#wintery night

[marionette-j2x]

"A Crown Worthy Of A Queen"

Based on my last year's comics "Grom NIGHTmare" & "Grom NIGHTmare (Sequel)"

[rulersreachf4n]

HUNTER BLUSHING APPRECIATION POST

[icewindandboringhorror]

sneepy cozy time....

[savzo]

I realized I never made a Grom Picture. Heres the Plant Princess and her dork.

[lilianhuas]

[Unedited] Zeng ShunXi’s cameo guest role as Xie Tong Zi in 云之羽 My Journey To You [x]

[byanyan]

ㅤㅤ" i'll take any presents you got to offer, but if you say 'merry christmas' to me, i'm breakin' your fuckin' leg. —an' none of that 'happy holidays' shit either, that'll be all the fingers on your dominant hand. "

[nemo-in-wonderland]

gods, I need to draw fluff.

Like, does it ever happen to any of you that you *just* have the compulsion to create something so incredibly fluffy and adorable and sweet that's not just a want, BUT A NEED?????

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <3

[kissagii]

the weather needs to stop being fucked up

[snakegills]

Was forced to participate in holiday cheer at work and just like I knew it would everyone talking about their families and getting together to celebrate made me steel sad and empty

[marionette-j2x]

A continuation comic from @turquoisespace35 's Huntlow Grom art and @emeraldpedro 's Tweet on twitter.

Need to add more pain, ya know? 😊 Enjoy! Or not- 😊

EDIT: HERE'S A SEQUEL OF THIS SEQUEL-! 🤣😭

[antonymziie]

the night the world ended. . .

stanley initially blamed himself for ford's actions. no one could have warned him about the cosmic horror he would be forced to encounter that wintery evening.

[finnickodaiir]

Too go with them or not?

[inkdrinkerworld]

“Remmy look!” You point to a little jumper that certainly won’t fit either of you but he smiles anyway.

You’re seven months pregnant and Lily had warned you both that nesting took real effect now.

You’re out in town, just looking for little bits and odd ends to finish your baby’s nursery and a few more wintery clothes for them.

The jumper you’re pointing at is a small, buttercup yellow knitted thing and you can just see how perfect it would look on your daughter.

Instinctively, your hand rubs down your bump.

“Let’s have a look around then, dove.”

He helps you over the steps and further into the store. Remus realises belatedly that this may not have been the best idea because even he gets sucked into the tiny jumpers and onesies that would no doubt look adorable on your baby girl.

“Three things,” you limit the both of you, but both you and Remus know you’ll more likely be leaving with three bags.

You pick up the knitted jumper first, the pale buttercup yellow gorgeous and soft and it makes you wonder if they’d have your size too.

Remus picks the next thing, a cute baby blue onesie with little bunnies on them and booties with grips on the feet. “She’s gonna be so tiny.” He mutters, wonder taking over his tone because it’s truly amazing to think about.

“She is.” You browse around the store for a bit again, when you spot it.

The most gorgeous red and green plaid night dress- it’s also the most Christmas thing ever but you’re having a winter baby, it can’t be helped.

“Remus, look at it.” You waddle to the rack with the dress and rifle through till you find a newborn size and a size that she’ll be able to wear this time next year.

You hold it against your belly, slightly out of breath while Remus smiles. You glow with something fierce and even more powerful with your pregnancy, this sort of beauty that he harps on at night while you’re both soft and warm from a shower in your comfies while he rubs lotion on your bump.

“We’ll have to get booties for her, and maybe even stockings.”

You find them and get out of the store, the cashier smiling at you as Remus rubs your back when there’s a harsh kick against your ribs.

“Ready to get home? I just have to put the cottage pie in the oven.” He asks as he taps his card, your head resting on his bicep.

“Could we get a ginger ale on the way back?”

Remus nods, kissing your temple.

He holds open the door for you, hand on the small of your back as you walk down the step. “Just have to pop into the bookstore to pick up the books we ordered and we can get going, dove.”

[ex-jock-enthusiast]

As cuffing season tightens its wintery grip, @chasing-gayns on insta reminds me of the immortal words of SZA, a mantra to hold fast to as the nights draw in: 'I want a big boy, I need a big boy, gimme a big boy.'

[scealaiscoite]

fantasy setting prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🕊️ ꒱

¹⁾ a darkened apothecary illuminated only by the light somehow being emitted by the many bottles and jars lining the walls

²⁾ the banquet hall of a nobleman’s sprawling estate, in the throes of a lavish ball attended by everyone in the townland

³⁾ at a healer’s cabin in the dead of night, overwhelmed by adrenaline and the scent of countless tinctures and remedies as they’re applied

⁴⁾ the last imperial guardpost before crossing into enemy lands

⁵⁾ a run-down inn in the middle of nowhere, half reclaimed by the woodlands around it

⁶⁾ a lake set deep into the mountains with something sinister lurking beneath the surface

⁷⁾ the first port in a new land after weeks at sea trying to get there

⁸⁾ the highest turret in the royal family’s castle on a wintery morning

⁹⁾ the war council’s planning room, the morning after a bloody defeat

¹⁰⁾ an alchemist’s workshop

¹¹⁾ the stables just before daybreak

¹²⁾ the impromptu camp that the leader of the journey had to be begged into allowing after everyone else grew exhausted from being on the road all day

¹³⁾ the army barracks before a battle

¹⁴⁾ the last altar of a dying god’s religion

¹⁵⁾ the empress’s chambers, trussed up in nothing more than silken bedsheets and the morning sunshine

¹⁶⁾ the bedside of an old mentor, right before the end

¹⁷⁾ on the wrong end of a traitor’s sword

¹⁸⁾ a beast’s underground lair, alone and unarmed

¹⁹⁾ the thick of the enemy’s encampment, shackled and unrepentant

²⁰⁾ the mage’s quarters, having seen something there’s no worldly explanation for

²¹⁾ the armoury in the late hours of the night, stinking of polish and tears

²²⁾ in the throne room of the imperial citadel with an ulterior motive

²³⁾ by the scholar’s side in the library, eager for a little more than knowledge

²⁴⁾ an alehouse in the dead countryside, hoping not to be found

²⁵⁾ the executioner’s platform seeking for just one face in the crowd