#And voila

[itskaitsart]

*insert a somewhat cheesy romance song here*

[isagaiia]

the herald's favorite

[divyasoup]

beach day

[manalltheseart]

OMG finally finished this. I was actually drawing this just for funsies but then the event came up so why not?

Happy 4th Anniversary with the game that pulled me into interactive fiction, made me brainrot so hard and froth at the mouth for such a well written and thought out story, @evertidings

The illustration without the text is below:

[blueberry-ry]

Shuk'at

[shoo-KHAT]

Deserter (lit: lacerated person)

Typically used to refer to those deserters that end up becoming beggars, waiting for the war to be over and finally go back home.

[kindred-spirit-93]

neoptolemus be upon ye

tried something new. at this rate i will literally teach myself how to sculpt & master 7 languages before finishing my studying goals omfg

[strnza]

i  know  that  only  like  3-4  of  y’all  actively  write  w  vamp  liza  but  unfortunately  i  still  have  brain  rot  for  that  verse  and  will  be  continuing  to  info  dump  and  word  vomit  about  it  any  time  i’m  free  <3

[michelle-manips]

Bonnie Bennett Gif

[borealtwilight]

it has finally happened

the john halo order number

[cpyclopse]

"And maybe this is killing a part of me

But it aint called love without a little tragedy~"

[My Art]

[brasiliangp]

@f1blrcreatorsfest sprint 3: throwback - western

[thegreatbeyondmp3]

my work schedule disappeared for like an hour and it had me freaking the fuck out bc that's usually the first sign that you're going to be fired, but it's back now? so i don't know what to think

[theskeletoninthegarden]

😂 My hair is blue and green

[aqpippin]

Six Sentence Sunday - 

goodecox au 🥐

(beach house fic)

Gigi is warm and golden, and Jackie can still feel the sand and taste the salt on her skin when she presses a kiss into the redhead’s shoulder. The evening is quiet, they move with ease, nothing needing to be said between gin and tonic refills and the occasional refresh of the grazing board between them. 

Gigi alternates between chewing on crudités and her pencil as she works through a little crossword book she bought at the airport, mumbles a little ‘fuck’ every time some condensation drips off her glass and smudges her lead scratchings. Jackie works through emails and invoices and Gigi doesn’t even have the heart or the energy to tell her to stop, just lets her do her own thing in an attempt to keep the peace that has grown between them. Jackie feels like Malibu sunsets go for hours, with the way the sun moves lazily away from the coast timestamped only by the changing of the tide rather than the shutter of Gigi’s instagram story. As much as she loves the city, as much as she swears she’ll never leave New York, she feels like she can live like this forever. 

[moth-like-habits]

(Pixlriffs lore in which I experiment with iambic pentameter)

It takes not mortal blood to trick a god

And as such “My name has been Pixlriffs”

Is not a claim made from a mortal tongue

The god of Stratos knows not who he meets

In truth the miss is not his fault alone

His immortality is not yet old

And memory seems not to serve him well

The past- a copper king and mesa home

Are lost in mist from rising to divine

The archeologist hopes the flood of power treated his friend well

Yet he remains under a spell to hide

How would how should how could he tell him now

This life is not the first that they have lived

How could he speak of humanity lost

The end of empires similar to these

The end of the world

This burden need not land upon his friend

Indeed the truth of time takes tolls to learn

For now, the god may believe in the lore

The emperor of past will watch him grow

And as such: “My name has been Pixlriffs”

Uncertainty within the tense he chose

His friend, his kin, his kind might yet unmask

An answer for a question he won’t ask