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Me with my friends: *cries over my nonexistent love life*
airjitzu shipping because i think they’re super silly and cute god bless their little souls also ft sora being bewildered by arin’s non existent yet infinite rizz
I just cannot stop drawing them. Keith is going to save EVERYONE! Btw… how many times had he already saved Shiro?? Like four?
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(AU where the tale of sophie & agatha ends with the first book, rafal never stored his soul with evelyn, and sophie & agatha return to the school afterwards)
Not many people attend the funeral.
A few of Professor Sader's former students do, which is surprising. They're all historians and academics and authors, and they burn miniature copies of their books for him, raised dots shining on the paper. Some of them are familiar with the School for Good's vast grounds; some, those who were Never students, are not. But they close ranks like it doesn't matter at all.
Agatha learns, from Professor Dovey, that Professor Sader was a much more involved teacher before them. To Evers and Nevers alike. He'd distanced himself from their year; probably because he knew what was coming next. She sniffles a little as she says it.
Professor Sader's two older brothers are both there; both must be seventy at the least. The oldest, January, burns drawing paper and fine sets of paint, his face desolate. He speaks of Professor Sader like he raised his younger brother, and from what Professor Dovey says he practically did. How it must hurt, for your brother to leave you behind one final time.
His husband Matthew drops a stack of notes into the flames, the familiar dots glittering on the surface. He'll place a hand on Agatha's shoulder, later, and thank her for coming; tell her that Professor Sader was waiting for her, all this while. January will turn away, so Agatha doesn't have to see him cry.
July is the second brother, and he lingers a distance away from the casket. He doesn't burn anything, but he does step closer— just for a second— and whisper something Agatha doesn't want to hear.
Professor Sader has a sister, too. A half-sister. Her name is Evelyn, and Professor Dovey speaks of her with a quiet exhaustion. She taught at the School once. She doesn't return: not to see her brothers, not to say goodbye.
But one of her sons does. Rhian, he says softly when Professor Dovey asks. He looks very much like Professor Sader did; maybe that's why the adults can't bear to look at him, at the Sader who still has his whole life ahead of him. He never knew his uncle. January sent them the invitation anyway. His twin brother Japeth hadn't seen the need to go; but Rhian had always wanted a family.
The Sader brothers are kind to him. But they don't look at him. He goes to stand next to Agatha instead, like some odd pair of cousins. She doesn't object.
Who else? Not even the faculty attend. Most of them made no secret that they thought him insane. There's Professor Dovey, of course, and Lady Lesso by her side, for once silent. They each burn little paper models of houses: Professor Dovey's is a model of his rooms in the School, and Lady Lesso's is a replica of the Library of Virtue.
Then there's Callis. Agatha hadn't even known they knew each other. But she received an invitation from January, along with Agatha's, and their whole twisting story had come out. Their mutual respect, as researchers, as academics. Their friendship. The way Professor Sader had saved Callis' life, given her a way out of the Woods, just as he'd saved Agatha's. Just as he'd saved the School. Callis burns him paper clovers, the smoke reflecting in her gaze, curling up into the distant sky.
And Agatha rounds it off. She hadn't known Professor Sader, not really. But he'd known her. He'd cared.
He might have been something like a father to her, in some other life.
Just not this one.
She burns her copy of The Tale of Sophie and Agatha for him. She'd transcribed it, with Callis' help, into those patterns of raised dots. Professor Sader had never gotten to read it. He'd given his life for it. She thinks he's owed at least this much.
Thank you, she says quietly to him, as the smoke rises. She hopes that he can hear. She'll make sure people remember that it's his story, too.
there we gooo!!!
Would you believe this one only took a day? I’m VERY proud of this one .. it’s short and pretty simple but still very pretty to me I’m very happy with this
Can we please appreciate the effort it takes to cut and paste 350 Shrek faces? I'm honestly impressed
So my sister’s out for the day and my sister’s room is completely covered in One Direction posters
So I thought “why not cut out 350 shrek faces
aND MAKE EVERYTHING SHREK”
I PRESENT TO YOU
ONE DIR”SHREK”TION
350 shrek faces
No face left uncovered
Now we wait
Never not rebloging this masterpiece
The fandom triforce
SSKK doujinshi
Title: His Reason for Existense Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs Pairing: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke x Nakajima Atsushi Pages: 27 Rating: PG Download Links: English ver (MediaFire), Russian ver (MediaFire)
Atsushi comes to treat a wounded Akutagawa...
Fan translation, meant to spread the love of Shin Soukoku.
I was feeling agitated and artblocked yesterday so I decided to give my brain a rest by watching TV and then the next thing I knew these were in front of me
You will always have The Blade with you
Omg i love them so much vdkdhdkdhksj
I don't know what to say here
just hold this. gently.
OMGOMGOMGOMG WHAT. WHAAAT.
i present to you the au that has been brewing up in my head for a couple of months now, dr steals-your-ending (thanks sm @scatterbrainedbot for coming up with the name, it slaps)
i need future mikey focused shenanigans like air, so heres my take. idk when i have the time and energy to work on it more but im glad i at least have this bad boy of a comic out of my system for now <3
butterfly tears
Quick texture experiment ft. Malenia!
Centre of the universe °˖✧♡
(animated version)
Khun's absence was not easy. Bam's gaze would return to the empty seat beside him each time, the one stubbornly reserved for his sleeping best friend. It was force of habit by then. He would try to imagine what Khun would look like seated there, remember his voice and face and sly demeanor, the memory eventually becoming a blurred spectre of blue staring him in the eye and plunging a knife through his chest.
Soon he'd forgotten what Khun sounded like, and then he thought, that's it - he's forgetting him, and there's nothing he can do about it.
He forced himself to look forward, and the seat sat empty in the edges of his vision.
When Khun awoke, returned to him warm and smiling, he drank in his image, sated his longing in the marine of his irises and nearly drowned when his hand rose to brush fingertips across his face -
"Your hair... It's gotten quite long."
Khun didn't need to know it was meant to match his, time spent imagining him in the reflection of mirrors in his place; it's a ridiculous thing to admit –
"Yeah. It's not as long as I'd like it, yet."
"Are you well?"
Bam looked at him. Was he well?
Yeah. Yes. He breathed, one of Khun's colognes wafting pleasant in the air, upending nostalgia into his heart, a breath of winter's air–
"With you here," he responded, unable to stop himself.
Khun smiled. Safe haven found in the curve of his lips, carried in his currents, a return to alright, a shifted axis restored. His veins spring hope anew from where ice silenced its flow, and the future will no longer be something for him to face alone.
Vanderwood! Jaehee! Either of you could literally just punch me in the face and break my jaw, and I would just say thank you 🥺💕
Please accept my love 💕💕
“I’m sorry about him, as we appreciate your affection we will NOT be resorting to violence. Thank you for understanding. Oh, and we all love you too.”
So, I just forgot that I can’t draw, so I threw this shit down. If someone knows how to color it would be nice, otherwise we all cry like this ship.
Listen/purchase: The Guilty Ones by Leslie Odom Jr.
ok… shit