REAL CLOWN KILLER

a friend of mine commissioned a drawing of syndra & i’m a sucker for ionian girls

Ahri x Syndra [Comission]

(Please credit me if you repost my art)

Friends

water elemental lux is severely underappreciated

in two months i’m meeting my boyfriend of over a year for the first time irl and i could really use some money to help me out with that. so i’m opening up donations and art commissions!

WON’T DRAW anthro (just ears are fine) pedophilia/incest sex/sexual acts

WILL DRAW pin-ups body horror/gorey stuff basically everything else

for more info on what i can draw, as well as additional examples & pricing, check out my weebly!

shading practice. im not confident with color TnT. 

Hi good morning this website is fucking insane. where do we, collectively, get off talking about anyone like this with such smug, enlightened self assurance

every time I burp I legally have to do a rick sanchez impression or they won’t let me see my family again

and every time we kiss i swear i could fly

sometimes u just gotta put on your cowboy hat and be both the cowboy shooting at your own feet in rapid succession and telling yourself to dance and also the cowboy dancing away from your own bullets with stunning accuracy 

New Game Plus

In her essay Tik Tok the great philosopher Ke$ha declared that ‘the party don’t start till I walk in.’ which is clearly meant to convey that any recreational gathering is not truly a party until Ke$ha herself arrives.

But what if Ke$ha were to leave the party for some period of time only to then walk in again? This paradoxical scenario in which a party must simultaneously already exist and not exist yet is known as Ke$ha’s Quantum Party and has stumped theoretical physicists for decades.

Ke$ha clearly states that “when I leave for the night I ain’t comin’ back” (Animal 2.4), and furthermore, that “Tonight, Imma fight/‘Til we see the sunlight” (2.13-14), implying that she will neither depart nor desist from celebration until the following solar recurrence; moreover, she asserts in the refrain that “…the party don’t stop, no” (2.16), sagely reassuring us that no spacetime-rending event will occur.

From here on out, to avoid confusion, I am going to end any joking statement I write on tumblr dot com with a large, high-res photograph of a clown, to indicate that it’s written in jest.

you’re joking, right?

Do you see a clown?

I decided I’m gonna draw all the new characters with my eye style at least once – Maki was the only one without them at the moment sooooo~

I really want to read a murder mystery where one character is just constantly drenched in blood, looking like they were coming back from murdering someone, and just everyone waits for them to be the killer, and it never fucking is.