#thank you for the request!!! it was fun to draw her

[adieutristana]

Helloooo can you do a Jinx x femreader where they were dying Isha’s hair? The reader’s kinda just watching everything unfold and realising how much she loves Jinx when she sees her around Isha

of course! thank you for requesting :) i had a lot of fun writing this, honestly needed this after the events of act 3

summary: scenario of fem! reader watching jinx with isha.

characters included: jinx (romantic), isha (platonic/familial)

tags/warnings: fluff, mother/mother/daughter dynamic, spoilers for arcane s2 (act ii specifically).

men dni.

"hey, stop moving!" jinx playfully scolded isha, earning a giggle from the little girl. she shook her head, giving a wide smile to your girlfriend. "come on, i can't do this if you don't stay still."

jinx already has isha in a makeshift, miniature version of her own outfit which she employed your help to make. despite all of jinx's mechanical expertise, she somehow can't sew to save her life. just a few minutes prior, she used various shades of eyeshadow to draw on her tattoos. all the while, she strategically turned isha away from the mirror. the reveal had to be a surprise.

"pass me the hair dye, toots, would ya?" jinx asked, shooting a glance at you over her shoulder. you grabbed the bottle from a box of (stolen) cosmetics, passing it to her. she quickly snatched it up, and shot you a toothy grin as a silent thanks. she sat isha down in a paint-covered bathtub, jinx settling down directly behind her.

she got to work with isha's hair, running a brush through it quickly, then dipping a frayed paintbrush into the bottle to slather blue dye on isha's hair. isha jumped a bit at the cold sensation at first, but quickly relaxed. "yeah.. feels weird, i bet. i'll be done soon, 'kay?" jinx soothed, her hands moving swiftly in the girl's hair. even with a brush, she managed to get blue dye on her hands while making sure each of the strands were evenly coated.

all the while, you sat cross-legged on the floor besides the box of assorted items, watching the spectacle unfold in front of you. you had never seen jinx be so.. gentle with someone aside from yourself. so playful, so free of inhibitions or anxiety. it was endearing, truly.

you weren’t just seeing jinx, you were seeing powder shining through.

you couldn’t help but smile, jinx seemingly oblivious to you at present. she finished coating isha’s hair with dye, and you chuckled to yourself at the sight of isha’s usually fluffy hair suddenly so flat. it was cute. jinx looked over at you quickly, and beamed. she looked so happy.

god, you loved her. this could be something, right here. you, jinx, and isha. a family of sorts.

“i’ll be done soon, babe, okay?”

“okay, jinx. do you want help?”

“hmm…” jinx replied, her nose crinkling and putting her dye-stained hands on her hips. she wracked her brain for a second, pursing her lips, clearly wanting to involve you in this more than you already were. “you can dry her hair off, and help me with the big reveal!” she smiled.

you nodded, giving a mock-salute, much to jinx’s amusement. “oh, cut that out.” she playfully rolled her eyes. jinx gently guided isha out of the bathtub, and instructed her to tilt her head back, so that she could rinse her hair. the water ran blue, the little girl’s eyes slipping shut and a slow exhale escaping her.

you grabbed a towel from a makeshift shelf, and plopped it onto isha’s head. she squealed, suddenly unable to see, and giggled as you hastily dried her hair off. “all dry soon, kid. you’ve got some thick hair!” you observed. isha either didn’t hear you, or didn’t know what that meant. jinx just stood behind the two of you, trying to hold in her laughter. jinx crouched down beside you to braid the girl’s hair, her fingers still moving while she pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek. oh, jinx.

you lead isha to jinx’s mirror by her shoulders, jinx’s slender fingers covering her eyes. when you got to a stool, you lightly grabbed isha by her sides and lifted her, setting her down in front of the mirror. all the while, jinx’s hands were still covering her eyes, giggling.

jinx looked over at you, seemingly waiting for the okay to reveal isha’s makeover. you put your hands atop jinx’s, both obscuring isha’s vision even more. jinx’s hands were cold and calloused, but there wasn’t a feeling you loved more than those hands.

she quirked an eyebrow, those big, pink eyes that you loved so much looking straight at you, and you nodded. “you ready, kid?” you asked, and isha began frantically nodding. she was practically bursting at the seams with excitement.

you and your girlfriend both lifted your hands. “ta-da!” jinx exclaimed, smiling ear-to-ear. the pure surprise and wonder on isha’s face was incredible, examining herself in the shattered glass, toying with the small braids jinx had given her. isha looked back at you, trying to contain her joy.

