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surprise my other hobbies are window shopping and fashion
#something something having hobbies across fields genres media and subjects can only enrich and influence your artmaking#because Mikey strikes me as a maximalist#Donnie gives me vintage and statement pieces feelings#Leo... minimalist with a sprinkling of avant silhouettes and a dash of retro#Raph... just wears what April suggests with the barest idea of what he likes#wherein my iteration April is deep in the goth an punk scene so she gotta drag this turtle man through her closet#legoclacking my usual linework with fashion illustration was a fkkn trip#god there's a look from Balmain RTW AW 2016 i wanna put my Leo in.....#fuck it I will who's gonna stop me?#balmain?#i'm so curious what the kids will tag this as#i say tagging everything but what this is#snack iteration?#my iteration?#i know the red blue glasses is gonna get one of these kids tagging it as rise#others gonna clock their li'l dumpling heads and tag as 03#what they don't know is my iteration is mainly based off Archie run comics and Next Mutation#mehehehehehehehehe#...hiiiiiiiii kiiiiiiiiiing#OuO#accessories was tough because I like it costume and avant#so it was a miracle finding a “normal” bracelet#and a bigger miracle it happened to feature the water trigram#mwah mwah beautiful coincidence#weekend negates demon hours stop snitching
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Zack couldn't promise there wouldn't be more monsters attacking the slums. If she recalls they hadn't been together long before a group of monsters attacked them. The SOLDIER would fight the monsters off just like he did then. Not that she couldn't do it herself. She had made it perfectly clear she was more than capable of that. Those glowing azure eyes peer back at her curiously. His trademark grin highlighting his features. Something he can't help but do whenever he looks at her.
Zack doubted things could be as simple as all that, but he hoped that it was. He'd had enough of the adventuring and the fighting; At least for now.
"Hey let's not go dragging Tifa into this. I think we can figure things out, just the two of us."
There is definitely a wink that follows his words. An insinuation that perhaps he has not had his fill of their time alone. He leans in dangerously close then. His gaze staring deeply into those emerald hues.
@lastflowerpetal
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Everyone gangsta until you realise that "=U=" at the end of the Croats sentence is not an emoji
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Guys.... hey guys guess where I am...
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now that i got my paypal working its like i see every artist and go I CAN COMMISSION YOU I NEED TO COMMISSION YOU but then i remember i am so scared all the time
#dogboytalks#unfortunate#hiiiiii cool artist. Could You. Draw me kissing this nerd#or this Old Ass Man#OuO
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My favorite series of uncommon emoji faces to make is this:
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(Read as: pupils dilating wide like a cat that sees something it Must Murder
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(i dont have a selfship blog and my main is personal so using asks instead) im a lackadaisy selfshipper!!!! i selfship with freckle (romantic) and rocky (familial)!
OMG HIIIIIIIII That's epic uh. How are you?
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I have a confession to make: Seeing art of G-man in like. Dresses and stuff. Makes me really happy because I really struggle with my feminine side. But look at that! It just. Feels nice.
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💋 your choice?
They sit by the campfire that night. A cloudless sky and a sea of stars shining overhead. Those purple orbs glow slightly in the fire's light. Their fixation; his tiefling companion that sits next to him. In truth, Drizzt feels bad for Karlach. She has spent the better part of the evening regaling him with his own tales and exploits. It is quite clear she is a big fan. It is almost embarrassing really, at least for him.
The drow does not feel like the great and legendary hero she has been lead to believe him to be. Still her excitement is something to see.
"Enough Karlach please."
He holds a hand up as a gesture for her to stop. There is no missing the hint of a smile underneath his hood. He didn't know how much longer she could go on reciting the exploits of his life, but he could bare it no more.
"Tell me of yourself my friend. Tell me your story, since it seems you are so well versed with mine."
And so she does. She shares with him the great tragedy that had befallen her. Of her escape from the hells and a life time of war. It is a story the exiled drow is quite intimately familiar with. For there had been a time when the legendary ranger, Drizzt Do'Urden had made a similar journey.
When he left the home of the spider queen and sojourned to the surface world.
When she is finished, he shares with her a story many do not know. The story of a young drow forced into a life that tore at the very fabric of his soul. He spoke of his father, the weapon master Zaknafein. There was a great measure of pride when did so. None he had met in Drow society had been like him, save his father. Of the rest of his family he was far less eager to speak of.
A life time of power struggle. Endless horrors and killings committed in the Spider Queen's name. That was Menzoberranzan. He told her how men were little more than slaves. How all the great houses plotted against one another. Countless murders and genocides carried out in Lolth's name. He told her of the raid in which he faked the death of a moon elf child. How he did not have the heart to kill an innocence like the rest of his kin.
When he learned the real truth of what it meant to be Drow, and of their dark god.
"Thus I fled. I could live with it no longer, the horrors of my people. Ten years I spent in the Underdark hunting and killing for survival. More animal than man, until finally I came to the surface world. From there it seems... you know the rest."
He is surprised to find warm fingers touching his own then. The distance between them fleeting somewhere in between the story telling. Her other hand comes up to tug the hood away from the ranger's face, and for a brief moment they are eye to eye closer than they have ever been before.
"Sounds like we've both had hard lives, aye soldier?"
It only takes a few moments of staring into her eyes for the distance between them to close completely. Their lips coming together in the tenderest of ways.
@infernaliscor
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