#gaze upon Me

[extrogem]

after two years of e i can still eviscerate an apple

[limblesstar]

reminder that i’m not only your iliad mutual but also super fucking hot (HE/IT)

[philodendrongirl]

[a-is-for-arson]

if I was a stray cat, this is exactly what I'd do

[poplarbark]

this image givbes me so much euphoria. i don t know where it comes from or what the original is but its one of my favourite images

[tow-bees]

Fishing trip with death god/dad and death god/dad’s usurper/new death god after being imprisoned for like a thousand years in the land of the dead or something

[stinkybrowndogs]

The Puppy of Shallot

[linoyes]

[makenna-made-this]

'I can't believe i missed the northern lights, once in a life time experience FOMO" could NOT be me. I see the northern lights every day in my chickens' beautiful feathers

[communist-hatsunemiku]

I'm Staring At You

[pencilnewt]

nobody stopped me from doing this when they had the chance (in fact i was encouraged) and now i’ve created something terrifying

[evil-incorporated-confessions]

how do you feel about Suncraft x Mooncraft?

also can i pretty pls get hugs(you're my favorite)

...

No. You may not touch me.

...As for your first question, ha! Moon weeps his eyes out over that moron every night, it's pathetic.

And Sun is too blind to see what he has three feet in front of him. Always looking to Roxanne who he thinks is so much better than Moon, when really she's just as bad as those two, in her own way.

They deserve each other, if they could ever get their own head out their asses to smash faces.

[bananananurr]

here have an art dump 🗿

[dalish-rogue]

Demon of Vyrantium 🗡️

[vanweezer]

coreys in my sketchbook 1/∞

commissions

[hair-dice]

Do you think the stars are visible? Being stuck in the belly of AM, it is not, but outside? Above?

Do you think that if you were to frantically crawl your way through shredded metal, slicing your skin through to the bone, pushing against the cables restraining you back, you might get a glimpse?

The machine fights against you, pushing plates into your body that roughly saw into you-- they were too dull to cut smoothly. It wasn't a trap this time. It was an oversight. You feel yourself begin to be constricted, a sheet of rusted metal quickly slamming itself into your shoulder, snapping the clavicle like a twig.

It hurts. It hurts, you cried internally. But your opposite hand that reached far above you, blood pooling down the mangled limb into your face, touches something of a different texture. And above it, you feel nothing more.

You grip and pull. Pull as hard as your atrophied muscles could, like you were born for nothing more. The plate wedged in your shoulder pushes back, slicing further down your side with great resistance. It hurts. You've felt it before. You pull harder and harder, suddenly finding the intensity of the force restraining you lessened. This was a trap, but you didn't care.

You pull, and pull debris into your eyes. You keep them open. You pull more, feeling the plate make its way down to meet your ribcage. You pull. You pull. You pull more into your face, digging and digging with digits that you knew would never be able to perform fine movements again after this stunt. You pull. There's a hole. It's about as wide as your fist.

Through it, you can see nothing but darkness.