#Land of light and rain

[matches-art]

Back on my Dracula Kanaya agenda this time featuring rosemary

[imnotlole]

[tentacledwizard]

lolar! Rose may not have liked this planet but its’s one of my favorite settings. I wasn’t able to fit all my ideas in this, so maybe I’ll draw some more later 👍

[libby1080]

Mom lalonde’s old Vespa

Rose wonders if she can Alchemize it into something useful

[catgirlsprite]

day9 favored consort

[little-vimpress-art]

[pizzopaps]

can we shame YA authors into no longer using "An X of Y and Z" as their title scheme by telling them they all fit the naming convention of homestuck player planets

[homestuck-backgrounds]

[twinghoulites]

[krrishton]

I still can't decide which color is better...

[cautionszz]

oh yeah i did a watercolor painting of rose's planet

[muelinleijons]

Click for quality

[adventuresofalgy]

Very carefully, Algy lifted the glowing pumpkin which had washed up at his feet, and carried it a little way to an inviting and much drier spot beneath the trees, which offered a cosy-looking bed for a weary and travel-worn fluffy bird.

For once Algy felt that it might be safe to sleep on the ground, for surely no creature that chose to hunt in the inky blackness of the night would attempt to approach such a bright and mysterious light as the one which he had found.

Tucked down comfortably on a thick blanket of soft moss and leaves, Algy relaxed happily, holding his magic lantern close for protection, and listened to the sounds of the ancient woodland. The gurgles and chortles of the fast-flowing burn were still the loudest noises in the wood, albeit exceptionally soothing ones, but he could also hear wee rustlings here and there, and the gentle patter of occasional raindrops when they happened to fall on the leaves nearby.

Tattered, in ragged raiment of the rain, The Night arrives. Outside the window there He stands and, streaming, taps upon the pane; Or, crouching down beside the cellar-stair, Letting his hat-brim drain, Mutters, black-gazing through his trickling hair. … Then with his ragged cloak flung back he goes, With flickering lantern, where the stream o'erflowed, Breathing wet scents of wayside weed and.rose, And guttural music of the frog and toad; A firefly-light, that glows, Green in his hand to guide him on his road. And doffing then, upon the wooded hill, His hat of cloud, a little while he stands, Hearkening in silence to the leaping rill; Then, stooping low, he lifts in azure hands A great gold daffodil The moon and pins it in his cloak's blown bands.

[Algy is quoting the first and last two verses of the poem The Night-Rain by the 19th/early 20th century American poet Madison Julius Cawein.]

(With special thanks and an extra fluffy hug to Algy's good friend Fern @allthingsfern for his pictorial inspiration 🧡)

[libby1080]

Rose has made the vespaqua

not really her style, but that can be easily fixed

[footfetishlamp-prototype7]

🥳🥳🥳🥳 IM FINANALY DONE

Wip 😭😭🙏🙏 pleasee accept this offering tumblr

[iamheretemporarly]

Ain’t no fucking way the Israelis just claimed that fucking RAIN is their property.

RAIN!?.

NOT EVEN FUCKING PHARAOH’S SUPERIORITY AND GOD COMPLEX REACHED THIS TYPE OF DELUSION