#drawster

SINCE YOU SUNK MY SHIP MIGHT AS WELL GET RID OF THESE

GOODBYE, SWEET PRINCE! HAVE A HAPPY LOVE LIFE W WHOMEVER YOU CHOOSE MM’KAY BYE *burns all my shippy drawings* there go my dreams, up in flames. Thanks, Obama

also this:

“Aw c'mon, Artist! Why don’t you like Skye? They’re so cool”


“I don’t see it”


"Heh, don’t be such a grump” Steel joked “What’s wrong? Are you jealous~?”

That’s when it snaps. Her chin juts out and her fists clench painfully. Artist frowns up at him, ears aflame
.

"Yes!”


“…Wait, really?” His eyebrows furrow together “Artist, you’re actually jealous?”


And before he could say another word her hands had grabbed onto his face, her lips were on his in a furious kiss. It was more like a crash, really; kind of painful too, and 
as soon as it started it was over.

Artist set her feet flat on the floor after going on her tiptoes to meet his face.
 She let go of him and whispered a small but pointed “yes,” before clicking her tongue and turning away from him.


By the time Steel had recovered from her outburst Artist was already gone. He could have easily caught up to her, as she had not gotten very far…

those vests are neato I like them pls kris wear one 

notebook doodle dump ahoy