#not chronologically though

[meltedmush]

More octobing ....he's so cute...maybe many tiny octobings.....handful of bings.....

I need you all to request more Octobing, I want more excuses to draw this cutie 😭💖

[za1ka]

Good Omens x The Great Mouse Detective redraws part... 2! featuring Adam and Dog 🐭🔍🐶 (part 1 here)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Five foot something and he's royalty.

[egophiliac]

Sorry, most likely my memory being poor, but I thought Malleus' mom (don't know how to spell her name and too lazy to check how to spell it) was already an adult when Lilia ""proposed""?? Like I was always under the assumption that it was like a one-sided child crush on somebody completely out of your league you tend to have as a kid 💀

I don't think they say how old she was? although it's entirely possible I just misunderstood; my Japanese is...shaky. :') the actual line is "幼い頃に私に求婚したのは偽��か?", which I read as "isn't it true that you proposed to me as a kid?", and took as her being older than him, but not necessarily an adult (like, I was thinking of Lilia as being not quite a preteen and Mel being preteen/young teen). although I don't know if there's a connotation or something I'm missing that implies a bigger age gap, if that makes sense!

(and of course, I might also just be forgetting some other line -- if someone else knows, then please correct me! I need to know which headcanons need adjusting 👀)

BUT YEAH in a canon-y sense, Malleus is 178 and around the third-years developmentally. which makes me think that even though dragons have a way longer lifespan, they go through childhood at about the same rate as most fae (or at least the kind that Lilia is) and just kinda...slow waaaaay down once they hit adulthood. so it makes sense in my brain that he and Meleanor could've basically grown up together!

...it makes it angstier that way, anyway. :)

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - Meeting Susie 1 | 2 | 3

Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

Well, they met after Kris already sold their soul...and got off to a bit of a rough start! Turns out there's a bit of a learning curve for taming eldritch beasts.

(This short scene series will continue soon!)

[mmmelahii]

Did you know? That she dreams of you more nights than not. You propped upon her lap; regaling her with the machinations of your mind while she brushes your hair. Pausing only to press a kiss on your candle warmed cheek. She mourns your death as you live.

[cozylittleartblog]

i dont know how i didn't think to make a sticker out of her until somebody outright asked for it a couple weeks back, but here you go, queen sticker. (stickers ship free in the US! 💙)

[clownprince]

how sick and twisted would i have to be to miss that lunatic?

batman: arkham city – end game #1 // batman: arkham city – harley quinn's revenge // batman: arkham city – end game #2-6 // batman: arkham knight – the riddler's gambit // batman: arkham knight #0 // batman: arkham knight

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Do you use AI generators to compile or scrape this information?

no

[mythtiide]

its sunday, you know what that means! FALKLER ATTACK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

[order-of-the-bricks]

X

[caravanlurker]

CPeeps’s soon to be muse uh oh uh oh UH OH

[jessicas-pi]

The only sign of trouble Sabine had was some shouting from an alleyway before she was nearly knocked flat onto the pavement by a pair of boys rushing out into the street.

She'd managed a daring escape from her governess and had been hustling along, head whirling in thought, eager to get to the small coffee-house where her friends were meeting, when this near-collision happened. She staggered backwards, crashing back into a gentleman who caught her by her arms, steadying her, and then turned to berate the fleeting boys for knocking into a lady.

She stepped away from him, towards the alley, intrigued by what they might be running from, and found nothing in the alley but filth and a heap of rags. 

Then, the heap of rags moved.

Gradually, it formed itself into the shape of a ragged boy who had been curled into a ball, seemingly protecting something. He muttered words that would probably have been very foul, if they had been intelligible, and looked around, first down the far end of the alley, and then towards her.

His gaze lit upon her and froze.

She stared right back at him.

His face was smeared with blood.

It dribbled from a cut on his forehead and dripped from his nose. He really looked awful, and she only wondered for a moment why before her blood surged in anger. Those boys must have given him a sound beating.

Sabine stepped forwards, treading lightly through the grimy alley, and crouched down in front of him. She pulled out her handkerchief, offering it to him wordlessly.

He stared at her with wide eyes for a few seconds longer. It was a reaction she was rather used to. She knew she didn't look like most English girls—and not in a way that won her an abundance of admirers.

Except, she realized, as he continued to gaze at her in something that might have even been awe, maybe this time, it just did.

She couldn't say she wasn't flattered, but the staring was getting a little old.

"You're bleeding," she reminded him, holding the handkerchief out to him.

"I'm... Ezra..." he replied, the corner of his mouth twitching up towards a boyish grin. His accent was pronounced, and slightly nasal.

She raised an eyebrow, handkerchief still held out to him.

"I—I sell papers," he stammered, still staring at her. "Those boys—they wanted the money I made, but they didn't get it."

She waved the handkerchief at him a little.

"It's not much," he continued. "But—by gee, I held onto it."

She rolled her eyes and smacked the handkerchief against his red-smeared mouth, stopping up the blood.

"You're a bloody American," she observed with some amusement. "Aren't you?"

If possible, his eyes got wider. He likely wasn't used to high-class ladies using low language. If that was the case, then he ought to meet her friends. They'd give him a shock.

"Well—I guess I am American, and bloody, too." He laughed bewilderedly as he reached up, his fingers brushing against hers as he took the handkerchief from her. He lifted the handkerchief away from his face, glancing at it and then pressing it back to his face. "Golly, I hope you didn't do all this fancy stitching on your own, 'cause it's getting a bang-up dye job right now."

"I didn't—and you can keep it. I don't think I want it back anymore."

The boy looked at her with something like awe. "Gee. Thanks, miss."

She giggled, standing up and offering him her hand. He stood up without taking it, mumbling that he didn't want to get dirt on her nice gloves. 

He was a funny boy, and if she'd had time, she might have talked to him more, but Sabine was on a tight schedule. As it was, she would only have a chance to stop into the coffee-house for a moment to hear the news from Leia and Jyn.

"I must be going now," she said, nodding her head to him as she stepped backwards. "Stay out of trouble, now, paper-boy."

He blinked at her.

"But I—" he stammered. "I don't—know—your name?"

She grinned. If he didn’t know who she was, she wasn’t going to tell him.

"You've got my monogram,” she said, gesturing to the handkerchief as she skipped backwards. “Figure it out!"

Sabine turned, darting across the street. If she hurried, she would get to the coffee-house before Leia finished expressing her opinion of members of Parliament, and those were always worth hearing.

When she reached the other side, she glanced backwards. The boy was standing at the opening of the alley, the handkerchief clutched in his hand as he stared at her. When he saw her looking back, he raised his other hand and gave her a little shy wave.

Sabine grinned and waved back, momentarily caught up by a rash impulse to dash back across the street and invite him along. Americans were rather revolutionary, weren't they? He'd get along well with the girls.

And the girls would be absolutely delighted to learn about my trans-Atlantic admirer, she added mentally. Leia could be a merciless tease when she felt like it, and Jyn would probably jump at the chance for a bit of revenge over Sabine's delighted reaction to meeting her friend.

No... she'd better not risk it.

Shame, though. She rather thought she'd have liked to see more of that boy.

[cardigan-jam]

I humbly present my magnum opus, Gregory Peck 10 out of 10

[cillyscribbles]

Could one ask for a good old fasioned Demeter art? Also, welcome to this crazy lovable fandom C:

yes of course!! and thank you very much >v< very excited to be here.

she is safe, happy, well-fed and sunbathing :)

[canonkiller]

routine curiosity poll