#FOR PROLONGED PERIODS OF TIME

[glimborgus]

GGGGAAAAH. GAAAAAAAAHH

tricksters

[wrenwhite]

boobed up tboys unite :P (he/him for both)

some fanart for @wolfertinger666

i really like salem's design, and wanted to draw him and my own fursona. i always really appreciate your positivity, and wanted to share some of my own. hope you like this!

[skittikyu]

non-sentient Carnival!Stiltikyu was basically functioning like a slightly more advanced discord soundboard

[ddarker-dreams]

blade considers it a personal slight if you sit down next to him instead of on his lap.

[cyber-phobia]

hey gang hows it goin

[fireyartccoon]

ok so I might’ve forgotten to get something ready for Wednesday BUT-

you can have Nine and Chaos Sonic from my Sonic Prime AU being siblings instead

[fatedroses]

Moogles' Rest.

[charlotte-family-apologist]

Suchin in her 30s versus her at 19 (aka before her life went to shit)

[waverlyyhaught]

Favorite Marta and Fina Moments - Part 49 Sueños de Libertad

[i-like-bagel]

sketching kny stuff I got in japan until I get bored with it pt.2 ✨✨

Sabito Figure

[existencebringsonlypain]

you ever like. shiver violently. your entire body just jerks uncontrollably usually when you're cold but sometimes unprompted

[goodsmellerart]

princess of magic and friendship ✨🌙

[ghost-shepherdess]

from Dear Jane: The Two Hundred Twenty-Five Patterns from the 1863 Jane A. Stickle Quilt

[akkivee]

ALSO!!!!!! HAPPY FIVE YEARS ANNIVERSARY TO THIS ICONIC INTRO!!!!!!!💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

[cult-of-the-eye]

Funniest experience I've ever had is thinking Jonathan Sims was kinda hot and then being like oh god do I also like men and then realising no I'm just attracted to the lack of emotional availability

[gingermintpepper]

Brother II

“Artie,” he says, and he’s got that sparkle in his eye that means she ought to start picking out hunting wolves from the twenty-three hundred that roam their island, “I have a date.”  He’s in satin and goat-skin today, hair done up in little jewelled cuffs and smelling like the belladonna that only grows in central valley.  There’s no violet in his hair,  no rose, no poplar, no heliotrope Just laurel. Plain, dead laurel bound tight on myrtle branch and more telling than she ought to be. He’s smiling too - or at least he was up until she let the space between her response settle its weight on his shoulders, a boulder as Sisyphean as the conversation they’re about to have Because it’s always the same with him no matter how many times she tells him to cut his losses and just take a vow.

Instead of the berating she has cocked and loaded behind the bow of her lips, their mother’s voice cuts in an arrow all its own,  “That’s wonderful, Phoebus! Who's the lucky youth?”  But Apollo doesn’t take the bait, gold eyes dissecting when he catches her gaze The question he never gets a chance to ask burning through her like fire in her veins long after their mother takes his hand and leads him away so she can humour his insanity.

Extracts from the Greenhouse Floor.