enough about taylor swift already. reblog and tag the smallest, least known artist you listen to

Starting a picrew chain because I'm bored as hell

here is the picrew :)

And a not entirely accurate Luigi <3

A silly goofy fact for you all<3: All of my shirt collars give or take a few shirts are chewed up like that lmao

I'm tagging (but if you want to join go ahead<3): @fvcking-stupid-666 @dawntones & @acetheidiotinacloset

It's

Mother

Fucking

SPRING

i dunno actually.. when I feel depressed, I want to draw Sniper.

Tryna figure out how to draw this cryptid ....

HE GOT A BIG SHINY GRIN WRAPPED IN LIPS FULLA DEATH — [X]

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me & the boys play fighting in the woods

It takes a little bit. There are loud whirring sounds and a torrent of swears coming from the kitchen down the hall, but that couldn't possibly be related, could it? Nah, everything's probably fine. A bit after the commotion, Rico arrives as promised, bringing with him a glass of water, a bottle of pills, a heating pad under his arm, and a tall glass full of a frosty tan concoction. He looks a bit rumpled and there are spatter marks on his shirt that match the color of the stuff in the glass. "Here you are, luv. Ibuprofen, heating pad, glass of water, chocolate shake. Made it meself so it should be good, yeah?"

-hissing at the idea of having to go to one of the medics because he feels bad right now....he's just gonna let himself just....wait it out hopefully.-

"Right. Go t' bed, get comfy. I'll be there in a tic with your stuff."

Brushing Rudolf's hair aside, Rico planted a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead and set off to gather up the requested items. Two would be a simple medbay raid, the third...

Rico had never used a blender before. No need. Well, no time like the present to learn.

-hissing at the idea of having to go to one of the medics because he feels bad right now....he's just gonna let himself just....wait it out hopefully.-

"Hmm. Well fine. You don't gotta say, it's all over your face that you don't wanna talk about it, wotever it is. So tell me how I can help, yeah? Cuz I can't just watch you be miserable and do fuck all."

In the meantime, he gently combed his fingers through Rudolf's feathers, setting any loose ones aside (and pocketing any especially pretty ones that came free).

-hissing at the idea of having to go to one of the medics because he feels bad right now....he's just gonna let himself just....wait it out hopefully.-

"I know y'dont. They kinda bloody suck. But this sucks too. Look at you, you're peaked as fuck. I didn't even know you could still get sick so it must be real bad."

Rico sighed.

"Look, I ain't used t' having this. Important people in my life wot care about me an' all. I don't want any'a you lot t' suffer at all. Even if I got t' make you see the doc."

-hissing at the idea of having to go to one of the medics because he feels bad right now....he's just gonna let himself just....wait it out hopefully.-

Rico sighs, running his slender fingers over the Cleaner's forehead, lips pursed.

"You should see a doc if you ain't feeling good. I know they ain't your favorite and I'll come with if it'd help, but I don't like seein' you all miserable."

-hissing at the idea of having to go to one of the medics because he feels bad right now....he's just gonna let himself just....wait it out hopefully.-

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Luv. :folds arms:

-hissing at the idea of having to go to one of the medics because he feels bad right now....he's just gonna let himself just....wait it out hopefully.-

I like drawing this fella ngl

There was a slight pause, almost an automatic application of wariness, before Rico let his guard down and shook back. The lack of a knife stuck in between his ribs was a pleasant surprise. "I'm gonna assume that ain't your name seein' as I ain't met one'a your types yet wot gave their real one right off, but yeh. Charmed. Always nice t' meet a Spook wot ain't a total bloody drongo." He gave a slight grin, but at the crack about poisoning his team's Sniper, Rico sniffed a bit. He knew it was a joke, but still. Reflexively, he reached into his hip pouch and yanked out a teal bottle- a small heal pop he was saving just in case. Instead, he handed it over to LeBlanc. "For the lip. That silver tongue loses a mite of its charm when comin' outta a bloodied-up gob."

"Let us see if you can fight as well as you shoot." Laurent spat, holding up his knife. His cover and cloak had been blown when a particularly close bomb had startled him out of it. Now it was up to himself to save his ass.

"...fuckin' Spook." Rico all but spat, lowering his rifle and pulling his Bushwacka out of its sheath with a flourish. The massive serrated knife glinted, the Sniper's grey eyes steely. "You got any brains in that pretty head that ain't solely devoted t' lyin' and-or screwin' people over, put 'em to use and get out of me bloody nest. Y'don't know wot you're dealin' with an' you don't want to." Eyeing the red armband that was on his black uniform today, he sighed. Somehow, by some vague tally that Rico was keeping in his brain, BLU Spies were a bigger pain in the ass than their RED counterparts, and that was saying something. Pressing his back to the wall, he growled through bared and gritted teeth, hoping the fancy drongo would take the hint and make himself scarce.