Shitty Art

I said i was gonna do it

and i did!

Can also be found on my redbubble [ZheLazyFox]

So I wanted to try that cool transparent image effect, quickly doodled a thing

Sneaky snek [click for quality + bg is kinda transparent]

Deceit

pal

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I don’t know what is.

This is so late at this point but happy belated birthday to @chally-wally !!! Sawyer, I am so glad that I know you, and I love you so much, you funky little edgelord. Thanks for being the best online little sibling I’ve ever had

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Pairing: Romantic Logince

Warnings: Misunderstandings, angst (with a happy ending) (Let me know if I need to add something!)

Word Count: 1609

Summary: Roman has a secret, one that Logan wasn’t meant to find out.

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Roman’s door gently clicked shut as they slipped into their room. Immediately, the polite smile etched into their features from dealing with their mamá’s friends grew into a brilliant grin as they rushed to their closet. After digging for a moment, their hand brushed against a length of soft fabric and they tugged it out from where it was hidden.

Glancing back at their door, Roman breathed a sigh of relief at seeing that it was still firmly shut before switching out their pants for the silky black skirt. It wasn’t their typical colour, but when raiding one’s mamá’s closet, beggars can’t be choosers.

Feeling the sensation of the light fabric brushing against their legs caused giddy giggles to erupt from them as they turned their hips from side to side in front of their full-length mirror. The sight of their red sweater against the skirt sparked an idea within them and they quickly fumbled for their phone. Within moments, Candy Store was blaring as loud as it possibly could be and Roman, with all the attitude of Heather Chandler herself, was belting along. They strutted across the carpeted floor, the skirt flowing with the sway of their hips. Each movement was fluid and practiced, their arms sweeping through the air in perfect motions as they performed the choreography flawlessly.

Roman was so lost in the world of Heathers that when a precise knock came at their door, they didn’t hear it. Again, a quick and measured knock. Again, no response from Roman. If the music had been a bit quieter, perhaps the passionate performer would have noticed the fond sigh that came from the hallway. If they hadn’t been facing the other way, perhaps they would have noticed that the door was slowly opening. If they had paid attention to the date, perhaps they would have remembered that Logan was coming over that afternoon.