“you’re lucky. i didn’t get to much of this with my older sis,” jinx began, looking down at the girl imitating her. pretending to shoot her zapper, making little ‘pew’ noises. it was adorable, and your heart swelled in your chest at the sight. “she was always… punching stuff.” her dark lips pursed, and you stepped forward to gently grasp jinx’s hand, before ruffling isha’s now-blue hair.

“no, but you still turned out pretty cool, love.” you remarked, much to jinx’s amusement. she shot you a little smile, lovingly squeezing your hand. “you flatter me.” she said, before closing the gap between the two of you.

pressing a soft, warm kiss to your lips, now intertwining your fingers. it was peaceful. it was sweet. you loved her-

and you heard isha groan in disgust to the side of you, breaking away to see the girl covering her eyes. jinx just giggled, gave your hand a final squeeze, and joked, “kissing, gross! i know, right?”

[waiting-for-motivation]

dark red

summary: No matter what, Max loves and supports his girlfriend like a golden retriever would love a black cat.

pairing: Max Verstappen x Goth!Reader

warnings: the sweetest and purest fluff

words: 1022

a/n: daniel will always be part of my formula one fics :) also big thank you to my lovely muse @graveyardcannibal <33

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

The thing Max enjoys the most is staring at his beautiful girlfriend. No matter the time of the day, the light always seems to hit her at just the right angle. She could wear a trash bag and still look gorgeous in his eyes. Max really fell head over heels for her.

So it does not surprise (Y/n) at all to see his reflection in the mirror in front of her. He watches her precisely draw her eyeliner. Concentrating on the black lines is hard, when his blue eyes notice even her smallest movement.

“Get a hobby, creep“, she comments with a sarcastic undertone, still looking over her shoulder with a smile on her lips. While Max is already dressed, she still has to finish her make-up and put on the outfit, her boyfriend helped her pick out. Sometimes (Y/n) feels bad for him, keeping him waiting for her, but then she remembers how much he likes to gaze at her.

Max can only laugh at her words, leaning forward to take a closer look at all the brushes, powders and pencils. Although he watches his girl use them on a regular basis he has no clue what they are specifically for. Though one he knows: her dark red lipstick, which she is reaching for right now.

“No, wait before you put that on“, Max almost screams, caught off guard by his own forwardness. With a confused expression, (Y/n) turns towards her boyfriend, the lipstick in her right hand. The moment she opens her mouth to ask what has gotten into him, Max presses his lips to hers. This is explanation enough.

“You smooth bastard!“, (Y/n) exclaims after they part, keeping the intense eye contact with Max. He shows her a cheeky smile, then nods towards the mirror, encouraging her to finish her make-up. The lipstick is the final part. Max watches in awe as (Y/n) places a napkin between her lips to matten the dark color.

Then she turns towards her outfit that lies on the neatly made bed, right next to her boyfriend. (Y/n) gets dressed, so focused she does not notice Max standing up and cleaning up her make-up tools.

“You don‘t have to do that“, she murmurs as she turns around and catches Max inspecting her brushes. Shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, Max zips up her full cosmetic bag. He simply loves doing everything in his power for her, from smaller tasks to presenting her yet another corset.

"Need any help, schatje?", Max asks, setting the bag aside and reaching for his girl who is struggling to lace up her newest corset. With a huff, (Y/n) turns her back to him so that he can easily tighten the corset, careful not to strangulate her. After tying a bow, Max wraps his arms around his girl and starts kissing a trail from her ear to the collar of her shirt. One of her hands wanders to his fluffy golden hair.

"Don't start what you can't finish, Verstappen", (Y/n) warns her boyfriend, reminding him of today’s qualifying race and the job he has to do. At least, she will be with him on the paddock. For her, it will be the first time there, so she is rather excited and a bit anxious.

Together they leave their hotel room and drive to the racetrack. Again and again, Max throws a glance towards his girl on the passenger seat, actually so often that (Y/n) has to remind him to keep his eyes on the street. They quickly arrive and manage to get into the Red Bull garage without much attention from cameras or reporters.

"Remember you can always go into my driver room if it gets too much. I will find you as soon as possible afterward. Have some fun, schatje", Max tells (Y/n) with a concerned expression, even more nervous about her first day on the paddock than her. Her smile comfort his nerves, the sweet kiss following tells him she will be fine. Then he leaves to do some media stuff with his teammate.

