#making doll outfits

[alanaartdream]

Been making some of my dolls (mostly the tiny kewpie & sonny angel collection I have) outfits

[sophisticatedswifts]

no thoughts, just Taylor’s boots sparkling

[blond1ebombshell]

[dingledraw]

Just a couple of gurls

[spocks-kaathyra]

experimenting w making little trek dolls for the STLV craft swap :))

[thatsmutbean]

Plan was to draw them all full body like Kori but I'm tired sorry

Kori - @xmajordumps - been eating your aus up i love toxicity

Noor - @runningwithscizzorz - i love the divorce and your artstyle <3

Amyntas - @oneofthosenightbees - i love the outfits and the yuri and the cannibalism

The Lamb - @aveloka-draws - Paisa me gusta tu au un montón me lo quiero comer

Lambert - @bamsara - your fic gave me worms i love it its like you put crack on it or smth

[xxplastic-cubexx]

charlies turn for the reference sheet beam

[ppilotco]

pop'n music citron (red)

[literallyjusttoa]

"A Jester can mock, and the King cannot fight

For the gift of free thought is the jester's one right."

A sweet golden prince who lived up in the sky,

Listened to his families' terrible fights,

The ceiling would rumble, the tile would shake,

The throne room was fragile, and soon it would break.

He'd attempt to speak, but it never went right,

His father would rage, and he'd lose every fight,

As decades passed by, it soon became clear,

The King saw his son as a monster to fear.

The Prince quickly followed every command,

Only to be trapped by his father's cruel hand,

Years of destruction with no end in sight,

This war would not end with a large act of might.

And so the Prince stopped fighting fire with fire,

And instead he pulled out his golden stringed lyre,

Since he had no respect, he would leave the King's cage,

And swap out the throne room for a shining stage.

He taunted with wit and he giggled with guile,

And even his sorrow he shared with a smile,

His father's gaze lessened, his temper was tame,

As his once "Golden Prince" treated life like a game.

The centuries passed and the mirth never ceased,

The sun never set on the first son of Greece,

He danced for his siblings and bit down his pain,

Since each peal of laughter meant there'd be less rain.

There's only one role for which there are no rules,

So who is the jester, and who is the fool?

[bunniebi]

outfits for the infamous ROs ^-^ (except O, Seb, E and LA... </3 but maybe in the future)

[summeraesm]

diordiamonddresses on instagram

[rocketghostpainting]

I’ve been listening to @patricia-taxxon ‘s Dance Oddessy on loop while I work, so it only felt fitting to do some fanart of her fursona! I love the idea of having a main fursona and a youtube fursona, so I made both of em!

[blond1ebombshell]

[tired-all-the-time22]

I have been gifted with storyline revelations through the music master himself Jhariah and have gotten to writing into chapter 2 of my fic and have fuzzy ideas about how I’m gonna end it🎉🎉

In the meantime here’s another Red Son outfit! I imagine this one being from later in the story

I also incorporated a bit of MK’s design into it for ~symbolism purposes~

[tiaresky]

[xxlady-lunaxx]

it kinda looks shitty but i rlly wanted 2 draw this