#drewgod

[inkrisen]

“Did somebody say anvil gag??”

Cue a loud crash in the distance, followed by several screams.

[crookedhalc]

"Susie! Just the gal I'm looking for." Comes the CEO's voice out of her immediate field of vision, sounding as boisterous and excitable as he typically projected. Approaching in easy strides, a warm, familiar hand settles on the small of her back, nudging her along with him as he makes his way down the hall. "Walk with me. There's a big project comin' up that I'd like to talk to you about."

Never before could a voice capture her attention the way Joey’s could. The boisterous, sudden swells of excitement he emanated never failed to crescendo the moment he entered a room; it was a way about him, able to conduct all eyes in his direction simply with his god-given passion. It was part of his charm and a reason Susie continued to catch a case of the flutters whenever the man was nearby. A warm smile tugs upward at the corners of painted lips as her figure turns to face the studio’s owner. Placing her current task on standby, Susie set the lyrical sheet in her grasp down – it could wait. As green eyes sought blue, an all too familiar warmth found the small of her back. 

                            “ Oh? – I’ll be back in a jiff, fellas’! “

There was no time for even so much as a wave of acknowledgement before the canary was escorted out of the band room by the devil himself. Curiosity piqued, she didn’t dare drop professional formalities until a few corners were rounded and privacy eventually granted. Then, and only then, would their masquerade fall to allow their true relationship to be freely expressed. Regardless, the itch to know what this fuss was about was just dying to be scratched.

                            ‘ Share your dreams with me. ‘

It had been a request of hers – one made in private what felt to be years ago. A promise was made in return. He had upheld their swear ever since.

                    “ No holdin’ back on me now, darlin’. Hit me with this grand project of yours. “

[birusoda]

Leaves a little folded note on her desk. If unraveled, it says, "You've got to dream big!"

oh. 

FUCK.

[kalamxs-archived]

Though the little fella hasn't popped in in quite some time, there's a Joey waiting for him. "Can't go slackin' on the job now, sport! Time is money, and Joey Drew Studios sure is off the clock without it's star!"

“Hah! You go ‘round talkin’ ‘bout slackin’? I didn’t see ya in weeks, Drew!”

“But you’re right on that. The show must go on!”

[smoressovereign]

Ah what a wonderful Shitposting family we have here! @drewgod @aceofintuition @pipesflowforeverandever and @halfusek Enjoy this beautiful art of the bois!

[aceofintuition]

- 2:30 AM Ace voice- one does not simply just Draw the God of Drews

[pathesis]

🎄 :3c

I like an office romance as much as the next person but give me a lil warning!

Never in a million years would I think I’d be self-shipping with Joey drew. unfortunately, @drewgod has been pointing me in that direction. STOP MAKING MAKING MY HEART DO THINGS.

also god bless for @heavensong for Joey Design. 

[ink-stained-sketches]

Did you hear about the italian chef?

“Was he…” Henry giggles slightly “An IMPASTA?!” He can’t help but laugh at the joke even though he half told it.