Although the last few days, all (Y/n) could overthink about where the worst scenarios that could happen, the next few hours without Max are rather pleasant. Knowing a few of the drivers already because Max invited them to his home in Monaco, she has no problem in finding someone to talk to. Daniel is very delighted to see her, pulling her into a warm hug and forcing her to do a twirl for him, showing off her black outfit. She even meets some other girlfriends, which mostly compliment her on her make-up.

Before the qualifying race starts, someone from Red Bull escorts her back to the garage, claiming Max wants to see her before the start. There is a whole crowd of mechanics and strategists around him, so (Y/n) waits till he notices her, meanwhile touching up her lipstick.

Max is already sitting in his car, when he waves (Y/n) over with a bright smile. Someone presses his helmet into her hands which she gives to her boyfriend the moment she arrives at his car. He keeps it in his laps, gazing at the gorgeous girl above him. (Y/n) leans onto the car carefully, not wanting to cause a scratch or worse.

“There you are, schatje, wish me luck“, Max murmurs. His blue eyes glisten from not daring to blink. The giggle coming from (Y/n) causes his heart to flutter like a million butterflies. He smiles dreamily.

“Good luck, Maxie“, (Y/n) whispers as she presses a kiss to his cheek, aware of the cameras on them. Taking a step back and watching her boyfriend hide his handsome face under a balaclava and finally his helmet, she catches a glimpse of a red lipstick mark on his skin. She can only smile at this little incident.

Of course, the next day there are a lot of pictures circulating on the internet. Everyone can see the admiration in Max Verstappen‘s eyes as well as the red mark on his cheek, he wears like a medal of honor. He simply loves his girl with every fiber of his being.

[ninathekillxr]

Headcannons for if the pastas had social media?

Social Media

Headcanons

This is more of what they do with their phones but I hope you like it anon <3

BEN DROWNED~

• He would bully people online especially on roblox!

• Definitely has a prank channel on YouTube.

• Prank calls everyone

• Messages random numbers to creep them out.

•Chronically online

TICCI TOBY~

❁ Watches an ungodly amount of tiktok.

❁ Used to watch Gacha singing battles

❁ Spams other pastas with memes

❁ Breaks his phone all the time, accidentally dropping it or smashing it when he’s mad.

JEFF THE KILLER~

➼ Plays piano tiles unironically

➼ watches Instagram reels because they are so unfiltered.

➼ has been banned on roblox more times than he can count.

➼ Bully’s kids on roblox with BEN.

EYELESS JACK~

♣ Rarely uses his phone.

♣ Spends most his time on google researching how to tend to different injuries.

♣ needs text to speech settings

♣ listens to music, podcasts and Audible.

MASKY/TIM WRIGHT~

♦ mostly uses his phone to message Brian

♦ Watches tiktok when he’s on his own

♦ loves videos of kids falling and watches the compilations.

♦ Has to mute Toby constantly.

HOODIE/BRIAN THOMAS~

♫ Sends Tim memes

♫ Texts Tim when they are sat next to eachother to talk shit about other pastas

♫ Watches YouTube shorts and Instagram reels

♫ Plays merge mansion religiously.

NINA THE KILLER~

☻ Loves Tiktok

☻ Makes aesthetically pleasing tiktok videos.

☻ Has a 2000s scene themed tumblr

☻ Reads a lot of articles online

☻ Does buzz feed quizzes all the time

KATE THE CHASER~

» Has to keep her phone on dark mode constantly, screen brightness at its lowest.

» Mostly texts Nina or the other proxies about missions.

» misplaces and looses her phone constantly.

JANE THE KILLER~

⦿ Scrolls on Pinterest whenever she’s bored

⦿ Sends Tiktoks to clockwork and Nina.

⦿ Edits dumb photos of Jeff and turns them into memes.

SALLY WILLIAMS~

◙ Makes amazing rentrys

◙ Plays roblox with BEN and Jeff

◙ Plays Matching games when she’s bored

◙ Mostly messages BEN and Jane.

◙ draws on ibisPaint

Nina’s comments~

This was really fun to make! Thank you for the request! <3

Nina out!

[bakersgrief]

Grief, my beloved ❤️ As we talked previously, I would like to request Nice Keith jerking off while wearing Mae's panties and feeling so, so dirty doing this (it can be reader's too if you prefer). Thank you so much and may your mind be always blessed with horny ideas.

