Pony Sona Haha-

A rose for a corpse.

I wanted to do some fanart of Corpse_Husband as I’ve been sucked into the simp hole. 

Edit: Since people seem to like this design a lot, you can get a sticker of it on my Redbubble if you’d like! :D

lemanosoar.redbubble.com 

Blue.

I present to you Cowboy Billy 🤠 🔥

Why is this everywhere and why can’t I get enough

This is what Rasputin would’ve wanted.

Are you thinking of making your recent Corpse husband drawing into a pin? I would totally love to have it on my lanyard!

I would love to though I do not have the resources for it, the best I can offer is a sticker or a fridge magnet which is listed on my Redbubble: lemanosoar.redbubble.com

Thank you for the interest though! It means the world to me that people enjoy my art :DDD

Billy Hargrove Icon Commission for @applewillowstone

Comm's are open, dm me.

Some Techno designs :D

trying new brushes ^_^

DONT look at me…..

"You know," Billy Hargrove slurs into Steve's ear, breathe soaked in whiskey and cigarette smoke. "You've got really pretty... pretty eyes."

"Uhm." Steve glances up from his cup to Billy. Waits for a laugh, an insult and a joke, but there's nothing following. Billy's eyes are glassy, reminding Steve of huge blue oceans. He has to be wasted as fuck. Just an hour ago he called Steve King Loser.

"...Thank you?"

Billy smiles at him, a little goofy, way too happy considering he's talking to a guy he hates. He lifts his hand and Steve almost flinches, but he puts a finger on Steve's temple. Tender, almost careful.

"I like your face," he tells Steve.

"Okay, I think you had too much."

Steve tries to grab the bottle Billy is holding. Billy clutches the bottle against his chest, letting go of Steve's face. It's a bit disappointing. People are staring. Steve can hear them snickering. The air is stuffy. Stupid party crowd. He doesn't want people to see Billy like that. He must admit, he likes him like that.

"Let's go," he says to him. Holding out his hand like an idiot. Billy stares at it. Steve never noticed how long his lashes are.

Billy takes his hand, when Steve is about to drop it. Unsure, like he has never done it before.

"He's going to hate me for it," Steve announces. The crowd laughs, because that's how the script of the cruel play that is Highschool goes.

They walk outside. Or rather, Billy stumbles and Steve drags him.

"Are we goin' to yours?" Billy asks.

"Sure," Steve says. He thought he'd drive Billy home, but Billy sounds so hopeful.

Getting Billy into the car is a struggle, because he doesn't want to let go of Steve's hand. Yeah. This one had way too many.

"Is this a date?" Billy babbles.

Steve nearly drives over his neighbor's prized roses. Jesus. A date?

"I hope it is," Billy mumbles, already halfway asleep on the passenger's seat.

Steve parks the car. This wouldn't be the worst first date he had, he thinks.