rampagingBeast

pancakestein:

genious

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tumblino:

headcanon for feferi’s hair

heheheh i’ve missed pencil

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n4ut:

CONTROL FREAK

wow hmm

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synco:

help i love this brush too much!!!

bdaw~

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tigerlilyturnedblue:

I made a bunch of these but shippingname’s submit is closed.

The Fresh Prince of Bel Heir is fucking gold

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cybernetictoothedwhale:

<sub>She breathed deeply.
The world around her shifted through unctuous waves as the sweet-chili orb burned its way lower and lower into a teal embrace. It was her favourite time of day, a glorious spread of scents enveloping her, a much better fare than any breakfast.
Sweet fruity undertones crept into the sun’s spice, dampening its harsh flavour into something softer. Against the berry juice of the sky, sprays of sugarsilk pitted their lucidity as they folded slowly into the richest of vanilla buttercream; a billowing froth of folded peaks.
The sun left a final bite on the horizon before surrendering into a slow explosion of orange zest and crushed raspberry. Shadows danced gleefully in the sharp edge of blackcurrant shot with plumes of cherry and silk.
A fine shroud of honey settled low, swirling the candied tufts of the sky into effervescent saffron crystals edged in a smart lace of cranberry. The forest below was awash with the tang of mango.
Everything seemed suspended in syrup; a glowing maple entombment that passed by on a solemn blackberry pall.
There was a lingering aftertaste of cloves and paprika before finally, finally – velvety liquorice closed its sweeping curtain. A curl of mint ended the cascade with a simple sweetness.

Her glasses flicked idly between limp fingers. This was her ritual, her waking escape from lemon-lime dreams and chalk dust. The scales she collected were an attempt to rival this fleeting banquet of scents but they never seemed to rival its sheer olfactory power, its balance of soft and sharp. But they sated her appetite until the next evening.
Wordlessly she slid from her perch. The familiar peal from her husktop beckoned. She ran her tongue over teeth bared in a grin as her red shades settled back into their customary place on the bridge of her nose. Whoever was pestering her had the evasive scent of something spidery. Maybe Vriska wanted to tell her about the sunset, to rub her nose in her loss of vision.
Well, she had just done that, herself.
And it was D3L1C1OUS.</sub>

Oh look I accidentally writing
But yep. Happy birthday milkshake.
Sometimes you just gotta sit back and watch the sunset~ c:

seriously one of the best pieces of fan fiction i have ever read.

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amperehope:

banditry:

lalondes are classy ladies

I love art styles like that.

awesome

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deadling:

txt it roxy

sketch requests that are helping me loosen up my hand

wow pls fullview

ahh! roxy girl!

skaritagonehomestuck:

Rose Lalonde isn’t a pillar of ice. She’s a glacier. 

When Rose is upset, you don’t see it. She doesn’t show it to anyone, you see. Anger or mild irritation? Yes, certainly. But sadness? Unhappiness, despair? No, those are hers, sealed beneath a wall of stiff upper lip and practicality. So when cracks appear in the glacier you don’t see them because they don’t happen on the surface first, they begin buried deep within the remnants of a frozen ocean chilled over by logic and an eternity of cocooning herself in a passive-aggressive attitude. 

When you finally see the effects of despair or depression on the face of Rose Lalonde you do not see elegant tears, you see the entire wall of ice as it slips into the goddamn ocean and you get frighteningly catastrophic results.

oo miss lalonde oo indeed

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pelicaneggs:

dont you dare think i forgot cherry karkat was a thing that happened

what the shit ahh

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brigriv:

Okay. Anon is so kawaii I had to.

mmm i enjoyy

palolabg:

I get bored in class easily yes

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buttpilgrim:

felixize:

castelloinaria:

The Imperial Condesce: |x|x|
The Dolorosa: |x|  
Photographer:  |Chi|

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These are some of the photos from our ancestor photoshoot!
We didn’t manage to get a full group shot BUT we did get some really nice pairing shots and single ones. 

I’m not as happy with this cosplay as i should be given the time i took to make. Mainly i was aiming for accuracy to the original drawing by Hussie -minus the black face- which i did manage slightly..sort of? 

Anyways! There will be some more to come on my Empress cosplay, until then I  ) (OP—-E you MAK-E it through these photos ALIV-E!

FIRST REBLOG

NUMBER ONE ASH FAN

w o w

heeee

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omg

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vextik:

gosh this terezi was so good!!

oh wow

daymnn

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