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This is beautiful, and honestly looks a lot more effective than giving people metiphorical space
i am a huge fan of @bamsara‘s IZ work, and was inspired to do a little scene from their fic Spacedust & Nightlights (this bit specifically is from chapter 2). it’s been about four billion years since i’ve done a comic of any sort, and i’m a little rusty, but this was fun to make. thank you bam!
"And since i am dead I can take off my head, to recite Shakespearean quotations!
No animal nor man can scream like I can! With the fury of my recitations"
undead atem i drew for halloween last year
+ mummy AU doodles (body horror warning)
i miss this au, it had a lot of comedic potential :'D esp in the puzzleshipping department
I've re-read Frankenstein, and i have 2 thoughts:
Henry deserved better
It's a lot sadder than i remembered
If you read this post you are contractually obligated to say one (1) good thing about yourself. No self depreciation.
My brain when i have 3 too many cups of coffee
Yep, this about sums up how I feel right now.
Honestly sounds kinda like a catchphrase for a monster high character
ghostlight gravekeep ghoulboss
*clutches pearls tightly* "oh, no! How cam that poor baby survive the extreme leck of kisses
Beautiful bisexual boy all snuggled up cosy in bed receiving ZERO forehead kissies scandal
"You see, their parent got really into yoga, so now it has a horizontal stretch of 4!"
A moment of silence for all the pens (and erasers) people have lost this way.
what little we know of tilla we know at least she was fully willing to let some random teenager she didnt know borrow her duel disk. im going to mark her down as the kind of person who lost a lot of pens from lending them out in high school, but will still hand you one without hesitation if you ask.
It gives me bibically accurate angel vibes
If i had a castle this is what I'd do with it
by euphemia.stokefield
@dunmertitty transgender GAY sex
Your 20s are for looking back to your childhood and thinking "huh, that sure was fucked up, they shouldn't have done that to me."
Your 30s are for looking back to your 20s and thinking "huh, that sure was fucked up, I shouldn't have done that to myself."
I have a feeling he'd work I, rehab and prosthetics, especially for injured veterans.
Thinking about Kaiba but he's a doctor
Cottagecore vibes
Also WHY ARE YOU USING THOSE POOR BOOKS AS A TABLE?
ju_seonyo
The top one looks like a laser is cutting through the earth
Kelly Z • Quiet Spaces
The top one looks like a laser is cutting through the earth
Kelly Z • Quiet Spaces
Is it just me or does the guy look sorta like rick astley
Yevgeny Khaldei. Late autumn. 1960s
What would hope's color be?
Crushed, Mark Liam Smith
The lone survivor of the robot apocalypse
Brave new world, Huleeb
Honey, i lost the cat on the roof again!!!
hmmm
that little bit of metallic iridescence on pigeons reblog if you agree.
Agree 100%. My APHG teacher was the funniest man I've met and he's in his 50s
UN:MASKED 4 - ELIZAVETA PORODINA
via beautiful_places_in_japan
The greatest friendship/ love story of our generation
im bored who wants to play chess with me
I thought this was about worms for a second
Imagine you're just some funky little dude living in your society deep underground, perhaps the place of your birth (from dust we come and to dust we shall return, right?), perhaps just a last refuge from the invaders above that come into your domain and slaughter your people and take your resources. Although, as you get older, you begin to realize that your people do an awful lot to encourage it and very little to actually stop it, and regardless of who started it--a childish line of reasoning given that the answer is lost to time--the fact of the matter is that they are scared of us, and we are scared of them. They can survive conditions we can't, and so can we. They are monsters to us, and we are monsters to them.
So your people creep out of what shadowy hiding places they have left and slaughter the Others from above and are slaughtered, and you....you are left curious...? You aren't a warrior, like so many of your people. You don't want to fight the Others. You don't really mind them, at all. You think they could be interesting, if they weren't so scary and/or scared of you. You are both the monsters under one another's beds. You don't get into magic either. Fighting the Other by those means appeals to you just as much as by brute strength. No, you get into collecting, and selling, and trading. Money has its uses, be it money from the Others, or money from your people. And maybe you're a bit more curious then you expected, because one day....oh, one day you don't just creep out of the shadowy hiding places like the rest of your people. One day, you leave the ground. It's rainy, or dark, or snowy, maybe. Humid enough for you to be comfortable, and in conditions that the Others don't seem to like at all.
