#huzzuh

[billyzbug]

Some new characters I made and might never draw again :)

[thcyer]

the orange hue of light spilling into the studio space had finally begun to warm his knee which allotted him the knowledge that there weren’t many hours in the day left. autumn was upon them and the sun always set sooner than anticipated. given twenty more minutes there wouldn’t be any natural light left and he’d be reduced to studio lights and poor imitations of the sun. neither worked well enough for the replica of art he was working on. a degas. one of his favorite artists. in the end however, it proved to be a fruitless task regardless of his end results. the gallery was off limits. there’s no more studying and only so much he could commit to memory.

with a sigh, the male removes his headphones and retires his paint brush to it’s station. when mossy hues return to the studio space it’s brought to his attention that there are but a few souls left lingering about. it seems as though the two in his line of sight had already partnered up so he moves about hastily. transferring his art to the drying rack and messily cleaning his station all for....the buddies to walk right out the door. it’s his own fault for not having spoken up in the first place. a gentle clang lets him know he’s not at a complete loss. someone else is still here, a saving grace that he’s eager to turn to. he turns on his heels towards the sound, but it only takes one look in that direction to know just who was making it. of course.  sutton almost always claimed the same purchase of studio space; the same could be said for himself. it was like an unassigned assigned seat. he knew sutton had come in earlier, he heard him before he blocked out the world with his headphones. sam just figured he had left earlier but that clearly isn’t the case as his pace drags on his way over. his gaze lifts reluctantly to address the other. “do you have a buddy?” god what was this, kindergarten? @rowe-v-theworld

[argentumbullet-blog]

It's Monday again so have a pic of moi

[despairedhope]

I got bob the good boy

[bigfootismyonlyfriend]

Bone hurting juice ass day

[wily-one24]

What's happening?

Hey Tumblr peeps.

Am I still alive? Someone tell me?

Ugh, what a week/fortnight it has been.

Thankfully, the worst is over and I shall hopefully be returning to myself soon.

I might even have the energy to think up some tags to add to the posts again. Who'd've thunk it?

I have spent most of my days like this:

And I do not like it.

[despairedhope]

Good news everyone my stitches are fine and it only took an hour

[noxsplendida]

I'm hongry.............