#is terrible

look at all theze drawingz! Most of em are from the last few weekz or so. But watt the hell is the context to some of em? Well, I refuse to elaborate... OR DO I? *vsauce music startz playing*

I'm just tired lol, if you guyz wanna know watt the hell any of these mean you can alwayz drop a comment or ask and I'll try and answer it lolzzz

EDIT: realised my askz were off, THEY'RE ON NOW!!! ASK AWAY IF YOU WANT!!! X3

For @thefadediscordserver I got my sweet love @starfleetteddybear. And considering it has been just over a year since I posted my first Emmrook piece which you inspired bby (you made me love Emmrich and brought me my Marina who has given me so much joy) it was my honor and privilege to get you. Our friendship is so special to me as are you.

Evie picked up her phone as she browsed today's schedule while sipping her morning tea. Being NYC's most popular match maker had its perks, though it kept her more than a little busy. She flicked through her appointments, her texts, and her emails from new potential clients. Many of the men who sought her help were rejected at their application. Helping certain men prey on helpless women wasn't really her style. No, she only took on those who craved genuine connection. Those seeking a true partner in the fast paced world of today's online dating shenanigans. Experience had taught her what to look out for, and she was more than picky as she sifted through photos and intros like sorting yesterday's recycling. But she paused as she clicked on the last message, a handsome older gentleman staring up at her with a reserved smile. There was something in his eyes, in the dignified set of his shoulders as he posed. And she found herself swallowing down another gulp of tea as she tried to quench her suddenly dry throat. Professor Emmrich Volkarin She mouthed his name silently as she scanned over his profile. Fifty three years old, life long bachelor, and his list of requirements for a potential partner was one of the shortest she had ever seen. “This one…” she whispered to herself as her violet eyes widened. She pressed her fingers to her lips, suppressing a giggle as she delved into the details of this fascinating gentleman. “I wonder how no one has snatched him up yet–” He was more than charming even through the limitations of her phone screen, and those soulful eyes seemed to stare right into her as she tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear. Some girl– or guy, was going to be lucky with this match. And it was now her personal mission to make sure Professor Volkarin found the love of his life. Even if Evie had never extended the same courtesy to herself.