Hello Myara! Thank you so much for requesting, and for trusting me woth your wonderful Maeve. I hope I filled the prompt to your liking!

It had been a long day. Frustrating, too. At some point, He had gotten too exhausted to go on and left Keith in charge. They were still doing the work of two people these days.

And Maeve-

She had been quite busy herself, lately. She wouldn't be back from a dinner party for another couple of hours or so. A dinner he couldn't attend due to his duties.

It was good Maeve was building her social circle by going to casual get-togethers like that, but...

He really missed her. Keith wished he could see her and hold her for the short time he had before he needed to sleep, and start a day crammed with more work than a single person could handle again.

Resisting the urge to flop onto the bed fully dressed, Keith slowly began to take off his jacket and cloak.

As he removed the garments, his hand brushed against the pocket on his thigh, feeling a slight bulge. Was there something in there...?

Reaching into his pants pocket, Keith's fingers brushed against something damp. He quickly drew his hand back in surprise, slowly reaching back down. Surely it wasn't anything dangerous...

He must have put it there this morning. Keith had still been sleeping up until the afternoon, as far as he could remember.

When his fingers brushed the object again, he noticed it was fabric. A bit damp, but quite thin and soft.

No.

Could it be...?

Slowly drawing the mysterious object from his pocket, Keith found his suspicions had been correct. A pair of Maeve's panties dangled from his fingers, still damp with arousal and slightly wrinkled from being crumpled in the tight space.

That pervert...

Just what had He been intending to do with these, anyway? Was the fun in carrying them around?

Actually... Keith could see the appeal in it. Getting your lover aroused and then keeping a reminder of that with you all day long...

It didn't sound so bad.

Keith sighed, staring down at the undergarment. Keeping a reminder of your lover's arousal close to you...

Without even realizing he had been undressing, Keith suddenly found himself standing naked. He still had Maeve's panties dangling from his hand.

Keith didn't know what gave him the idea. One would think they wouldn't fit at all.

But he soon found himself stretching the fabric to its limit, up over his muscular thighs and around his hips. He shuddered at the feeling of the damp fabric that snugly cradled his balls.

He realized with a start he was getting hard. Of course he was, with Maeve's arousal pressing against his most intimate areas.

He bit his lip, stifling a moan. Keith was tired, yes, but Maeve wouldn't be back for more than an hour. And he really...

Slowly laying back on the bed, Keith felt himself growing even harder as he spread his legs and looked down at where his cock strained against the fabric of the panties.

It felt shameless, really. Why was he even doing something like this?

To feel close to her, he realized. Doing this... it felt like Maeve was with him, in a way. Her essence certainly was, at least.

Keith's hand crept over his hip to his errection, slowly brushing his fingers over it. His body tensed as he sucked in a short breath.

Rubbing over his length more firmly, Keith released his breath with a shudder.

"Mae..." He whispered longingly.

He wanted to see her. To touch her. To hear her voice.

She would probably tease him for what he was doing, asking if he liked it as much as other methods of feeling her wetness.

"Mmmm..." Keith moaned softly, fully stroking himself over the soft fabric of Maeve's panties.

Reaching full hardness, he finally moved his hand under her panties, groaning as he fondled his balls, imagining Maeve doing the same with her smooth hands. They were so much smaller and softer than his...

Keith gasped quietly, mimicking the way he imagined she would rub and trail her fingers over him. He reached down a bit farther, rubbing at his taint before going back up to properly grasp at his aching cock.

"Ahh- uhhh!" He moaned quietly, firmly grasping his length and giving it a few languid pumps.

"Mae... Mae..." He whispered, shuddering as he gripped himself firmly.

Maeve's panties were stretched tightly around his hips now, the fabric digging into his flesh a bit. The sensation was quite erotic. Keith began to pump himself faster, feeling his face burn.

He might be ruining them, stretching the panties out like this. But that was a problem for another time.

He was already using them like this, pleasuring himself while feeling the traces of Maeve's arousal against his fist, his balls, his flushed, aching cock-

Keith squeezed his eyes closed. What would Maeve think if she walked in right now? Would she decide to watch him in amusement? Or would she insist on making him finish herself?

"Haaa... ahhh...." Keith moaned and panted, grasping himself even tighter and pumping his length quickly.

He was already overheated just from the scandalous act he was committing. When he came, Maeve's panties would be even more soaked. The thought of their combined arousals in the garment made his cock twitch, drawing a small whimper from his throat.

