She's so done with him lmao

Have another silly sketches

Enid: *stumbles out of the forest, hurt from the fight*

Ajax: *puts his arm around her shoulder*

Wednesday: *FULL ON EMBRACES HER IN HER ARMS*

Tom: How long are we going to stand here and let him do that?

Deedee: Just give him a minute… or two… This is seriously entertaining…

Baby: *Struggling and on the verge of tears whilst pushing on a door that VERY CLEARLY has pull written on it*

Garroth has a hard time sleeping.

He has a very difficult time sleeping on a regular basis. He dreams of O’kasis and forced marriages. He dreams of his father destroying Phoenix Drop and taking him home. He wakes up in a cold sweat and decides to wake up early. Often this is around 2-3 in the morning.

As he patrols the docks and repairs the fences clumsily in his full armour, he mentally calls himself a coward.

Eventually Aphmau would be up and around, inevitably looking for him. She would so soon comment on his sluggish walk, the exhaustion to his voice, the ever so slight change in his demeanour. He would never really comprehend how she picked that up through his helm. He was hidden head to toe yet she saw right through him. He would brush it off and they would go on with their day. But she knew. And he knew she knew.

Later, he’s guarding outside her house. He often does. Though as he watches over the village, his eyes hurt. Aphmau would come outside and tell him he should come in and have tea for a bit. He can’t deny his lord.

He removes his helm. She knows his face. Freckles scatter his cheeks. His eyes are a light blue, a dark shade underneath them. They were always there though. He developed them with age. His hair is a bit frizzy after being trapped in his helmet all day. His face is scarred, all around his lips and nose. It’s nice to see. Not for anyone but her. She gives his tea a large helping of sugar and milk every time. He drinks it every time.

She says she heard him up early. She says he seems tired. She asks if he slept. It’s not really a question. She knows the answer. She wants to know why but doesn’t want to pry. He says he couldn’t sleep. She says she can help. It’s difficult not scoff at the tenacity in which she says it. She states it as though it’s a fact.

He refuses at first. Though she asks again like she just wants to. He says he has work to do. She says then they can rest together outside her house. Just for a few minutes. Then he can go back to work.

Empty teacups are left on the table in her home. A pleasant aroma of tea and the slight scent of his armour lay thick in the air. His helm sits on her table, forgotten in The Lords insistence.

Outside, in the grass lay the lord in her dress, and her guard beside her, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Now, I’m going to try something, ‘Kay?"

He scoffs though nods.

"What is it m’lady?"

She sits up and reaches her hand towards him, hovering it slightly above his heaving chest. He felt a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity as her once ink like markings began to glow.

Soon, the glow stopped and she smiled before laying down beside him again.

"Lady Aphmau I think it-"

"Shh Shh. Trust me. Just give it a second."

She began to hum a tune he didn’t quite recognize as he stared at the clouds. They warped and drifted across the sky into various shapes and forms. He doesn’t know when- but at some point he fell asleep.

When he woke, the sun was just past set and he could see the stars. He basked in the vaguely conscious feeling. His mind felt clouded for a time, the dull throbbing in his head irregularly subsided. All felt warm… like Lady Aphmau’s home. Very warm.

Wait… Lady Aphmau-

He stood up so fast his head span as he desperately glanced around the area. How had he fallen asleep?!? He was head guard- god damn it how could he do this?!?! What if Aphmau was in danger?! What if-

"Uhm.. Garroth?"

The Druid in question was in her same place as she was when he rested. Her hair was a bit messy though she just looked confused.

"You okay?"

He felt his racing heart settle, though the guilt stayed. (To be continued perhaps? 🤔)

I had this idea for so long

Even when i love to see clara smile...

Emo love trio

I present: Silly Jester Animatronic’s that have invaded my life. I can’t get rid of them, they are here to stay.

These guys are based off of the Sun and Moon Show jesters but, honestly this is just Sun and Moon in general. I love them and hold them gently.

I actually showed my mom this drawing the other day and she was really impressed. She may not know the characters but, she loved the detail I put into them. It makes me happy.

the weirdest fucking thing to me is how men will be like "it's so hard being a man. no one cares that i'm sad. the loneliness we experience could NEVER be understood by a woman" and then also be like "btw i never talk to my friends and i don't know their names and i love hanging out with men because they don't talk about their stupid emotions all the time. women could never understand a bond like this." like ???

wanted to share my favorite art pieces from the google drive collection of 300 free-to-use palestine-related posters by Artists Against Apartheid

poster numbers: 10, 102, 128 226, 20 34, 204, 127 158, 176, 26

The Allegiance of the Ascended Vampire and the New God of Magic

an excuse to draw zoro in the tb hoodie 🫣

It's shenanigans time guys

So have this DpxDc idea.

