#I just think he's a neat little guy

[drabblingman]

"One True Love"

Solomon hated those three words.

To most people, they were considered the epitome of many a romantic plot; the neat and tidy way to wrap up a story and let the viewer know that the couple indeed loved each other very much, oftentimes ending with a "happily ever after".

To others, it was a goal. Something and someone to strive for. Your "One True Love". The only person in the world that was meant for you.

It made him sick.

What kind of goal was that? Why would anyone resign themselves to such a fate? Glorify it? Place it on the highest pedestal as the ultimate relationship to ever exist?

What kind of cruel joke would that be for an immortal?

He couldn't imagine it. Couldn't imagine never meeting and falling in love with his lovers past. He loved them, truly loved them, with all of his heart. Each and every one of them.

He could picture their faces. He could hear their voice. When he was alone in bed, and the darkness obscured his covers, he could imagine each and every one of them laying beside him.

He could feel the pain of losing them. Each new way his heart had shattered. An agony that he would forget each time his heart mended, a new loss now fresh and new and biting. Until it faded again. Until he began feeling normal again.

And then he met someone new.

And the exhilaration. The flirting and teasing and banter that made his heart race and face flush in spite of the aloof front he tried to put up, every single time.

The thrill of returned feelings, of first dates and subtle touches, of early stages that went by entirely too quickly, but always settled in to something much greater.

The comfort, the absolute comfort of someone who knew you. By far, his favorite part was the settling in to each other, no more firsts or surprises to be had, just a home to return to. A safe space, in the shape of a person who looked to him for the exact same things.

And then it would be over, and the cycle would repeat. Endlessly.

And while in many ways he hated it, hated the curse of immortality and the grief of losing every person he ever loved, who would he be if he hadn't loved them? Who would he be if his story had been one of "One True Love", destined to end when he himself could not?

He couldn't fathom it.

How twisted by grief would he have become? How bitter would he have been for millennia, witnessing generation after generation fall in love and die in turn? What kind of man would he have become?

He never thought himself much a romantic, but maybe he would have to reconsider that.

Because he couldn't live without love. He couldn't live without the feelings of accepting and being accepted by someone in the most simple yet intimate of ways. He couldn't live without the inside jokes whispered in crowded spaces with hands intertwined, or the evenings spent apart yet together in the same room, the mere presence of each other being enough.

And as he bore witness to new feelings blossoming, as he nurtured the familiar feeling in his chest, beating together with his heart, he realized...

...He couldn't live with "One True Love".

[starlingfawn]

kgatlw bearded vulture furry.... reference for artfight

[aspanse]

His shapes are so pleasant to draw 💖 :)

[swipersdoodles]

is this anything

[mx-legend-of-faye]

Wild should be weirder /pos

Why do I say this, you ask? Because HE DIED. LET HIM BE A PARANORMAL FREAK OF NATURE.

It’s called the shrine of RESURRECTION for a reason, people!!

Let Wild have such a slow heartbeat it seems almost nonexistent. Let Wild speak to ghosts, not just the ghosts of his dead friends/fellow champions. Let Wild’s eyes glow in the dark. Let Wild be a freak of nature and I genuinely mean that in the utmost positive way possible.

Give Wild a couple ghostly attributes and let the chain freak out over them.

In fact, give me post totk Wild with long lasting effects from being LITERALLY DEAD FOR A CENTURY please and thank you. Because post totk Wild just gives that an extra level of weirdness and cool ghostly vibes and I love that for him and also then you can throw in post totk Flora who kept some of her dragon-y attributes.

They can be freaks (/pos!!!) together, and furthermore I think they deserve to be. Let Wild and Flora weird people out while they’re just there being the most lovable selves they always are. Creatures. I love them.

[elliottjpg]

Here he is! The monkey, the myth, the legend!

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First attempt at a full-body, full-color drawing of Wukong! The outfit is a hodge-podge of different artworks I've seen online.

Speaking of, can anyone explain to me what the hair ribbons everyone always draws him with are? Also, the novel describes his staff as being made of iron, but all the drawings I've seen make it out of wood; is it a stylistic choice or did I miss something? Thank you for helping out a new fan!

[emitheangrycat]

Heyyyyy hiiiiii Tumblr sorry I haven't posted in a while. Here's some Daima Shin as compensation for my abandonment

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[OLD ART ALERT] A COLLECTION OF SCENES FROM THE GILLIONS CATSCRATCH ARC THAT BROUGHT ME GREAT JOY. i love fishy chips especially when its just gillion being delirious and violent and hostile

[shroomerr]

Quick butters doodle I did while I was working on mysterions sheet lol

[carelessapples]

seeker bumblebee concept

[tyrianluda]

is it like a hot take to think that doc louis is attractive? because if it is, it shouldnt. hes awesome and hot send post.

[rangersoup]

Little Soup Things. Requested by: Me. For my own amusement.

[czlowiekz1nogawgrobie]

Okay so hear me out.

It might be because my brain is wired weird but I never quite got the "How would a melody describe itself?" quiestion. And not in the sense that it's just nonsensical and that's how it's meant to be. But because the first time I heard it I just thought, "By playing its tune, duh.''

Like, yes, it not what most people think about when they hear 'describe yourself' but it's the only way it could. It doesn't have words, frankly it's hard to say it has enough sentience to have a concept of itself, but it has it's music, it's tune, and with it, it can describe itself. It's not conventional, it's not a way of describing everyone would understand but it's the only way could do it.

And I think that's kinda the point?

Michael can't describe himself how most people would understand so they do it the only way he now knows how. Through a vague metaphor that can't be easily understood if you use your logical brain for it. Because it's not meant to be logical.

He IS a melody describing itself. He IS playing their tune. It's just hard to understand that if you think it's a riddle with a logical solution, a question to be answered and not an actual description.

Or maybe I'm just over analysing XDD

[antisocialxconstruct]

man who can literally read minds but can't conceive of someone genuinely enjoying his company 😬 I did most of this with act one of GC in mind but I couldn't resist doing a little bonus Ilya from later in the story lmao

original template by kogoyun, I did slice it up a bit because trying to view tall images on desktop is hell

[a-lonely-dunedain]

felt sad so here's some screenshots of Celeair at the Spring Fest :)

[hotttgrilled-cheese]

Hiiiiii sorry for disappearing for like, five days. It will happen again

Other versions + og meme↓

There was literally zero reason for me to render this, why did I do this to myself

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