This was for day three of Nightmarch but got way out of hand lol so it took all month, honestly worth it though
Also ik I typically don’t do this but highkey reblogs would be appreciated cause this was the most exhausting thing to draw ever but I’m SO happy with it :,D
I needed a new wallpaper for my gboard so I decided to draw something for it, I was unsure if I should make it sans themed or cinnamoroll themed... so I made both! :D
the pudding is just because I thought it was pretty, I don't even like pudding lmao
I HAVE MADE A SHIP CHILD! This is Mocha, the oldest child of Reaper and Ccino. They are gender-fluid and sixteen. They also are a precautionary heir in a way, stepping in to help Reaper with his job when he’s busy with other things. They have a younger brother named Crème, who was designed by my friend @milkshamp . Don’t know when he will posted, but I will be drawing Crème very soon.
we do not talk but i saw ur yuri manga rec and legally hv to ask if u have read “the guy she wasn’t interested in wasn’t a guy at all” bc ive been obsessed w the art style since i came across it
i haven't gotten around to reading it (only the first chapter) but the style really is so nice! love the artist's use of green
unfortunately me reading yuri manga usually goes like this so i dont think i rly have read that many things i'd actually recommend
When he started, he quickly learned that he could get away with a lot of mishaps by simply smiling at the other staff members who would help him hide his mistakes from you.
He had primarily wanted this job because you, the adorably chubby manager, seemed immune to his charms as a mere customer, so he figured if he could only get you alone in the storage room he might show you just what you were missing by ignoring his advances.
"Excuse me.", a girl came to the counter, her coffee cup in hand, "I ordered a mocha latte. This is caramel."
Expecting him to apologize and immediately start on the right drink, your jaw dropped when instead Oikawa took the cup from the girl and took a sip.
The main barista on shift held out his arm to stop you from dragging the part-timer away, observing with bewildered amusement how Oikawa now licked the foam from his lips, leaned forward and said in that low smooth tone of his, "Are you sure you don’t want to give this a try? It’s delicious."
The girl blushed furiously, took the cup in her shaking hands, nodded mechanically and shuffled back to her seat.
"Oikawa-san!", your voice, pressed from shock and indignation, sounded almost shrill when you tried to quietly call him over.
He turned to look at you in genuine surprise, then smiled proudly when he walked over, convinced he was in for praise.