#bless you OP

[dothestarsshine-art]

Sobbing, I literally just got here (digital artopia), thank you

“Drawing techniques for the structure and appearance of the fingers when the hand is extended”

Source: Twitter

[wait-whereisthis]

achoo

[cwispihae]

Had to take a swing at this insane Usopp fit GOOD LORD

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO

No trash food day ( • ̀ω•́ )

[mamawasatesttube]

i think at this point kon fans who dont give a shit about bernard dowd deserve financial compensation

[animoogus]

Snorkmaiden dragging Moominpappa to filth

[watcherscrown]

the pure euphoria of watching an asian person look paul hollywood dead in the eye and ask him why he hates matcha so much and then saying "you know there are different grades, right? this is ceremonial grade tea"

[krakenartificer]

[Image Description: a screenshot of a tweet sent 8:11 PM 09 May 23 from Story, The Animist (@StoryTheAnimist) reading

I always heard my parents talking sh*t about me after I went to bed, so now I always make sure that, after bed time my daughter can hear us through the door talking about all the good things she did that day and how proud if her we are. ]

[marsuro]

A fresh new tiger Zoro for everyone as a thanks for all the support and a promise I'll definitely continue to draw him this year!

[hellmandraws]

Happy Usopp Day, everyone!! 🤥🎯🔨🌱

[procrastiel]

Yes yes yes!

My silly Good Omens comic!

[dykealloy]

Ranata Suzuki // Brenna Twohy, 'A Coworker Asks Me If I Am Sad, Still' // Braelyn Wilson, 'Counting Stars' // Starpeace // Suzy Kassem, 'Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem'

[llondonfog]

fratricida

much love and gratitude to @cheshanoneko-draws for allowing me to bastardize interpretation of their wonderful post <3

Lilia fought.

He expected nothing less from the venerable fae, and he would have even felt an awe befitting of his young years once upon a time for the chance to test the limitless hunger of his magic against the General in his prime. He might have even lost— the weight of tactical experience versus raw power and all that.

But this was no simple training duel, and Malleus was no longer bound by the glass chains of cultivated restraint and noble intentions. Lilia— the fae whom he had once dared to conspire deep within the lonely chambers of his heart as one he might call father— had lied to him. Had betrayed him.

He had betrayed them all.

And with that squalling, raging hellfire of an inferno inside of his ruined heart burnt to the blackest of cinder dust, neither Lilia-the-General nor Lilia-the-Laughing-Lying-Pleading-Father ever stood a chance against the might of his overblot-fueled control.

It wasn’t revenge that he was after, no. It was complete and utter devastation. There was only one way to right this tragic wrong, and that was to destroy every trace of the source from the start. And so, blind and deaf to the fae’s horrified and broken pleas as Lilia, clever Lilia, became all too quickly keen on just what Malleus was searching for as he tore apart the memories in his mind with a savage desperation, scattering snatches of laughter and dappled sunshine and the warmth of tiny hands to the ether— he found them. 

For a moment, he nearly hesitated. For a moment, he could nearly see a faint outline of the boy, curled up in his palms in a slumber so familiar that it nearly beckoned Malleus to wake him. An outline of a boy adored by the sun and cherished by the moon, a beloved child of both day and night, blessed beyond his means and measure.

A sin, one that should have never existed.

Here in the middle of a maelstrom brought to bear by the consequences of all those who had ever come before him, he tasted it at last— a madness, of the same kind that consumed the brilliant, dark star of his mother. In his ears, he can hear her voice, high and cold and cruel in her breathless satisfaction to see the curse she had brought forth into this world enact the vengeance she had been robbed of without dignity.

“My son will become king of this land, and his light will shine down upon our peoples as our North star… As for the humans, they shall fear him, they shall fear his light as the harbinger of their doom.”

And with one simple crush of Malleus’ snarled claws, as the warping memories writhed and shrieked and spilled as viscous as lamb’s blood betwixt his fingers, Lilia Vanrouge forgot that he ever had another son.

[brothersinablackcar]

And the replacement image is even better, lol

every supernatural post is like this

[mintypsii]

as promised... here's the sanuso wall from my strawpage!!!! i cherish all of these so much aagghhh they're all so lovely thank you to everyone who sent something in 😭💖💖

[tea-cat-arts]

Fuck it, I'm still salty Su She made it past the first round in the official poll