You collect more of their things. A magnifying glass, maybe, or some of their money. You are religious, and maybe this came from the Others as much as it did your people, though your devotion is from yourself. You go out more and more often, braving the Others' domain just as they brave yours, sneaking around where they drive through throngs of your people in a violent effort to claim/conquer/escape. You never could tell. You still can't.
And one day you find a nice place very similar to where your people live, all humid air and dark corners, but lonely, deserted of both your people and the Others. You set up your shop here, amongst these abandoned tunnels. Sometimes your people come. Sometimes those that are neither your people nor the Others come. The world is full of mysteries and magic, and many of them visit you, and you are well on your way to becoming another spectacle too. It's lonely. Maybe. You never fit in with your people, though, and you'd much rather have this ease of exploring the Others' world at night without a brash of warriors yelling slurs at you as you go up, so you shoulder it when you can't relish in it.
And explore you do.
Up you go at night. In winter. During the rain. Anytime the Others have deserted their town, you'll be there, collecting, exploring, buying and selling.
Until one day, one of the Others finds you.
They startle you.
They take your magnifying glass.
It's your fault. You dropped it. But not just that! They take your privacy, as it turns out, because they find a way into your tunnels not long after they start peering into them and rattling the chains, and what's more, they want to do business with you as much as any of the other curiosities that frequent your shop. They're one too, you begin to realize. A curiosity.
They begin giving you gifts. They come to talk sometimes. Not to look at your wares. To talk. In a way, this is even more befuddling than the gifts. And oh, what gifts they are! They honor you. Pamper you, if you're allowed to say it, and you hope that you are. This Other is kind to you and swiftly becomes your friend. They protect you as a secret, hide you from their people.
And you know....
....you know somewhere, in the back of your soul, or more blatantly when it comes up in conversation, that this is an Other that goes Down and battles your people. Not just that. They slaughter your people. Hunt them for sport. Eradicate them for the safety and sake of their people.
But maybe you love them, in as much as you love anything, and in as much as your people love, which seems, from what you have seen on your hauntings, a very different thing than how Others love. But even so, you start to love them, and your Other starts to love you too, finds it in them to show it to you as you would one of your people, even if this is not what they feel or how they feel.
And one day they do you the greatest honor of all. It took them toiling. It took them time. It took them travels. It took them blood--theirs and that of your people. But they bring you this gift, a very precious gift, and ask you to live with them, up out of the tunnels you've dwelt in, ask you to live with them as a secret. One they want to keep as close as possible.
You have heard the Others chatter the word marriage to one another through the open windows of their shops and tavern at night, and you don't know what it means, or what your Other has to do with it--though when their name comes up in This Sort of Gossip you do not like it--but you think that maybe it means something like this. And you hope that your Other treats it as such. You will leave if they do this thing, this marrying, to someone else, and it might not break your heart because you are not an Other and you do not experience that way, but O, you would live with them no more.
But that hasn't come to pass yet, if it ever will. So you go to their lands. You build yourself a home. You see them work. They see you work.
And sometimes they gather food and potions and weapons and go down to your old home, to the mines, and you know they are slaughtering your people, and you know they must pass through where all the other Others live to get there, and you know your existence is their precious secret that guarantees your safety only so long as they keep it faithfully, and you stay. You stay there. Because this Other knows you better than your people and better than solitude, and because you want them there. And your Other stays with you, even as they face, each time, a cousin of yours, or an old neighbor, or a sibling, or a mentor, or a peer, or a stranger, and are attacked, each and every time, and see it in you that you could attack, could creep into their house easily at night and lay waste to them while they rest as Others must. And your Other stays.
Anyways, I think Krobus is a fuckin crazy character.
Personally, i believe that not caring what other people think about your appearance also means being perfectly comfortable being overdressed for the situation
LOVE being overdressed. Obsessed with it, actually. “Who you all dressed up for?” You, bitch, are we going to Cane’s or not? “Do you have an event today?” Yes, it’s called going to the grocery store.
They can FLY with that hat
Hat
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