

Beatrice has always felt rigid, a tension in her bones that shadows her. There's something inside of her that coils, it twists and twists and Beatrice sees no end. A hole inside of her that swells to the size of her heart. It’s all encompassing and Beatrice cannot escape. She is a mouthpiece to pain and it is clear to her how much it is just Beatrice and the expanding absence of Beatrice. 

There is nothing but time for Beatrice, she holds it heavily with tight hands. She was pressed from a weeping willow, crushed, squeezed to an unbearable degree of pressure that Beatrice can’t remember how to let go. (She dreams of it, hands pressing insistently against her, shoving her back into the absence of herself). She holds a tight relationship with time, it passes and she holds on. 

She remembers everything and nothing at all but the only thing that has mattered to her was pain.

It is what makes her Beatrice. The pain leads her down a path, it becomes her. There is no Beatrice without pain. She cannot find herself amidst the sensation, she cannot separate anything memorable without pain. She doesn’t know who she is without pain. She is shaped by the people who have hurt her and she wishes she could let go, (but the scars stay permanent and she is still a table). 

There is no god, Beatrice doesn’t believe in such trivial things. But when you’re a table all you have is time. She entertains the thought, some deity, a higher power pulling strings, a fate predetermined and she hates the idea. She would pull them thread from thread, vein from vein with her bare soul. She would claw her way to the heavens to rip the tether of pride between gods and watch them fall.

But there is no place for bitter resentment in her heart so she tucks it away. A feeling never to be touched but always too close for comfort. She fills her day falling into habits. She’s particular about her routine, she spends the first few hours of dawn sitting inside of herself. If she were a tree it'd be easier, freeing, but confined to the shape of a table she feels wrong. A loss she doesn’t want to dwell on for the fear of being consumed. (She doesn’t know grief directly, but she knows this feels something akin to it). 

It’s taxing to be okay with where she is, there is no life here. (Some days she wakes up with a deep rooted fear that she was dying herself, a willow tree rotting from the inside out and how do you even begin to save yourself?) But she has to move on.

Beatrice never stays in one place too long. She's seen quite a few places, each one different than the last. She thinks she must be an ugly table to be passed around in different hands (and yet they all still seem to treat her with care).

Her current stay hurts her eyes. Everything's a bit too bright for her even with her fuzzy vision. She can make out shapes and objects she recognizes but it's still straining. 

She doesn’t notice her at first, Beatrice spends an obscene amount of time tasting the environment. It’s clean, albeit a bit suffocating but there’s airflow, proper ventilation and if she closes her eyes she can pretend. She likes the muted buzz of other voices, she can’t understand them but it comforts her knowing they’re there. 

She finds her slotted in between ungodly times of the day, she always seems to be in the midst of something. 

There is something about her that bothers Beatrice. She can feel her vibrating, there’s something palpable there, something tangible there that will burn her. And Beatrice, (who has only known pain), has never wanted it so bad. 

[pineappical]

I always thought is very tricky to draw that wrinkle that goes from the nose and around the mouth and still male it look good, but gosh you nail it in every art, super expressive and pretty. Looking at all your drawings 🔍🕵‍♀️ to properly appreciate and study it. But wow really in love with your art style is so expressive and pleasing to look at, and the colors are so pretty 👌👌👌👌

i LOVEEE drawing wrinkles!!! it makes faces soso so expressive and i try to add wrinkles to every character i draw whenever i can. and the fact i also love drawing characters smiling (they make me happy, so i want to be able to share my joy to other people by drawing them smiling too!) which of course makes that wrinkle around the nose and mouth more prominent :-)

im not a person that can draw well from memory, i use references excessively even if it doesnt turn out the same way from the reference im copying from in the end 😊

i drew these out real quick but i have no clue how to explain any of these so i just thought about sharing it with you anyways!

call it "cheating" or whatever, but most of the time i even trace over the reference just to have a base i can copy the expression im trying to draw from. i do art for fun and if it makes my process that much easier then. well!

anyhoo, ignore the fact these are all mr lassos... i just love him a whole bunch 💛

[cheekblush]

i'd rather be friendless than to constantly have my boundaries disrespected

[m1ckeyb3rry]

wattpad is so crazy because users will leave comments expressing nothing but pure disdain and anger for whatever reason (y/n’s characterization, the decision to include original characters, temporary ships and subplots, etc)…like at a certain point i start to wonder if they realize that no one is forcing them to read anything 😭

[koqabear]

dreamer is everything i wanted and more bye guys i’m deactivating!