So, the Justice League and the Light (OR villains in general) have two newish members, they've both been around for about a year and they're from the same plane of existence (a place called the Infinite Realms according to those who dabble in the occult)

And the two seem to have some serious beef with each other.

Wisp and Wrath are basicly feral cats hissing and hekles raised when they spot the other and their fights normally ends in draws. They're evenly matched and sometimes the two even fight to the point they are out of steam and just fist fight.

Needless to say everyone believes they totally hate each other and might one day kill (or end?) One of them.

So everything gets turned upside down when suddenly both factions of heros and villains are suddenly summoned to the Infinite Realms.

In a throne room.

In front of the Infinite King (or most commonly known as the Ghost King)

A King who looks very, very much like Wisp and Wrath (like yeah the two do sometimes look alike, like when they grin with sharp teeth and their hair color, but one has blue skin and red eyes for crying out loud!)

He's staring at them, glowing green eyes that seemed to just... know.

"Welcome to the Infinite Realms. I am King Phantom." His voice echoing in the throne room and seemed to rattle them deeply, like a sudden chill in the early morning.

"I have summoned you all here for a single reason." He continued to say "Tell me..."

Here he paused, closed his eyes before leaning back on the chair then he smiled big and cheerfully asked.

"How are my kids doing in your world? Dan and Ellie arent causing too much chaos in their wake are they? They tend to go a tiny bit overboard sometimes but what siblings don't when they rough house you know. Tell me everything."

i think grover pointing out to percy that annabeth's yankee's cap is the only thing she has of her godly parent makes percy realize how important it is for demigods to have symbols of their parents with them. and i would really love to see it all come full circle when percy battles with ares later on in season one, and after he wins, he demands that ares leave them alone so they can return the bolt and that he gives clarisse another spear to make up for the one he broke. which would be an amazing way to set up percy and clarisse's 'i have a lot of respect for you/you're an annoying bitch that i tolerate/if anyone messes with you, i'll cut them' trope for later seasons.

TWO THANGS

when I say "love" with no descriptors, I don't mean romantic by default

when I say "art" with no descriptors, I don't mean visual by default

Loki gave free will to everyone, but once in a while, they would create small victories for Mobius.

When it rained, and there was no shelter for Mobius, somehow a forgotten umbrella would appear next to him.

And when Mobius went to order pastries at a local cafe, he would feel that no matter how long the line was, it always quickened when he stood on the queue.

Loki became the god of stories. And Mobius became the main character.

holding back (part 2)

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going insane thinking about the harrow and palamedes friendship. harrow, who has never met another necromancer her age forming a bizarro 3D chess rivalry while pal worries about her safety at every possible turn. harrow, who is up to her eyebrows in paranoia and secrecy, trusting the sixth house with gideon unconscious and hurt, letting them into the ninth house quarters unsupervised. if “i cannot conceive of a universe without you in it” is goth for i love you, “death first to vultures and scavengers” has got to be goth for i love you (platonic). pal’s first reaction when harrow comes into his bubble in the river is to scoop her up in a hug, and at this point she doesn’t remember anything about him because cutting out all her memories of gideon is impossible without cutting out memories of the sixth, but she still makes him a skelehand to inhabit anyway. when harrow’s memories are finally whole, she tells dulcinea she couldn’t face pal knowing that his pen pal girlfriend died on her account, but the next time she “faces” him, palamades’s soul is in someone else’s body and harrow’s body is full of nona’s soul. he spends six months protecting and caring for harrow’s body (and nona obv), believing in the possibility of bringing her back to it the same way cam believed in him. “god, do you know i miss harrow terribly.” and by the time harrow comes back to her body at the very end of ntn, pal is gone forever, fully pauled. the last time harrow and palamades see each other as their complete selves is in canaan house, alive and unlyctored. two of the smartest and loneliest people in the solar system meet each other in the worst of circumstances and spend the rest of the story dancing around each other as fragments of themselves, trying to care about each other in the interim but never fully meeting like they did the first time. a friendship made almost entirely of missing the other person. “do you know i miss harrow terribly.” god. i need to lie down