#(i still am)

[imasillygooose]

It's actually so late for me rn but I don't care bc OH MY GOD????? THAT WAS ACTUALLY SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL IM LITERALLY SOBBING 😭😭

Oh my god thank you so much Jorge and the rest of the cast and crew (AND THE ANIMATORS, BC DAMNNN THOSE ANIMATIONS WERE INSANE), this was genuinely one of the most moving and beautiful pieces of art I've seen in a WHILE I can't even put it into words zhbalehdvskdb

[c4n1d43cup1d]

sketch that i may or may not finish we will see how i feel tomorrow

[duchi-nesten]

CHAPTER 1 OF @hannahmanderr's DPxML FIC "The Prince, the Huntress, and the Camembert" JUST DROPPED!

And I am happy to announce that I will be arting for this fic so hARD. It's gonna be super fun and u should be so excited, hannah has sm cool stuff planned and i have so many doodles i cant wait to share heheheEHEHEH but here's chapter 1 art for now <3

READ FIRST CHAPTER HERE.

Also bonus silly comic under the cut.

[shadowseductress]

I just want to thank music for being part of my life.

[panxramic]

Sleep Talking

Tallulah was a sleep talker. She didn’t do it regularly, but it has happened often enough for her to deserve that title.

Tonight was no different. Phil had yet to fall asleep, meanwhile both kids were passed out. Next to him, Tallulah began to stir, and a soft mumble came through.

“Tallulah?”

No answer.

“Tallulah are you awake?” He whispered.

After a couple of seconds another mumble. Phil turned on the soft flower night light above him and sure enough, she was still asleep. He laughed to himself, she’s talking in her sleep again.

After a minute of silence, her words became clearer, “… stop … put that down…”

Another minute of silence, and then a giggle, “no papa would get mad.”

And oh? Phil is a curious soul, so he asks, “Tallulah why would dad be mad?”

She mumbles quietly, then he hears something or someone move in the kitchen.

Tallulah speaks again, “he can hear you.”

Phil freezes, “who can hear me?”

After no response he quietly gets out of bed and looks over to the next room, there’s no one there. As he makes his way back to the room she speaks again, “it’s too bright?”

Phil watches the flower light he had turned off slowly start flickering before completely turning off. He feels a cold chill run up his spine as his wings try to shake off the eerie feeling.

Another mumble, but this time she sounds upset. Her eyebrows furrow and her lips downturn, “no… no… stop.” She shakes her head, “…not nice.”

Tallulah continues getting restless in her sleep. What was once her sleeping peacefully turns into sharp movements and discomfort. Phil tries putting a wing over her to comfort her, but she just shoves it off, “can’t.”

Frankly, Phil has had enough of this so he goes to wake Tallulah up, then she starts speaking again, “stop.”

He stops, and she speaks again, “help.”

He hears what sounds like small footsteps next to his bed, but when he turns he sees no one there. He feels like his breath is stuck in his throat as another stretch of silence falls in the room. He thinks it’s over, when one last word leaves Tallulah’s lips, “Bobby?”

Suddenly a crash comes out of the kitchen causing Phil to completely jolt out of bed. He runs but again finds nothing there, not even a broken glass. Everything seems to be in its place, nothing out of the ordinary.

The last thing he hears Tallulah say that night is, “I think he’s gone,” before going completely silent.

What Phil doesn’t see in the dark and under the shadows is a purple like figure slowly retracting its hands from the bed. Its claws are familiar, they fit perfectly into the scars on his wings.

What he doesn’t see is the dead souls who scared him away, the ones that warned Tallulah it wasn’t them.

When she wakes up, she doesn’t remember a thing.

[doctor-octiddius]

OK FINE.

FINE.

I PUT HIM INTO A JAR.

[padchai]

*ahem* marvel… stop calling me out for being gay GODDAMN

[arczism]

im honestly obsessed with the way you draw sanji.... what a beautiful creature

woah, really??? i was really insecure about how i draw him

[pastrymechanic]

logan: “are we good? come on please tell me we’re in [q2]” gaetan: “we’re p16, p16” logan: “aw, what a shame…”

[fairy-verse]

@lunnar-chan has permitted me to show you all the gorgeous artwork she made me for my birthday some weeks ago. I am still at a loss for words whenever I look at it. My sweet, little Lumin. I cannot fully express my gratitude towards Dii for designing such a beautiful fairy for me. She truly has such a wonderful talent for creating art.

Once again, Dii, thank you so much for this lovely gift. You made my birthday feel special.

[duahauuoplanh]

the way Guwon was taking his breath before asking Sarang allow him to kiss her

[madame-mongoose]

cause everytime we touch i get this feeling

oooh my fucikgn god

[monochromekitten]

[yutamayo]

[margoshamangolord]

hi girls

[kate-apologist]

man i miss pre-canaan house griddlehark. don't get me wrong, first flower of my house, avulsion trial griddlehark is amazing but there's something to the two of them before they leave the ninth that makes me want so much more. like i want a book that's just all of gideon's escape attempts and them beating each other up and yelling across various rooms in drearburh and chasing each other looney toons style. give me gideon as a kid before she absolutely despises harrow. give me gideon running to her mum's grave and telling her about her day. give me harrow falling asleep in the study and showing off new necromantic skill. early griddlehark guys