gideon: i hope harrow dies đ
gideon, the moment she finds out harrowâs blood (her intravenous blood. her intravenous blood.) has been spilled in an access hatch she cannot enter:
Otra vĂctima el Chupacabra
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I miss my lesbian necromancers
Thinking about Blake who believed she was unlovable and deserved to be alone for so long getting to wake up in the morning nestled in Yang's arms, bury her face in the crook of her neck and just breath her in and bask in her warmth.
Sometimes a family is a nineteen year old girl whoâs more importantly six months actually, a fourteen year old veteran, a twelve year old drug dealer, a boy with a bunch of dads and another boy makes enough noise for a whole classroom of kids and even Kevin and I think thatâs beautiful.
quick gelphie sketches I did today loosely based on a fic I read
âHopeâ is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - Iâve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.
-Emily Dickinson
Happy Pride :)Â
EDIT!
Now available as prints! Thank you to everyone whoâs interested!
Greetings from the Mithraeum !!
My adaptation of the God of Arepo short story, which was originally up at ShortBox Comics Fair for charity. You can get a copy of the DRM-free ebook here for free - and I'd encourage you to donate to Mighty Writers or The Ministry of Stories in exchange.
Again it's an honour to be drawing one of my favourite short stories ever. Thank you so much for the original authors for creating this story; and for everyone who bought a copy and donated to the above non-profits.