#why is his nose so hard to draw

[give-me-one-good-reason]

Some Mr. L doodles still in line with Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In by Will Wood and the Tapeworms.

Mr. L can feel something isn't right but can't place where his constant disquiet and occasional aimless loathing are coming from. He finds the castle's wine cellar and abuses the hell out of it, much to the mixed negative emotions of literally everybody else. No one enjoys angry, despairing, drunk L; either due to irritation, pity, disgust, or general want of a relatively quiet day without an irritable time bomb walking around picking fights and breaking bottles.

Nastasia changes the lock on the cellar twice, but inebriation does little to hamper his tool coordination, and she gives up on keeping him out. She is waiting for the next time he goes out to have some minions go hide what's left in a different part of the castle, hoping that he is drinking out of the convenience of it being there and that he won't go actively searching for it.

Mr. L hopes that if he is disruptive and wild enough, she'll just remove whatever it is that is making him feel this way. Unfortunately, and unbeknownst to him, it is very difficult to remove instincts without reducing the person to a blank robotic worker. If you want to keep a full person, you can layer other instincts over top of the original ones, but the native ones will still be there, buried.

Gonna make one to go with this where eventually Mr. L approaches Nastasia and demands "Fix me".

[ccelicaa]

A SEBASTIAN STUDY

i didn’t like the way i’ve been drawing him…cuz like each time he looked mad diff so i was like ok👏👏it’s time to go back into the workshop!!!😡😡👏👏

also i kept my notes bc it looked incredibly blank without it and i ain’t aboutta draw more to fill it in sorry y’all i’m lame😔🤘

[aria-greenhoodie]

Fiddleford hadron mcgucket your shnoz is so beautiful and perfect and I love it but it is so inconvenient and not at all conducive to drawing you making out with another man.

[acousticbloke]

Was planning something bigger, ended up with a doodle, but thats okay

[antiquepearlss]

Eugene ily but please stop being so hard to draw.

[ladychandraofthemoone]

💚💚I’m running this line-💚💚

Teeny Peter Sam/Stuart I did while back, I’ve messed up on his nose and wheels but it’s fine, I’ve also given him freckles 🤩🤩💚💚

[perenians]

kicks at a rock sulkily. why is this man so hard to draw

[kitek-kit]

men

[lillotte17]

I’ve been trying to draw more Nivan x Astarion for daayyyysss but I’ve come down with a case of the Derp Hands 😭

[distrxst]

pride month giyuu GONE FOREVER

[exopelagic]

honk shoo.

[non-un-topo]

I swear to god one of these days I’m gonna draw Joe right

[sysig]

Fancy fluff and fuzz (Patreon)

[softgrungeprophet]

my power grows every time someone compliments me drawing peter with big brown doe eyes or a big nose or thick eyebrows etc.

but also, more seriously, i appreciate those compliments a lot (not just for peter but my own characters as well) cause i always appreciate seeing love for those features and i want to show my own love for those features because i also think they are beautiful, so it's nice when someone says nice things about them...

when i get compliments about peter's dark eyes or qela's unibrow it makes me very happy because, not to be sappy or anything 😂 but i am always putting little bits of myself into everything i make, and i may not be so self-conscious about my own little mini unibrow or whatever but it's not exactly something you see complimented or treated as potentially attractive in (american, at least) media very often 💀 so i really appreciate the positivity even for the things i don't expect people to compliment

[voidrulerora]

literally all of my mutuals are so based bro. just a few weeks back i was having a convo with my friend about this and I was like "LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO MY BOY!!! LOOK WHAT THEY'VE DONE!!!". Never forgetting the art where I was like "oh what a cool OC" then found out it was Morris KHDDKS You all get me and I absolutely adore that.

“I hate you” is boring. “I hope your favorite non human character gets drawn as white twink." is unique. it’s terrifying. it’s possible. it's true. it's happening.

[s0dium]

I need you

Synopsis: Choso needs to fuck you despite the fact that you are Yuuji's babysitter.

Warnings: Desperate sex, rough sex

Visual link: xxxxx

Choso thinks you are an angel.

Honestly.

He marvels at how you always help his family out by babysitting his little brother Yuji, even if it's late at night. Your kindness shines through in every action, and he can't help but notice how your eyes glow like an angel's, your skin seems so soft, and your voice carries a soothing, gentle tone. It's not just what you do; it's the way you do it, with such grace and beauty, that makes him believe you truly are a blessing to his family.

