i just wanted to draw pawfeet trolls but then ears happened and then tails happened and i just
i
ok
[[wooden pawfoot]]
i just wanted to draw pawfeet trolls but then ears happened and then tails happened and i just
i
ok
[[wooden pawfoot]]
contrivertruesight replied to your post: Would it be okay if I just declared you DJ? If you don’t want to that’s okay. If you do, I owe you.
Alright then. I think I still owe you though.
DJ knight of bloodthirsty beats
name is tentative.
i am wearing the cuban pete shirt.
here reblargs this 4 ash bcuz this is what i was talking about the other day
contrivertruesight replied to your post: tireas and rk are like glados and wheatley in a…
stop i am going to wake my sister shiiiiit
you put me IIn a potato you dIIck.
eventually this is going to have to happen…………………………..
right in the kokoro
help i drew this and now i’m dead
qt
tireas grubby doesn’t know how to handle all of this affection!!!!
asdf
Tireas.
D9 this.
In that c9dpiece.
9h my G9d.
that’s not a codpiece that’s buttfloss
(Source: kinomatika)
an email goes out to every one in karkat and feferi’s address books
Her Imperial Conviality Feferi Vantas and Lord Consort Karkat Vantas announce the birth of their new sons
- Terrell Ratakk Vantas, Navy Blue Male, Born April 8th 2012 at 4:18 AM
- Blaise Jackson Vantas, Teal Male, Born April 8th 2012 at 5:46 AM
- Gilbert Keegan Vantas, Red Male, Born April 8th 2012 at 5:55 AM
i
i have no excuse
help me
literally the sexiest image
Is it just me, or does he look like Matt Smith? Just… asking.
Art by; Xamag-chan
Psst… Hey… Tireas… Hey Tireas…
(Source: ninja-pillow)
You keep a steady eye on the quartet from your corner and are prepared when they disband for a break. Within a minute, you’ve filled their now empty spot.
Before you even lift the viol, you glance about to make sure Feferi is with Tireas, Karkat close enough should they exchange places. This is the best gift you have to give the couple, and you want it to mean to them as much as it means to you.
Once you’re assured everything is in place, you assume the position without a word. For a change, you don’t have any words that would accurately describe your feelings or wishes, so you put your bow to the strings and allow Ophelia to speak for you.
The slow tune begins soft, almost sad, but steadily progresses into something romantic and passionate. It’s a bit of an aggregate; inspired by a song you heard playing in the capital, where the sea met the land, but influenced heavily by the waltzes meant for matesprit pairs at the ball you attended as a wriggler, all pulled together and restyled ever so slightly by your own hand.
You don’t rush, drawing it out somewhere between five and ten minutes. You need time, you think, to pour onto the strings what you feel for them and what you suppose they feel for one another.
You wish stabmom could’ve made it for the parent-dance that Tireas and Feferi commence, but suppose that she wishes the same of her stabdad.
instead, you decide to pick up your rosieposie and bells in your arms and have a different kind of parent-dance.
as Feferi rests her head on Tireas’ shoulder, you plant little kisses on your babies’ foreheads and move in a slow little circle just like the other couple.