#i’ll finish

[areyoudreaminof]

FRFD WIP

I will finish this goddamn chapter, I swear.

The firebird fell as her wings began to crack painfully. Her flames hissed to a halt as she landed in the snow. Her shoulders expanded and her jaw gaped open as teeth began to sprout along her beak and the bird became a woman. Finger bones sprouted from feathers as she gripped fresh snow beneath twisting flesh, the cold somehow grounding the excruciating pain of the transformation.

Through her shifting vision, the bird woman could see someone running towards her from a warm light. Elain the bird woman remembered. She raised her hand slowly, as her feathers began to retract into her skin.

The bird was gone and only the woman remained. With shaking limbs, Vassa raised herself up from the forest floor as Elain’s voice hit her ears.

“Get up, now! We have to get inside!”

Elain wrenched her upwards by the arms, hauling Vassa to her feet. I didn’t know she was that strong, Vassa thought as her mind began to clear. Her feet barely touched the ground as Elain led her across the clearing at an alarming speed that was surely entirely fae. Up ahead, Vassa spotted the warm, inviting light of the manor getting closer, beckoning her to safety and she suddenly became aware of her legs, now burning with exertion and her breath, sharp and painful in her chest and belly.

The sharp howl rang across the night, silencing Vassa’s breath and suddenly, she knew. She knew exactly what made that howl, and she swore she could see it, stalking her and Elain out of the corner of her eye. She knew how it moved in shadow, how it prowled along the veil of life and death, hunting.

Elain pushed Vassa into the manor, slamming the back door with such force, the glass windows rattled. Vassa slumped down with exhaustion onto the floor, crawling across the kitchen and into the parlor. She could make out thumps and scrapes as she heard Elain barricade the back door behind her. Vassa closed her eyes for a moment just then, steadying her breathing, The carpet smelled of spilled wine and bread, the slippers and shoes of her new family dancing and running through the parlor. The fire in the hearth warmed her face, the same fire that they had sat around the past year while they played games, and talked of everything and nothing.

I’m not ready, Vassa thought as tears escaped her tightly shut eyes. I’m not ready to go.

[circuitsider]

may be 1 am but corporate clash art wip… like… why are they so 2000s cartoon. just like. imagine they had a whole cartoon show slot for themselves. IT’LL LOOK BETTER WHEN I FINISH I SWEAR,,,,, corporate clash fans please don’t attack me i’m new SLASH SILLY

[dearreader]

im at the point in the parks and rec rewatch where they got really really big and it kinda loses some of its charm

[monstermonger]

i love when i look into a window and find a cat there... | minizine ♡

[st-hedge]

How spiders look at ur from the drain after u accidentally wash them down— I mean huh? A d(ark) (l)ink for spooky month

[h3lian]

I blame my partner for this idea pffff

[martyfive]

SHHH… ma’s looking for you!

[mangozic]

the wettest of cats

[cranberrycore]

Y’all like lesbian monster yuri?

[labrayic]

Something about sunshine and rainbows and rain

[xthe-moonletx]

“You mean, like a sudden rainstorm forces them together beneath a canopy

they look into each other’s eyes

and realize they were made for each other.”

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Here’s a revamp of a piece I drew about a year ago, now fully rendered and refreshed! It’s a spin-off of Pierre Aguste Cott’s The Storm that I thought fit the ineffables perfectly :)

[voidoffline]

!This is a drawing! Not a screenshot!

This is nineteen hours of work. (Not the build I based this off of- it only took me like a few minutes to build it XD)

(This is the next build of mine that I will draw)

[mopeart]

[phaoi]

may i introduce..

THE phRATS

[misclotus]

monitoring you, like machines do

don’t mind me drawing tma fanart while i haven’t even finished tmp

i recently got an irl friend into tma and have been reliving the early seasons vicariously through her so in other words— the brainworms are back and i felt the visceral need to draw jonathan sims 😔

[hollytree33]

Young lad who’s a few hundred years old