Jun 10, 2017
☆ *puts Thresh and Zoey in the "Our Get Along Shirt"* "Kill me..."
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☆ *puts Thresh and Zoey in the "Our Get Along Shirt"* "Kill me..."
@bilgewaters-shadows
So far with the Hextech crafting, the most skins I’ve gotten from it for a single champ, out of all 136 champions, are for Ezreal. Frosted, Nottingham, and Debonair. Riot, are you trying to tell me to main Ezreal now? Because it sure sounds like it.
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Warmup of the day! Zoey Kilduff @bilgewaters-shadows I’ve been so distracted cause I was watching tv with roommates. But I hope it’s okay qwq [And I hope it’s okay that I used the reference sheet on your page instead of the reblog ohjeepers I didn’t think about that im sorry!] Time taken: Like forever and super distracted the entire time. about 25 actually drawing
♏ "Hey, Graves, do ye know where th- OHMYGOD!!"
“Huh?” Graves sits down in a chair, sewing a few holes in his pants by the fire. Of course, now that he has no pants on, he has only his underwear to sit in, a pair of white briefs. His other equipment sits aside, leaving his chest bare. “’M busy, kid. Whaddya lookin’ for?” He’s unconcerned by her barging in.
//Drawing ask prompt for @bilgewaters-shadows It turned out quite... meh... even poor, I'd say. I'm pressing the pencil too hard. So, you can see the contours of @zaunites-finest and my attempt to redraw Zoey's neck because I had made this too thin. Either way, thank you!
bilgewaters-shadows replied to your photo: I just recalled that it’s Saturday. I never pause...
GREEB NO
GREEB YES!!!
Just as the girl turned around from running backwards while watching her pursuers lose her, she couldn't stop as she accidentally ran straight into Graves. "Piss!" she yelped. "Sorry! Sorry! Shit I'm sorry!" she apologized as she scrambled to get up with her pouch of silver serpents.
“Huh?” Graves barely notices as he’s bumped into. He turns around, looks at the coin at the ground and back to her. “Y’been stealin’?” Well she’s obviously guilty of something, or she would have been watching where she was going.
A lone girl of 26 sat at a table in the quiet pub looking around the place as if she were waiting for someone to come. In truth, she wasn't. It was just a habit of hers. The fingers of her metal prosthetic hand tapped against the glass of her bourbon and rum concoction as a calming stimulation.
Smoke wafts from one side of his mouth as Graves leans back in his chair, attempting to be at ease. It’s been a harrowing day, though that’s nothing new to him, and there’s nowhere better to be after a long day than at the pub with a drink.
He’s seated at a table in the back as he eyes a new customer coming in and taking her own seat. Haven’t seen her around, and he generally recognizes the goers of this particular pub. Graves shrugs and takes a swig of his drink.