South park doodles:)

lovelovelove
from right toleftt kyle holding dead kenny, stan, cartman with kennys soul, craig and wendy and bebe
:DSDD, Cartman
oh man, with this program? I Only have like 5 colors <.<

Ill weigh you down/Watch you choke, you look so good in blue.

Megamind. DGAF. I wanted to write it, the movie was funny and I Liked the characters except Roxeanne looked....Freakish at times. Yeajhhhh.
No one reads this -thumbs up-

“What if you get the girl, this time?” She says, quiet.
And he doesn’t turn because god, her eyes are so damn blue.
And she licks her lips quickly, like she’s nervous. He is glancing, glancing from the corners of his eyes.
Her hair curves on her cheekbones and he really just can’t stand being anywhere around her.
He turns a little and makes his face hard and simple,
“It doesn’t work that way.” He spits, because he wants to tell her she is everything and he would love her until the stars were cold.
“It could.” She sighs, and her eyelashes dip on her cheek.
“No.”
“What do you mean?”
“I Mean I’m going to go wallow in self-deprecation and you’re going home.”
“No! Listen, Berna-Megamind. This is my, our city,” and her eyes are wet, god so blue on him.
And he is crumbling, he’s never been this weak.
He wants her to realize he would save hell, if she would look at him better again.
“Go home.” He snarls and her face falls and her name is on his tongue because he wants to see her fucking hurt for making him feel like the trash he is.
And every story doesnt know, every story tells, She looked back and it meant everything.
He would swear to the gods he wanted to see her trip and fall in the rain, but he never looked back, eyes so blue, heart so hard,
He felt that twist in his stomach that wanted to kiss every inch of her but burn her at the same time.
He walks and doesn’t look back, he can feel her eyes on his back, so blue.

My

Scanner broke. no art until next month when I Get a tablet.

Breaking them off your fancy legs(spoilers)

Its always been teeth and tongue and hands; with her, anyways.
Her eyes are dark and bright, half closed, the lashes dusting.
“You’re such a little tease.” Akito hissed into Tohrus hair, her nails scrabbling on her thigh.
Tohrus eyes are lowered, her neck bruised and lips red.
“I Don’t mean to.” She says quietly and Akito shoves her down, kissing the corner of her mouth.
“Say you love me.” She demands, tracing the girls ribcage through her shirt.
“say you’ll never leave me.” Nails, desperate on her arm.
Akito really doesn’t care if its pity, because Tohru is small and warm and kissing patterns on her neck.
She murmurs into her skin and her small hands are in her ink hair.
Tohrus eyes are deep and wide as she stares into Akitos face.
“I Love you.” She murmurs, tangling her legs and arms in Akitos, a mess.
“Ill never leave you.” She breathes into her collarbone.
And Akito is almost crying because she almost believes it.

cant even get a trade in on your smile.

Sometimes Jeanna is positive angels are all around.
Because Shes twenty, and young and beauty college is full of men with gray, prickly beards and sleek women who clinkclink in high high heels.
And she is mousy and brown skin, hair, eyes. Not bright or small or styled, she does curls in huge loops on the busts head and wonders if She should spritz it with hairspray.
Jeanna does not know what she’s doing here. She wanted journalism but quite spontaneously took this up; The care and pursuit of beautiful hair.
Her heels are too big and thick for high heels, her teacher purses her lips and sway walks around, eyes fixed and small; bullets in her creased face. A drip of sweat curls in her collarbone and she feels sick in doubt and trouble, she pulls the silky fake hair into a low braid, pulling strands out as she goes.
She views her work and does not smile.
Smiles are for women with oiled skin and hair so straight it drops to the ground.
She is very scared and someone touches her hand, cool fingers on her hand.
“Its beautiful.” Her neighbor smiles, quelling her insides.
Angels are everywhere,