I GOT ITTO!!! BARKS

painted her last night

is her hermione granger bag for sale bc i need one

Finally make the character bean that gonna be in the comic I plant to put in the contest qwq

Meet DayDream a Drink Fankid

- she born from from Part of Ink Magic and Dream positivity

- she is 19 years old

- she love fashion alot, that why she becomes a fashion designer ^^

- DayDream have a small bag that can hold alot of stuff ( is all women secret, a small bag is just like a blackhole qwq)

- Can summon Ecto, she dont use them much

- Love her family alot especially with all her siblings ( like other shipkid )

- she have this big sis vibe kinda like : "Ara Ara~"..... Nah jk idk she is very kind and just big sis type uwu

- she dont open her eyes much since when she was born, her eyes is weak toward light. She can still see and feel the surrounding with positive and creative energy.

- live alone in The Multiverse ( I need more development on her live place qwq)

- DayDream wont be affected much with negativity but it still hurt abit

- crush? Idk depends? Qwq I make her on the spot idk who she will like in the future, though I plan to ship her with Milkyway from the previous post

Am so proud of her design qwq

Dream is by jokublog

Ink is by Comyet

Yuck old art

Its redraw time

Marks and Rec: Misc #2202

(“What?”) (Dialogue from twitter.)

we'll miss you, fox mom. <3

Spooky scary skeleton

obsessed

how does one draw skirts. or backgrounds. help.

I held his dusting body in my arms, watching as his lifeless body crumbled away to nothing. Tears pricked my eyesockets, threatening to fall.

His own eyesockets, once filled with life and joy, were empty, black holes, staring into my mess of a SOUL and filling me with grief.

"You're so beautiful," I whisper, bringing his skull up to mine and planting a kiss on his forehead. "You know that, right, Qatas? I love you so, so much."

Tears trickled down my face, landing on Qatas' body and mixing with the dust, creating a sickly, muddy substance.

I rocked him back and forth, trying to pretend he was still with me. The wind rippled his clothing, creating the illusion that he was still breathing.

Cold seeped into my bones, the consequences of kneeling on snow suddenly hitting me. I started to shake, the shock and icy breeze being the cause.

After a while, I was holding nothing but his jacket, all dusty and wet.

Even his scarf snake was dead.

I wrapped the long, blue overcoat around my body, savoring the warmth and his smell, which was still on the item.

I inhaled shakily, my shoulders drooping.

And with my anger, sorrow and guilt all weighing in my SOUL, I screamed.

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Have some Qatvas angst because me n kio were taking abt death

Here's the pic I based it off of,

Art by @thegreatoukio