Does anyone can teach me how to draw Bowser and Luigi?? Ya know .....from the Mario movie???? 👉👈

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Does anyone can teach me how to draw Bowser and Luigi?? Ya know .....from the Mario movie???? 👉👈
Guys I swear I only do serius art I swEAR- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
9:48 AM
Clutching your pencil pouch, textbooks, binder, and notebooks tightly to your chest, you keep jogging lightly through the halls, only slowing down to a regular walk when the doorway of your 3rd period study hall classroom is in sight. Stepping in, you see that Minjae is already sitting at the desk next to yours, his research papers from yesterday for an essay splayed out across it already as he takes a sip from his water bottle, and you feel a small smile play at the corners of your lips.
“Hey,” You greet him while still wearing a small smile after taking a seat and pulling out a few pens and a very thin pad of sticky notes to get ready to resume taking notes for the psychology elective you have, seeing that the clock on the wall says that there’s just a minute or so left before class actually starts, “Still working on that thing for mythology??”
“Yeah, I only have a few more days left to finish it and I’m just barely halfway through my rough draft, so...” He looks over at you and notices that you’re practically drowning in one of the hoodies that’s pretty oversized even on him, and then is unable to bite back the grin that tugs at his lips and the odd sense of satisfaction that wells up in his chest.
“I see that you’re wearing one of my hoodies again.” His tone is soft and affectionate as he regards you with a warm gaze.
“Mm-hmm,” You hum in response, “It’s comfy and it smells like you and the colors that look spattered onto the white remind me of when dawn colors kinda just like… Bleed into the sky and the night just makes way for it slowly but surely. And I just think that’s neat.”
He can feel his heart skip a beat or two at your words, and he finds that he’s somehow falling all over again for you and just a little bit moreso at how soft and pretty-cute and sweet you are, only able to respond with a hum of his own as a reply of sorts before the bell rings just a moment after to signal the start of class.
Awe~ dont be mean my little cherry pie~ you know you wouldn’t have the guts to try and mess with my hair~ -kou
“Yeah well, this ‘Cherry Pie’ is gonna poison your sorry ass if you keep up!”
[Subaru Sakamaki now had Red Hair for the next 1 ASK]
"So, if we're sticking together, does this mean we're, like, finally boyfriend & girlfriend?" ( He couldn't resist this. I think Kitty knows who this is from. :'3 )
Abruptly, a bark of laughter leaves the petite mouse, her head dropping to the side in a display of baffled amusement. God. What was up with him? WHY WAS HE SO PUSHY ABOUT IT? Surely he had to just be kidding. Look at her! She wasn’t exactly the ‘pairing off’ type. He had to see that, didn’t he? Everyone else seemed to. Her heeled feet carry her across the ground, clicking pointedly until she is RIGHT in front of him.
Hm. Dammit. He’s …. SO …. TALL.
For but a moment, her brow is knitted in determination– her shoulders giving a strong roll back as if to silently say ‘HERE WE GO’. But that disposition is quickly dashed, her normal kittenish mien taking over her expression. She plants her hands at his chest and starts walking forward, pushing the parrot with her so they were locked in some awkward tango. And the mouse does not stop until a SEAT is behind the bird– where she gives a SHOVE and …. OOP! There he goes! Tumbling back into a couch cushion.
But she’s not done, yet! Not by a long shot.
Before Mark can protest Kitty’s …. invasive tactics, she’s doubling down and already CLIMBING herself into his lap. Her knees are planted at either side of his legs, so she was straddling the other. All the while, a smile is brandished widely at her lips– her lashes fluttering coquettishly and her hands smoothing down his chest so her fingers could hook into the belt loops of his pants.
❛ Mark. Sweetheart, ❜ she coos, quirking her head to him. ❛ What is this? Primary school? Come now. At least WOO a lady before asking some kind of question like… THAT. Because I’m not adverse to hanging around you for a … bit longer. But – well, obviously, if you want me to staaaaay, it’s got to be fun. Don’t you think so? ❜
Bites his shoulder
@blocdstained
“ GAH! “, it came rather unasked, which was also, why the young man couldn’t hold back a painful - and surprised - scream. His sight soon traveling to the girl.
“ What the heck, potato?! “
y’ALL WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING IN MY INBOX OVER MY FURSONA’S FUR IT AINT THAT FUCKING SPECIAL SHE JUST HAS A LOT OF IT--