Japanese GP 2026 - Media Day | 📸 Clive Rose

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Japanese GP 2026 - Media Day | 📸 Clive Rose
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@huntrixdontquit i saw your post and i thought it was funny so i drew it
It's been a while I don't post anything here, anyway, OC
OC-tober Day 12: OC in Another Artist's Style!
I don't care if Monster High gen 1 isn't an "artist." EFANNE AS A MONSTER HIGH BIRD GIRL IS WHAT I WANTED TO DRAW.
OC-tober prompts by @Inked_Wing on twitter
Artfight attack #9 for @yeeshastone
“there's also gold, sex, revenge... quite the list, really. but failing any of those, i will always settle for shallow praise.” / ira being annoying
﹙ 𐊌 ﹚ baldur's gate, entreaty from @allmonster . . .
at first his eyes had blinked and widened, the only indication that he had been caught in mild surprise; afterwards, they had more comfortably and characteristically turned to near slits in scowling contempt. it was hardly the sort of discussion to be had given where they were, traversing an otherwise busy terrain where roads inter-locked, and the bustle of os alta's markets were fluttering with noise and human kind. his disagreements with the other on a place to stay had not gone his way, and when he had not succeeded in finding one himself, focus splintered by sounds, ira had come down to the rescue. now he was taunting, however affectionately, and in response a hand of his had shot out, striking ira's arm.
❛❛ shut up, ❜❜ he snapped with a huff of breath (and warmth on his neck), before he whirled around where ira could not see his face, turning away from him. ❛❛ you'd get a slap from me quicker than praise. enough of your waffling. ❜❜ he had made to leave. boots hard on the wooden floor, and a headache brewing where he could touch it. but there were cool fingers around his wrist, reeling him right back where he was, half-against a chest and scent of salt-sea spray. he furrowed his brows, frowning hard. ❛❛ pig. ❜❜