#haven’t read them

[wwonkkaa]

season four is literally just a fanfic like i’m 95 percent sure jennifer could genuinely be considered a mary sue

[kk1smet]

he looked at me, the prat—

[floweroflaurelin]

Huevember day 4: The Penitent

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O corse of the Locked Tomb, I have loved thee all my life, with mine whole soul, and with mine whole strength. I would to God that I find grace in thy eyes. Destroy me according to thy word, for I love thee. ✨⚔️💀⚔️✨

[succo-al-limone]

DC doodles for funzies

[cloudabserk]

kabru is my favorite dungeon meshi character because he’s completely insane but no one even notices because he’s also the only competent person in the room

[add1rall]

If this gets 5000 notes I’ll read the Percy Jackson books before the tv show comes out

[khytal]

and there was only one bed (oh my god there was only one bed)

extra:

[the-meme-monarch]

what if deltarune beach episode (<-is cold where i live)

anyway TECHNICALLY based on this ask i got and the nelnal comic that came out like a day after which is also linked there :]

if you ship scc and/or kr/alsei go away

[fawn-tongues]

Safe Bet

[sableeira]

this skk trc au is probably my most self indulgent artwork to date. If this sounds confusing, random, and very niche. It is! You can check out this post for more info on what the hell this au is about (I fear it’s not getting less confusing tho!) or you can read The Raven Cycle 👍

[silkentine]

I’ve been obsessed with the ♠️ Pirate Sabo AU by @otaku553 Their artwork is total inspiration fodder. I DROOL over their line quality, story telling, and how they can implement so much symbolism with the colors alone. (So I wanted to try my hand at drawing him too 😊)

I’ve been wanting to draw Tage for weeks now; his design is just SO solid (have I mentioned I love men with long hair?). Imagine my surprise when I found this in my inbox today:

So obviously it was finally time to draw Tage. Actual squee. Thank you for creating such beautiful comics! I hope you enjoy being mutuals with me ☺️🩵

[frojdh-art]

“Trespassing?”

Inspired by @missmungoe’s Moon and Her Maiden

[vlydrphei]

Rex is such a good older brother to Rudy 😁 (he’s the youngest out of all of them)

I’m totally not obsessed with invincible and TOTALLY NOT on the brink of ruining my bank account by buying every comic and comic compendium and comic collection and funko pops and art book…

[notebookpapers]

I see your “Cecil could survive TMA but Jon couldn’t survive Night Vale” posts and I raise you: Carlos (the dad, the myth, the legend) could survive both easily

[meowdyjac]

Doodles :3

[soapy-birblover]

nah but I can’t stop thinking about their early days. Charles accompanying Edwin as he combs through records of old newspapers, only to find a short entry on the outcome of the case of his death. “Act of God.” The face Edwin might have made, the look Charles would give him, but no questions, it’s too soon for that. He might look into death records, to find his parents; when and where and how.

Would Charles attend his own funeral, to see who shows up? Edwin would be there with him, I think. Politely standing behind him, for after all, this is the funeral of a boy he’s only just getting to know. When Charles’ father gives a speech, is then when his jaw would tighten, and he would tell Edwin that he “wasn’t a nice man”?

Where would they wander, these ghosts? Did they find the attic for their agency immediately, or did they roam the streets of London, finding abandoned spots to rest in? They don’t need to sleep, after all. I think Charles would have tried his darnedest to. Edwin might be restless, after years spent in hell. Charles would be able to get him to fully unwind after 70 years of running. Edwin would state that his time in hell was a mistake, a technicality, but he wouldn’t elaborate. Not yet. And Charles would be fine with that.

I can imagine Charles trying and failing to catch Edwin up on 70 years of history. He wouldn’t be able to answer all of Edwin’s specific and detailed questions about why or who or exactly what happened next. Edwin would go to a library to figure it out himself, and Charles would go along too, because that’s what they do now. Wherever one wanders, the other goes.

They would eventually open up, their banter transitioning from the mundane to more personal, about their deaths and about their lives. They would establish and build the agency, and help hundreds of ghosts move on.

But in those early days, neither of them had a clue what they were doing, except that they wanted to do it together, with this stranger who was quickly becoming familiar. It would have felt both fragile and stable, as if their friendship could end in a matter of days or last forever. They were each other’s last bit of uncertainty in a world which otherwise looked unchanging, with their bodies frozen in time and the lack of stakes that comes with already being dead.

You could say they became each others’ unfinished business.