"Mmm!"

Close. He was getting close.

Keith was thrusting frantically into his hand. He wanted her so bad. Maeve. Maeve...

He imagined her face in his mind, looking lustfully at him with her big, gorgeous doe eyes as her perfect, pouty lips kissed and sucked at his leaking tip.

"Agh, ahh!!"

Keith arched his back as he came, shooting bursts of hot cum on Maeve's panties and his abdomen.

He gasped and panted, sinking into the mattress as his body relaxed.

"Ahh..."

This was a problem. He was hardly satisfied. But now he was tired... and messy.

Sitting up, Keith slowly shimmied the drenched panties off himself, reaching for the handkerchief in his discarded jacket.

Quickly wiping himself off, he flopped back into bed, sighing in frustration. Hopefully he would be able to catch her for a proper lovemaking session in the morning... but he was really, very tired now.

Rolling onto his side and curling up, Keith wished Maeve a goodnight in his mind, unintentionally leaving her messy panties right where she would find them upon returning. It would later force her to use every ounce of her self control to let him rest when she noticed them, rather than pouncing on her adorable husband and having her way with him right then and there.

Her payback for being left so hot and bothered would simply have to wait till morning.

Taglist: @shadowylakes @floydsteeth @sh0jun @rou-luxe @mxrmaid-poet @anonymousnamedhera @kanatashinkaifr @rookkunt

Ikepri tags: @keithsandwich @littlewitty @awheeee

[pokeberry5]

Could we get a pen and ink cass cain?💖

o7 i referenced this cover:

[wyrmswears]

If ur still doing requests, may u pls draw my fave Euphrasia 🙏🙏

of course!

(learning to fly without anyone knowing about your powers isnt exactly easy nor safe)

[horsemoment]

Hi, hello. Sorry you only got one request, let me add another one! Octavia, please. Draw her doing whatever you'd like, I just wanna see her!

Thinkin of her gf!

[mymp3]

one femc coming up!

[tanasha-not-yet]

fish pls

sure but find her som water

[trashyshrew]

just dropping in to say I love the way you draw the folds in clothing - makes me want to reach out and feel the fabric, smooth it out a little. it’s like I can visually /feel/ the texture, if that makes sense?

and separately - if you’re still taking art suggestions - could you draw Shinobu Kocho please? 🦋

🤩 thank you so much!

but on to what you came for:

[ketchupandpickles]

HEY KP, I wanted to send in an art request, so would you draw Rosseee? I cant add images sadly, but if you need me to send a pic of her just dm me on discord <3

Here she is! I love her design sjsgsjgsjddg <33

[zexal-bunny20]

Say, can you draw my oc, Aqua the Armadillo and Niltch like this? Aqua (Right) and Niltch (left)

Here you go, thanks for the request!

[good-beanswrites]

Hello!! If you're still taking requests for that drabble game, might I request either Strength with Kotoko + Mikoto or Weak with Amane + Futa? It's fine if you aren't doing it anymore, of course

I've been in this fanbase since trial one and out of all the things I've read, your writing is probably amongst my favorite! (Even if I haven't finished going through it all yet...) I hope you have a splendid day! <3

!!!!! You are so kind waaahh this completely made my day, thank you ;---; I'm so glad you're enjoying omg ✨And thanks for these, they were really cool and fitting combos!! I tried to do a dual-perspective of Kotoko and Mikoto's pre-T2 fight, and I posted the one for Weak below.

Strength can manifest in a variety of ways, not just physically. Kotoko had a strong determination, for example. Mikoto had a powerful way with people. She showed solid self control and willpower. He held to strict deadlines and routines. She maintained a sharp intelligence. He upheld an unshakeable resolve.

Also, they were both ridiculously physically strong.

The pair came to this realization around the same time. They’d gotten a taste of the others’ power when clashing in the interrogation room, but it had begun suddenly and ended just as quickly. This time was different. They stood in the center of the panopticon, with the echoing space to themselves. As Kotoko swung a punch toward Mikoto, and he caught her against his forearms, they had a moment to gauge the other’s muscle. 

Kotoko stared into his eyes, which had a different sort of awareness to them now. He’s more coordinated, she thought, he must not be the same one I faced before. He’s leaning on the strength in his arms -- he’s not using his legs to their fullest potential. It doesn’t matter, given the raw force of his blows. Has he trained for fights, or just built his muscles in general? 

