Needed This. I'll Get To It When I'm Not Constantly Got My Face Buried Into Reading A 50 Chapter Fanfic

@peppermint-moss

I tried drawing it digital but digital art is so hard for me:[

I hate drawing digital. I don't know why.

Edit: the reference sheet in the corner of my digital drawing is peppermint-moss's art.

Can never be too careful.

Decided to draw in @peppermint-moss 's style. This is my first time trying to draw without a full black outline, so it might look funky 😅

Destiny 'Dez' Fischer!

She has a twin brother and is a child of Dionysus. Has a half-brother-same mortal parent, different godly parent- his name is Dante.

Her twin has no name yet, but I'd like it to start with a D. They are quarter British; over half Greek as when Roxanne met Dionysus, Dionysus's wife, Ariadne, was with him. By godly power, they had a child with her. Which gave some of Ariadne's godly DNA to them, but Dionysus's overpowers hers because he did most of it(I am not going into that...maybe). Basically, Ariadne was attracted to Roxanne, but she pulled an Athena and made some of her DNA go into the child(they didn't know it was twins), which made the kids have some of her DNA.

Dez's personality is much like Dionysus. Her twin brother is somewhat like that, but he's more laid back and calm.

Roxanne sat at a bar, asking for her next drink. Her sight was going in and out of focus; she was on her- what? She can't remember what drink she was on. As the bartender gave her drink to her, a couple slipped in the formally empty seats to her left. She didn't pay much attention to them; she sluggishly picked up her drink and began glugging it. As she drained her bottle, the couple beside her started sending glances over at her. She ignored them, slammed her glass down, and ordered another one. Someone shuffled behind her and sat beside her on her right. She realized, glancing over, it was the lady sitting beside the man on her left. But now she was sitting beside her. Why?

The lady, the rather beautiful lady, smiled at her. She glanced to her left, to deeply regret it. The man was staring at her, too. This bar... usually attracts creeps, but she still felt slightly confused. The man leaned toward her, and she noted he was quite handsome. He had pitch black curly hair, that was long enough to curl behind his ears. It was... extremely curly. He had gentle yet fierce purple eyes.

She felt a breath behind her, and a finger graze lightly over her neck and jawline. Her breath hitched; she knew it was the lady.

'Hello, what's your name?' The lady asked.

Roxanne turned her head around, moving out of the lady's reach. 'Why should I tell you?' She replied.

'Fair enough. I'm... uh, Ari.' The lady, 'Ari', seem to lose her cool but then smiled once more, the red lipstick looking gorgeous on her. Roxanne shook her head, frustrated with herself. She's not gay! Why is she starting to feel attracted to this woman? She's like a magnet...

'I'm D. Ari is my wife.' The man behind her spoke, his voice oily. Roxanne swiveled around to look at him.

'Why are ya'll bothering me if you're married?' She questioned.

'Because,' Ari spoke, 'we are both attracted to you.'

'Oh.' Roxanne said, at loss for better words. Roxanne felt her face heaten up as realization sunk in. They liked her. As in... attracted to her, wanting to... she refused to finish that sentence.

'Look... there's rooms upstairs here. We can sense the heat radiating off of you, and the blush is obvious on your pretty little face... we could head upstairs, and you know...' 'D' spoke, smiling wildly at her. She felt anxious, but didn't want to refuse. She whispered, 'uh- sure..?'

'Great! Let's go up, then. D already has a room for us.' 'Ari' spoke behind her, gently grabbing Roxanne's hand.

'Oh! And what's your name?' 'D' asked.

'...Roxanne.'

Relatable af. This is probably a bit different, but i occasionally email my teacher about questions or venting(he said that's allowed) and doesn't bother replying and ends talking to me about it in my fifth hour when I have him. Like, come on! You could at least say, 'we will talk about this fifth hour' or something! Let me have peace of mind! I'll just constantly worry when I need a reply. Just ugh man..

id prefer a “I’m busy rn but I’ll text you later” rather than 8 hours with no text back wondering wya

It isn't love, it isn't hate It's just indifference

I mean I have eaten alot of chicken nuggets in my time...

... what the fuck is this???

Quiet on set please. Tubi Cowboy is manifesting.

Dez thing. There will be more parts since Tumblr has limits to the amount of photos each post.

This is Kobie. He's my D&D character. He's a Tabaxi druid. I'm not entirely sure how backstories must be made in D&D, but I was watching a Bluey video that came in my suggestions, and it was about Chilli having a miscarriage. It's sad, but... I wanted to incorporate that in my story with Kobie. Like he has an older sibling or something that never made it out of the womb. It hurts to think about that stuff. I want to put that into my story, but having a character who I can never flesh them out is frustrating and devastating. Because they are dead. It's sad to think about a child who never got to grow up and be a person.

reblog to tell your mutual you’re proud of them and it’ll all work out