So that is why he must do this.

His touches are relentless, drawing you into his room the moment Yuuji is asleep. You can barely even get a word in before his bigger hands are under your shirt, exploring the warmth of your skin, a desperate longing evident in each caress. You want to tell him to slow down, to truly connect beyond the frantic urgency. But your words dissolve into breathless whispers as you meet his dark tired eyes that are practically begging for you, begging to be with you, begging to feel you.

"I like kissing you." He murmurs against your lips. "I like you. I like you so much, you are so pretty. I like and love you."

You let yourself fall into his touch and Choso captures your mouth with his, a deep, enveloping kiss that makes you moan and whine for more. As he gently removes your tank top and shorts, leaving you in your bra and underwear and he devotes attention to every inch of your skin, delivering tender nips, soft sucks, and gentle bites.

"Perfect." He mumbles under his breath, burying his nose into the crook of your neck to pepper the delicate skin with soft kisses. "Fuck, you are so perfect, baby."

Your mind grows fuzzy at his words and you let out a sharp gasp when you feel him pull the hem of your underwear down your legs.

"Jump," he commands softly, his voice a low rumble that reverberates through you. Without hesitation, you leap up and in one fluid motion, he lifts you up. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, securing you against him as he presses you against the wall. Your fingers find their way into his black hair tied up in buns long, tugging gently at the strands, anchoring yourself to him as his kisses deepen. You don't even notice that he has lowered his pants until you feel the hard pressure against your tight hole, making you instinctively squirm away.

"Stay still f'me ok baby?" Choso groans, peppering kisses along your jaw while he aligns himself with you. Without warning, he thrusts into you, the sudden friction and collision with your G-spot knocking the wind out of your lungs. It's as if every fiber of your being is tuned to this moment, each caress and sensation amplifying the pleasure that surges through you. You feel a soft shiver start at the base of your spine, traveling upward, making your skin tingle with exquisite delight. Ticklish pleasure courses through your veins and you immediately throw your head back against the wall as Choso thrusts into you.

"Hnghh, s-so good~~" You whine. It was dizzying, the grith of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, the euphoria of him fitting snuggly against walls with every thrust. The friction is incredible and it made pain quickly turn into pleasure. The tightness of your cunt has Choso gasping for breath, the grip on your hips almost bruising as he tries to keep himself from spilling inside of you right here and now.

"I can feel you baby, sh-shit, I can feel you doing it to me." Choso is not a whining man but here he is falling apart at the warmth of your cunt. God you were heaven, he thinks he would be eternally happy if he could just spend all his time inside of you, feeling you squeeze around him, smelling the intoxicating scent of your shampoo. He uses you like his personal cock sleeve, thrusting up into your warm cunt with such vigor that it shapes your insides and bruises your cervix until your entire body jolts with sensitivity.

For a moment, he slows down, leaning down to the space between you and letting a glob of thick spit drop onto your clit. He moves side to side, opening up your folds and rubbing your clit. You cry from the pleasure and Choso's Adam apple bobs as he groans as well.

He's close, and he knows you are too.

He is glaring at you with hooded eyes, watching the expressions of pleasure you make intently. Choso is caught in some sort of trance, like even though he is fucking you, he is powerless to you.

Your mind begins to drift, losing itself in the intensity of the experience of Choso fucking you. Time seems to blur, and the world around you fades, leaving only the profound connection between you and the pleasure you're immersed in. Each moment stretches and deepens, and you're carried away by the ebb and flow of sensations. Your body responds instinctively, arching off the wall and lifting your hips to meet Choso's thrusts, seeking more, craving the next wave of ecstasy. The pleasure builds and builds, a crescendo that fills you to the brim. It's a symphony of sensation, a dance of pure, unadulterated joy that leaves you breathless and yearning.

And then, in a glorious, breathtaking instant, it peaks. The world seems to explode in a kaleidoscope of bliss, and you are utterly consumed by it. Your heart races, your breath catches, and for a moment, you are weightless, suspended in a universe of pure pleasure.

Luckily for you, Choso is right there with you. His mind dips into a ocean of pleasure and before he can put a stop to it, he is spilling load upon loads of himself in you.

Damn it, he should've done this sooner.