Mikoto stared into her eyes, returning her fiery gaze. Fuck, this lady’s strong.

She wound up again. He retaliated quickly. She shoved his back into the guard’s tower. He sidestepped her next attack. 

He didn’t really care why his fellow prisoner had come charging at him swinging, but she made sure he knew.

“The warden may not be able to administer punishments,” she said in between timed breaths, “so they entrusted me with that responsibility. This is justice, for the lives you’ve taken. You won’t be able to hurt anyone else.”

He broke into harsh laughter. “You’re one crazy motherfucker! You’re the only person hurting anyone.” He tried to grab her, but she slipped from his arms. His eyes narrowed, laughter dying away with unsettling speed. “But there’s no way in hell I’m letting you hurt me.”

Kotoko was struck by the way he said it. Her voice had shaken with the very same determination when putting herself between an innocent citizen and some creep. It was how she felt now, trying to keep his violent hands away from the other prisoners. There were children here, weak and scared. Es themself was just a child, and had already suffered his violence. She refused to let this villain cause any more pain. “I’m doing what needs to be done. You’re nothing but a murderous monster.” She swung her fist.

Mikoto caught her by the wrist, forcing her to look at the blood caked in her hand. He didn’t know whose it was, but it wasn't either of theirs. “You’re the fucking monster!” He shoved her backwards. “And I’m gonna kill you for it…!”

He didn’t know how she could think she was the hero in this whole situation. He was the one protecting someone else. 

Neither held back. Mikoto wheezed as her boots connected. Kotoko cringed as Mikoto landed a solid hit on her face. There was some shouting from the hallway. Their resolves hardened. Mikoto wasn’t going to let anyone else threaten him. Kotoko wasn’t going to let him threaten anyone else. They were strong, they reminded themselves. They had to end this now.

The two charged at one another. A moment before they were set to collide, they both cried out in pain. Blinding white light flooded the dark panopticon. They clutched their eyes, stumbling away from one another. A figure shoved through, planting himself between them.

“Stop this, both of you!” It was Kazui.

“Get outta my way,” Mikoto growled.

“This is not your concern,” Kotoko said, blinking in the light. 

The spotlight in the guard’s tower had been switched on, pointed directly at them. Kazui remained in place. “That’s enough. Look at yourselves, for god’s sake!”

Under the harsh light, they now saw the sort of state they were in. Mikoto’s uniform had torn in new places, blood seeping through. He could taste some in his mouth, too. Kotoko’s face was cut. Her leg ached. They stood covered in bruises, panting. 

“Go back to your cells,” Kazui commanded. “We’ll sort this out in the morning.”

Kotoko squared her shoulders. “There’s nothing to sort out. He’s a murderer. I won’t lose to him.”

“This bitch tried to kill me. I’m not letting her get away with it.”

“I don’t care.” Kazui said simply. “Call it a draw. You’ll both tear yourselves apart if you keep going.”

They continued staring at one another as if their gaze alone could take them to the ground, but neither moved to fight. 

Mikoto felt a pang of guilt. Lost in adrenaline, he didn’t realize how banged up he was. He thought of how much pain he’d experience in the upcoming days. The whole point was to save himself from harm. 

Kotoko cursed Kazui for interrupting her. As one of the forgiven, he was supposed to be on her side. Even if he wasn’t honorable enough to see her as an ally, she’d have to be the bigger person. She wouldn’t threaten him. 

Neither was happy about conceding, but couldn't think of a better option given their end goals.

Kazui remained between them as they stalked off to their respective cells.

“A temporary draw,” Kotoko muttered to Mikoto. She flashed a grin that felt more like an animal baring its teeth.

He returned the smile. “You won't be so lucky next time.”

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Ooh I thought of something I'd like you to draw! Could you draw my cat Jessica please? I can provide a reference if you need one, or you can use the photos on my dash. Thank you Dawn <3

Of course, anything for the precious little lady :) she's such a beautiful cat, best wishes for the coming weeks <3

[averlym]

Can you do prompt 34 for araleyn?

no.34, gen: "you look happy" //sometimes i think too much about dlyh

[im-smart-i-swear]

Please draw my beloved Yellowfang if it is ok. I love her but i know almost nothing about her but also she means everything it is like a parasocial relationship but for blorbos

hiii:) heres the old woman, featuring the two kids she kind-of-adopted

you dont want to know how she died