#mightybucks

[syzygyohmega]

the whole syzygy gang is arrivin’ soon! 

[ramblerogue]

THIS IS OLD but 🚲 for NOX and for EVA if you want!!!

🚲 = OC in athletic gear 

Thank you Micaelah!!!! Eva probably has a whole closet full of athletic clothes and would Actually Work Out At The Gym. Meanwhile Nox would tag along and pretend to do work, but actually would just mess around on Snapchat and exploit the free smoothie bar. But she’d look cute doing it!

[jubilucky]

YO SAD FIGHT DAD, CHEER UP! 

for @negajustice, thirty minutes late but happy, happy birthday friend. 

[infinitejustice]

Palette challenge with @mightybucks !! We drew each others characters, this is Micaelah’s Starbound dude Sawyer! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICAELAH I FINISHED EARLY!!

[merrigelblogs]

mightybucks replied to your post “Tagged by the awesome @in-a-hat !! ONE insecurity: My general...”

I LOVE THIS 😭😭

AWWW THANK YOU

[o-0-o-0-o-0-o]

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR STUFF THAT YOU DRAW IT IS AMAZING AND SO BEAUTIFUL

thanks so much!

[c3rises]

YOU ART IS ABSOLUTELY PRECIOUS YOU ARE SO TALENTED?!?? YOU GIVE SO MUCH LIFE TO THE CHARACTERS??!?!? OH MY WORD THANK YOU FOR BLESSING US WITH YOUR DRAWINGS

fdghsfhsfjglkfhfjgfhsfdgsdgfhdhTHANK YOU!!! im always a bit scared 2 post in the tags bc im embaressed but ths is so nice ❤️❤️❤️

[akathecentimetre]

OHHH MY GOSHHH can you do (totally non-slash) qui gon and obi wan age swap au????????

“I must formally request that you stop growing.”

“If I could do anything about it,” Qui-Gon said, only the slightest edge in his smooth voice betraying his irritation from underneath his hood, “I can assure you I would, Master. May I ask what has occasioned this latest iteration of your insecurities?”

“Hm,” Obi-Wan said, laughter in his eyes and his beard crinkling; Qui-Gon, for a moment, had the decency to look and feel briefly ashamed of himself. “I do not ask on my own behalf, Padawan, I can assure you. It’s only that our opposing negotiants appear to attach a relatively large amount of importance to the height of an interlocutor during diplomatic meetings. 

“May I, therefore,” he continued, quieting to a conspiratorial whisper, “ask for a slouch, at least? Unless you have a burning desire to take my place in the hammering-out of this treaty?”

Qui-Gon blinked; paused; and then, just to try it out, stooped a little. It was actually rather comfortable, he found himself thinking, later, when he allowed himself to slide into a contorted pile of robes in his chair during the afternoon session, earning him doubtful looks from the opposite side of the table and a most heartening switch of attention back to his conciliating, persuasive, laughing-under-his-breath-the-absolute-swine Master. Perhaps he would try it out more often...