#snow grave

[the-1-bigshot]

Come one, come all

Cool designs huh? They're not mine! They're from this awesome multi animator project I helped work on and you should check out now!:

Happy holidays

[jayedwards101]

Day 20, Frost. Proceed.

[valariemoon]

AHH this is so cool!!! I love it <3<3<3

some clarity, from one angel to another

[cali-brum]

[caleod]

10-9-24

[photobirb]

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[farosdaughter]

If Coryo was solely looking out for himself throughout TBOSAS and never had genuine feelings for Lucy Gray, then explain this passage

He could’ve landed in one of the districts closer to the Capitol, but instead chose to exile himself to District 12 hoping to be reunited with Lucy Gray. The mere possibility of their reunion is the only thing that keeps him going. And that’s love.😌

[capricioussun]

That’s a wrap! What a blast! Thank you sooo much to everyone who joined, it was so nice to just hang out and draw together! I’d love to do another one sometime, and not take a whole year or longer to actually do it lol

decafcoffee and ddr.lite are on insta, but @kiok0r0 and @krzakok here! And so am I! Or at least sometimes <3

Glad we could all be brought together by the power of underfell papyrus 🙂‍↕️

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[mothinflamesdoodles]

Shrimp lobster caught in a whale fight.

Fanart for @sophtopus for chapter 238 of her story The Golden Quiche.

[bloodyykissess]

[vinter-skugga]

[blooming-lenses]

under snowy cover

2025/01/03

[dess-the-halls]

It was Christmas Eve... a particularly lonely one at that. Dess always felt the double bladed edge of nostalgia for the season. She remembered Noelle and Dad working on decorations as she looked at the display shelves of the windows in the stores as she passed by them on her way home. The smell of fresh baked cookies wafted in the air reminded her of when she was younger, working on little gingerbread monsters and houses in the kitchen so there'd be a center piece for dinner when their mother got home from work.

Her mind felt like a snow globe that kept getting shaken up at every new thought that popped into it. She hear the sound of the town's children laughing and they reminded her of Noelle even more. She wondered how Noelle was.

Maybe that's why Dess found herself driving back to Hometown. Just to see how they were doing. She lost count of how many days she was away, how many days she had gone by a new name in a different town... wondering if her sister could forgive her, or even if she would forgive her for leaving without so much as an explanation.

Dess went to the one quiet place in Hometown she felt that she could get some time to think away from the kids and hustle and bustle of the holiday festivities. She hiked up the hill, memories playing out in her mind of when she'd go sledding with her sister. She wondered if Noelle remembered those good times or if those faded away since she left, did she go sledding by herself or maybe she tried doing so with their dad or maybe Kris, they were friends, ... weren't they?

As Dess climbed up that ol' hill, her eyes were greeted with a sight for sore eyes. Noelle sitting on top of the hill, backlit with the festive lights from the winter time celebration down in Hometown. She didn't speak, she didn't move, she was almost like a deer in the headlights as she overanalyzed everything in that moment. Noelle was alone, there wasn't a sled in sight, much less anyone else who she looked to be sharing the moment with. She felt the cold chill of the winter air nipping at her nose. She walked forward, ever so hesitantly reaching out, almost as if Noelle were this fragile elaborate sculpture that were to break at even the slightest of taps.

She held herself back, taking a moment to herself to steel her resolve just incase the worst were to happen and the well of their sibling relationship was poisoned in anyway. Dess looked at Noelle before taking another few steps forward into the crunchy snow, honestly surprised that she hadn't jumped out of her skin, maybe there was a lot on her mind just as much as there was her own.

"Hey... this seat taken?" She said in the most gentle tone she could muster as to not scare her sister half to death.

A Christmas Miracle

Closed starter || fluff verse || @dess-the-halls

Christmas Eve has always been a busy time at the Holiday household, Noelle would usually be helping her dad decorate while her mother was at work, give her something nice to come home to, but with him in the hospital there was only so much that Noelle could do on her own, and she had already done it all, because the house was never this empty, never at Christmas.

This time of year only made her miss her sister even more, Noelle had never given it much thought but her father always seemed to have a little more decorating for them to do every day and it was always enough to help her keep her mind off of it. Probably was as much for her as it was for him… she would be with him right now if it weren’t for visiting hours being over. Her mother wasn’t home yet, so she was sitting alone amidst the softly blinking Christmas lights and cinnamon scented pinecones.

It was too much for her to take right now, she needed to get out of there. Pulling her coat on she took off into the early evening, she didn’t realize where she was going until she came face to face with it; the old sledding hill. A slight smile played across her face as she made her way up to the top, she and Dess used to come here every year when they were little.

From the top of the hill everything looked so small, the lights in the windows of the town glowed warmly, her own house was a beacon of Christmas spirit, it looked so picturesque from up here, like a scene printed on the side of a hot cocoa mug… and yet Noelle felt tears welling up in her eyes blurring the beautiful scene, but she was so focused on not crying that she didn’t notice the sound of familiar hoof steps in the snow .

[valeffelees]

so i have this au called "the mage's heir" where davy never gives simon up after lucy's death and, instead, makes the decision to raise him alone. and kinda does okay! davy is still all *snazzy piano riff* and shit, but in this verse, taking care of simon when he's small forces him to step away from his work and chill the fuck out a bit. at least for a little while. (simon winds up growing up into a signficiantly more arrogant and morally grey version of himself tho.)

[simonscones]

i wish carry on had a movie or a show so i could make one of those “no one mourns the wicked” edits with simon and davy (this is a lie because i cannot edit)

[photobirb]

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