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the way that pinterest erases artist credit kills me. I had to do a reverse google search on this one drawing to find some random russian livejournal to put that through google translate to find the english version of the bulgarian artist's name so I could then google that and finally find her artstation. LINK THE FUCKING SOURCE PLEASE.
how do yous turn yalls asks on bc its not showing for me
Life as a lee sucks when you don’t have a ler 😭😭 I want to get wrecked so badly 😔
Can yall start using tumblr like teenagers on nickelodeon used slap.com? xx
Someone send me asks plz, can be about anything really
I an extremely bored :/
Alright, Bowser x Reader (Jack Black, of course)
Tiny Bowser is just a teeny little man and Reader, who is friends with Mario and Luigi, doesn’t really get the whole “Committed various war crimes” part. She treats Bowser like a pet, in a way. Like, she’s aware that he’s a sentient being, but he’s just so little.
Anyways, something happens and the mushroom wears off and instead of going for Peach, he goes for the one person that treated him like someone other than an evil overlord. Reader.
Cue Beauty and The Beast speedrun where Reader realizes that he’s still her little man
the little imaginary guy running n doing parkour outside the car window when you were a kid:
YamTien folks where y’all at⁉️⁉️🗣️🗣️🗣️
G Guhh…
#EUGENE: mom, i'm tired.
Yeah
Uhmm actually ☝️🤓 here's how I usually draw iterator eyes in such style
I decided to reduce the amount of unnecessary details so that this picture could be perceived as a whole instantly, and I think it fits the eerie vibe well :)
Y'all Douglas Mortimer is so hot, but Angel Eyes is literally not bad either. Show him more loveee 😞
“Copia, would you save me if I was kidnapped by ghosts?”
All is quiet in the bedroom for several seconds, the question hanging in the air before Copia rolls over, his eyes bleary from sleep as he looks at you.
“Eh…what?” His tired face screws up in confusion. “Why are ghosts kidnapping you?”
“Don’t think too much into it, just answer the question.”
Copia has the good nature to look amused by your early, early morning question, his arms wrapping around you to pull you across the mattress, squeezing you to him like a teddy bear as he rests his cheek just above yours.
“Mmm, I would be very sad, amore,” he mumbles, closing his eyes as he nuzzles sweetly into your skin. “Very angry that ghosts took you from me.”
“So what would you do?” His sweet embrace is rapidly drawing you back to sleep, your voice soft.
“Ah, la risposta è semplice. I would summon an entire demonic army to save you and deliver the ghosts unto Satan,” Copia heaves a sleepy sigh, his voice growing quieter. “Their souls would burn in the pit in eternal hellfire.”
You stir and twist in his embrace to look at him. “Wait, you can do that?”
Copia hooks a leg around yours and readjusts you, his body like a weighted blanket to calm your racing little mind. He drags the covers firmly over you both. “Go to sleep, amore.”
You fall into silence for several seconds.
“I love you, Copia.”
A lingering kiss to your forehead, a soothing thumb across your brow. “And I love you, so very much,” he says.