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@iaraNaika Não tem um desenho q eu ache melhor, mas esses foram alguns dos q mais gostei de ter feito esse ano:
They're have no shame-y,
Far away from Lame-y,
(Gave my arty hand an Ache-y)
#Animaniacs !
Those are all facts.
#FANART
From Mariola Budek Hair Inspirations using Faber-Castell Polychromos and Caran d'Ache Luminance pencils ❤️
Pet portrait commission for Owen of his Grandparents old Springer, Murphy who has passed.
Caran D'ache Luminance Pencils on A4 Smooth Cartridge Paper.
If you are interested in commissioning a pet portrait from me, please get in touch. I still have availability before Christmas.
‘It’s not easy having a good time... even smiling makes my face ache.’ #FridayFeeling
@Billcatter Uhh here I guess and uhh it's like the constant ache of hunger nausea but like it's sharp kinda too, it's hard to explain like, almost like being fucked up on real real intense hot sauce after being kicked in the balls haha
clown time >:3c ! these two are twins, Ache & Sore!!
Ache [ red ] is owned by me and Sore [ purple ] is owned by @sillygutz !!
all I need, darling is a life in your shape// i picture it, soft and i ache☀️ #destiel
🙃 I like how you had to use fanart because it's practically non-existent in any Cano-/shot
Anyways, uno reverso, you forced my hand. You eat this foo, hope some of this gives you a tummy ache 😁! https://t.co/JPFD3YMaH9
Saw this “heart ache” YCH on Instagram and it so accurately put how I’ve been feeling lately into a visual. So I bought it as a vent comm and the artist killed it. I love emotional pieces.
Rebs belongs to me
Art is by @ moshpit_hounds on Instagram
Day 73-
My favorite non-Breath-of-Fire game! I played through it last year and not to be dramatic but at some points I'd feel my heart ache because it was feeling too much love for the damn game. #BraveFencerMusashi #Pixelart
I have very faint memories of this Halloween season... and a belly ache the days after TT~TT (prey is @thefrankoon )... is he naked in my room?! >.<
It’s the ache, the absolution of loss. That perhaps you will never feel his touch against your skin. That perhaps the sun, that rises and sets on his smile, will never find your eyes again.
Those are the bruises I carry.