#the art is at the end guys

[walsuf]

The snow was bright with the reflected sun, illuminating the evergreens and dead brush along the trail. Dark Choco and Madeleine found themselves following the footsteps of whoever happened to be ahead of them– likely by a few days since snow swept over a lot of the tracks. It was cold and crisp and…

“-you wouldn’t believe who walked in on us—at the wrong time, too!” Madeleine raved, waving his arms about as he prattled on about some story from his schooling days.

…loud.

“Oh, really?” Dark Choco replied hollowly. He hoped his lack of audible interest was enough to get him to shut up, or at least stop screaming to the frosted hilltops like the whole nation was his audience.

“Yes! It was the fencing coach– looking very unhappy, might I add. I tried to defend myself, but the evidence was against me… I don’t think he believed a word I said,” Madeleine said with a laugh. 

Madeleine, as it turned out, was incapable of taking a hint.

Dark Choco had been peppering hints of his disinterest the entire time, actually. He started from the moment he and Madeleine began journeying together a full… three hours ago. It was becoming abundantly clear that Dark Choco’s normal walks full of self-reflecting and solitude were long gone, because he could have stitched Madeleine's mouth shut and he’d still find a way to flap his jaws.

Dark Choco felt his eyes twitch. He bit his lip to stop himself from saying something rude.

“I’m glad I ran into you when I did,” Madeleine spoke, his laughs turning almost bitter, “I thought some quiet by myself would be refreshing, but now I just feel lonely. I miss my family.”

Great, now Dark Choco felt guilty about it. Maybe if the paladin kept talking about childhood memories and slaying monsters he could get away with caring less– but suddenly it was becoming personal, and at the mention of family Dark Choco’s chest felt tight.

“...I miss my family as well,” Dark Choco mumbled. The words slipped out so easily he couldn’t stop them.

“Oh? Why not pay them a visit– you live around here, do you not?” Madeleine, maybe consciously– Dark Choco couldn’t tell at this point– leaned in closer, his footsteps syncing as best they could through the thick snow. 

“It’s… complicated.” Dark Choco left it at that. He didn’t need to be spilling his secrets with some stranger he would part ways with so soon. Instead, to switch the focus away from him, he flipped the conversation on Madeleine, “What about you?” He seemed to enjoy talking about himself.

“I’d been holed up in the Republic for so long that I might have lost my sense of identity. I wanted to change that– see the world, maybe find some new friends and stories to tell,” Madeleine said, nodding surely to himself, “so I started traveling east.”

Ah, so he was from the Republic. That explained his overall flair and loudness, and his lack of preparedness for the winter. His outfit was hardly built for the cold, but he didn’t complain about it, Dark Choco noted. “I heard it doesn’t snow too much over there.”

Madeleine shook his head. “No, it doesn’t. It gets colder, but the water never freezes over. It’s good for all of the fishing, but the holidays aren’t nearly as festive.”

“Have you ever gone ice fishing?”

“I’ve never gone fishing at all,” Madeleine snorted, “I was always too busy keeping up with my studies. Being a ‘star student’ is more than just an act.”

Dark Choco hummed to himself; his first impression may have been flawed. “You should try it some time.”

“Of course! If I’m staying for a while, I should learn how you all live over here,” Madeleine replied.

Dark Choco looked down at Madeleine’s armored boots, watching the weight of them drag over the snow like shovels. He wasn’t showing it, but Dark Choco was sure he was getting cold feet. 

“You should start with some snow boots,” he suggested.

Madeleine’s face lit up as if he were chosen by the sun. “Ah! That’s a thing? I’ve been putting heat packs in my boots to keep warm.” His voice was more dramatic than when he was telling stories.

Dark Choco almost laughed. “That can’t be sustainable.”

“Trust me, it isn’t.”

…and for some reason, Dark Choco found himself smiling without even realizing it.

Here's an extra drawing I had for them 🎉🎉🎉

Part 1 if you need it hehe

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[ashrayus]

absolutely lost it over this fic by @neuro-psyche so. have this comic o(- (

go read it rn if u also love some Good identity reveal fic!!!!

[me-beef]

@strangeravatar made a great point

i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make

but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do

ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad

[royaltea000]

“A thousand generations serve to praise…”

[noodles-and-tea]

Little Stan getting manipulated by Bill has excellent angst potential but consider.

Stanley just, keeps tricking Bill. Because Bill would definitely massively underestimate Stanley and how far he’ll go to protect Ford (like in the actual show). We also know Stanley has the street smarts between the twins and could absolutely tell Bill is full of it.

And because Bill would absolutely loose his mind if he kept getting foiled by a snot nosed eight year old that isn’t even supposed to be here

I like to think that he doesn’t even try that hard he just does not even care about bill

[hinamie]

sympathy for cain

[saragrosie]

Sketching while streaming s5...

Jonathan Sims I will learn to draw you (this is my doing. I could draw him however I want and I choose to stick with an image of him in my brain that is difficult for me to draw. Masochism.)

Not s5 Mahtins below I enjoyed drawing cuz hes neat:

(Edit: I yassified Martin in the do not separate cuz I wanted his hair fluffier)

[glassiskies]

in which aziraphale reverts to old habits, crowley is outraged, and they still do not talk about it

[isjasz]

🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌖

(happy eclipse day yesterday🎆🎆🎆)

[haunted-xander]

Well, I guess you didn't have much of a choice either

[caramelldansenu]

[egophiliac]

tsum events really are just the best, huh

[bloominglegumes]

i love normal guys doomed by the narrative

[heartorbit]

happy halloween! 🎃🐈‍⬛👻🐇

[dyke-in-crisis]

I have noticed a pattern & I’m guilty of all of these