...SO, I made another Kirby Oc...

Lore under the cut!

Art and scripture older than most existing galaxies today can be found all over The Dream Fountain. Depicting a graceful, godlike entity that archaeologists had dubbed "Lady Dream". While a majority of the text is still left untranslated, they've managed to piece together a small snippet of a story from the many, aged murals dotted around the fountain's surrounding structures.

They could only recover the apparent story about halfway through, though. As a good portion of the glass paintings had been either desecrated or completely destroyed. Whether it was through conscious and malicious actions taken by an aggressive third party, or just time taking it's toll on the sacred ground, they have no idea…

"Lady Dream is, from what we can gather; the Goddess of the Night and the Founder of Dreams and Nightmares. Whose endless tears, brought on by an unknown tragedy lost to time, began to pool into a starry puddle beneath her hunched form as she wept. And soon enough that puddle became a lake...

And eventually, She soon crumpled down onto the lake's floor and finally closed her teary eyes. Ane as her grief and power slowly melded into one, she began to dream the first and longest dream. And through her powers, she connected with the universe's many creatures and extended her sleepy delusions of paradise and strange stories to them, created by her now endless sleep. Granting them all the gift of a moment's solace with her from their own troubling existences. However, the unconscious mind has a way of pulling you back to your pain. A terrible pain. And it is said that she once had held a dream so fearsome, it birthed a dark horror from the once peaceful fountain of dreams. Tearing through the sky like a black comet of fear and sorrow. Unleashing onto the universe a new kind of terror.

The first ever NIGHTMARE."

New kaiju hydra OC (still need to come up with a name for her

The reason why I didn't draw her other 2 heads is because they dont share the same minds, theyre constantly dragging eachother down in the water which almost led them to starvation. So the middle head got rid of her 2 other heads (still working on how she did it)

warmup zelly 💕

Could you draw everyone favorite Seraphim Emily? I wanna see what she looks like in your style.

I love her design. 🤩🤩🤩

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Her...

I messed with rulers design a bit

Lined art trade with @miwachan2!

I adore Elisa. She is my favorite. I want to attribute all the good qualities I can get away with to her. I think she is intended to be a very smart and clever character. But I cannot fathom why, after seeing that her weapon is empty, she just tosses it aside. Is it really likely that these enemy know it's empty? Wouldn't it be good to have on her if only for the possibility to bluff if she needs to?

I think it is in her personality to get frustrated enough to just want to toss away the thing that is ultimately not going to serve the function she needs, but I could wish that she'd fight the instinct for the possibility of the gamble given that she doesn't really have much to fight with.

bluefille playing Fae Farm ft woki 🧚🏻‍♀️

09.16.23

Redesign of my Mothra gijinka because i didnt like her old one yeeey

Rodan's gonna be next

And then her edgy moth boyfriend

Whoever invented this hairstyle 10/10 no notes

I just finished the game why are my hands shaking

Also Ata’ni photo dump🌱

And Amay❤️

She gets bombarded by a lot of demons when her helmet is off. 😎😎

@qapsiel || a mix of memes from here! || accepting!

16. for  a  flirtatious  starter. Or AND 19.  TRANSIT :  for one muse to sit next to the other on a public transport. (For the thing where Cas is in that hot female vessel before season 4 >D)

the subway was practically full by the time dean managed to squeeze himself into the car. a muttered excuse me passes through his lips as he makes his way into a blank spot. yeah, new york city is great and all but--god damn--it goes from crowded to more crowded depending on the time of day. and he just had to pick this time to leave the library and jump on the connection line to the jersey train. back to the motel. back to seeing new york city in the skyline versus pushing his way through her streets.

it's two stops in when he feels like there's eyes on his back. a puzzled expression and he tosses a glance over his shoulder. doesn't notice anyone who seems like they would be looking at him. til their eyes meet. his breath feels like it gets sucked out of his lungs. it should be illegal to be that beautiful right in the middle of the day. like it's normal to walk through life looking like her. their eyes meet and dean averts his--turns to look ahead. and gather up his thoughts from the slack-jawed expression he felt fall into place the minute she noticed him noticing her.

three stops later and the only spot that clears is the one facing her. with the thinning crowd, he'd look like an idiot still standing next to the guy who keeps mumbling shit to himself. yeah okay. where is his confidence? where is his lack of giving a damn how he looks? dean scrapes it off the floor where his jaw nearly hit earlier and TAKES THE SEAT.

"hi," his voice lacks the nervousness that flutters in his belly--even if he's gotta clear his throat before lips curve into a playful smile--eyes widening as he tosses a thumb over his shoulder, "thought i'd be safer here instead of next to sir mumbles back there." his hand falls back to his lap. "scenery's much better, too." okay, dean. ice broken. now? who freaking knows. to hell with it. he'll figure it out.