#and lore. hehehe.

[jojo-schmo]

For eons, an ancient voice toiled alone in the illusory realm of its own making. Until one day, a desperate soul seeking salvation for her pack had a fated encounter with its remnants in the waking world. The ancient voice’s cries for freedom and vengeance engulfed her.

From then on, the Queen of Beasts began to dream with her eyes wide open- tirelessly carrying out the will of these dreams.

[softle0]

Mexican grandparents home will always be so cozy.

[bewarethetooth]

HEYY I'M ACTUALLY ALIVE AND IVE TOTALLY BEEN ALIVE SO HERES MY FAVORITE THING EVER DRAWN TODAY:

Now excuse me while i sleep until 5pm because the sun IS rising and i AM so tired

[itsnotmourn]

one note on this post = one fact about winini perhaps

[capesch-arts]

The Ocean wails a scornful woe,

"Your glare is vicious! A terrible scorch!

The gentle glow of moon, how I miss it so,

They do not burn and make me weep,

Why is my love not in my time of need?"

The Sun gleams with eternal radiance,

A light that fills all with its glory,

But it knows not of its own brilliance,

After all, how could he possibly see?

For what he sees is a reflection

on the surface of the woeful sea.

Formless, scattered, unshapen.

A form that is filled with unfamiliarity.

And he hears her cries,

Of a light that's not his own,

And he hears her still,

Of a glow that's far from home.

Would you curse a newborn,

When it cries and begs,

to stop forcing the mask,

Of a stranger on its face?

[ninghttt]

hopping on jeff the murderer train

[its-a-me-mango]

It Should've Been Him

What if I gave you Mango lore by giving you, different Mango lore instead, what then, would you be mad at me? Hitting me with your car kind of mad?

Oh man I've had this sat in my WIP folder for a while but I figured I'd get it done for today! Comic making is so hard I'm never doing this again ever <- lying. Regardless, eat up! :3

[miss-conner3]

En Español: Aquí

“For Him”

Context: An incident in Silk Cradle seals the fate of a little sheep.

Playing with the idea of ​​Ando's death and the impact it had on his younger brother, the Lamb.

This is a bit weird since this was more of an experimental concept, but I liked it enough to share it (ouo)

I'm not very good with action shots, but I hope I've managed to make out what I wanted to convey here. Because, well, there is some background.

Anyway…

¡I hope you like it! (>u<)/

[cowardlykrow]

"Hah, dude doesn't even know he's in my tamagotchi."

[lambjurk]

gravit fah?? gravitay fela?? i give up

[toffeebrews]

art trade w/ __penultimate._ on insta!! (this is pink version of dream!!)

[therealcallmekd]

And On Next.... The Weather!

doubt any of you woulda expected this one did ya!

[herebecritters]

Can you draw flippy x flaky please

You’re lucky I love them ❤️

[0yorixu]

update: i'm done with midterms and i did pretty aight

[tojisun]

bear with me but uhm

we can’t be friends by ariana grande is so. like. best friend reader x hockey player/best friend! gaz during their collegiate years

just the overflowing pining and the “he can’t possibly like me…” moments with your friends while you all stay up late at night, trying to study for your midterms.

and your friends tell you—because they know—that no, you’re totally wrong because kyle absolutely can—because he does—like you. but your doubts continue to bloat, and how could they not build when kyle’s being scouted for the damn junior leagues, and he’s soaring heights you can’t reach because you’re stuck here, left behind, and you just.

you love him so much.

he is everything good in your life. everything that is beautiful.

he fills you up with so much joy and love, and he is so gentle and careful and tender, but also so full of silliness and boyish charm as he pranks you and fucks with your brother, tugging you two out of your slumps—for separate reasons—and is so patient when your minds continue to fight back.

kyle tucks himself beside you when it’s off-seasons, helping you with the courses that you find the hardest. he is so warm beside you on those days, and you burn from within because the words you want to say tickle the back of your throat, building, almost spilling, until—

“i got drafted for the juniors!” he yells, laughing, hoisting you up in his arms, deaf to your shrieks.

and.

and time pauses, it stills, because kyle is taking off, leaving you.

“holy shit,” you say, giddy despite the cold dread of your loneliness creeping down from the base of your neck to the plane of your spine. “holy shit, kyle, that’s so- i’m so-”

his eyes are bright, warm, full of unbridled joy, and his cheeks are round in his smile.

you breathe in, forcing the dread out of your chest because— “i’m so proud of you, kyle,” you say, and you mean it.

despite the fear and the anxiety of being separated from him, you truly are so, so proud of him.

he hugs you close and you pretend that the tremors overtaking your body is because of your excitement.

[1driedpersimmon]

Had some progress the other day :)