#aka taking screenshots

[rasoyas]

— bunny is a rider 🐇

[hugsohugs]

hello everyone. please enjoy this curated collection of Distant Johns

[lady-quen]

Knight of the Thorn

[temporaltourguide]

[fatedroses]

I dont post my wips often but when I do they're either just uncolored sketches or they look like the ramblings and scrawlings of a madwoman lmao

[breezypunk]

golden retriever boyfriend not happy that cat is getting more attention, must intervene.

[scalefeathers]

Vierapril - 15 - spark

“Onti . . . “

You should feel something. You know that you should. But that knowledge is distant, detached; like all other knowledge, all feelings, like everything has been ever since they strapped you into that gleaming silver machine and cut away your connection to Tungli as a chirurgeon cuts away a tumor.��

You know who she is. You know what she once meant to you. You had believed her dead, all this time. As she stumbles and falls to her knees before you, you know she is dying now. You know, but you do not--cannot--feel.

“At last . . . I’ve found you . . .”

She reaches toward you with a shaking hand. Brushes back your hair, does something to the collar around your neck that makes it loosen and clatter to the floor. You lack the will to tell her that it doesn’t matter. That even without the collar, your connection to Tungli is gone; and even if it were not, it still wouldn’t matter, because the part of you that would have the will to reach for it is also gone.

She looks at you, her eyes brimming with tears as she searches yours for something no longer there. She says your name again, more like a question now. She cups her hand against your cheek, something metal brushes against your skin, and you–-you feel something.

You. Feel something.

Just a spark. Just the faintest mote of light amidst the vast, numbing darkness. The barest twitch of something familiar. But you feel it, deep in the place where your heart used to be. 

Whatever sparks in you now, she must see it in your eyes too, because relief and joy break across her face even as the tears spill down her cheeks. Tears you want to wipe away. How long has it been since you wanted something? Wanted anything?

But inertia still has a hold on you. The spark in you is only that: a spark. You remain motionless as she sags against you, dropping her head against your shoulder. Her arms and scent enfold you, the latter saturated with blood and iron, but still so familiar. 

Your limbs may as well be made of stone, for the effort it takes to move them. But move them you do. You can, because you want. Because something you thought forever lost is flowing into you, flowing into that emptiness inside you; from her, and from what you now realize is a ring (your ring, your mother’s ring, Tungli’s ring) she wears on her right hand. 

With the last of her strength, she holds you; and with all of yours, you raise your arms to hold her, too.

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(Bylka's pose adapted from this pack)

[kelean]

[lesbiangracehanson]

they make me feel insane in a very particular way :-)

[sdmsims]

whoever decided werewolves didnt tpose in paint mode and also that you couldnt zoom in on their bodies. im going to cry in your living room

[moonfromearth]

Venturing outside of the ranch!

[izayoichan]

Moments. 🎶

[dotmander]

character introduction: zenais (she/her)

as a cub, zenais wondered about the world outside of the sandswept isles. the inquest to the south terrified her, yes, but she was also curious about them - possibly more than was good for her health, considering her lack of skill with a weapon. her scouting helped the olmakhan learn how to avoid them, at least. eventually, her thirst for knowledge became unbearable; she left the isles with a promise to send stories of the larger world back to her people. she's quite far from home by now, but she has more to see!

[astral-catastrophe]

I love hatin myself

[violetsareblue-selfships]

oh also i need to watch a video of the new zayne card since i didn't manage to pull him during the banner

[aliengirl]