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me when my dance partner is The Devil. From The Bible.

OKAY hear me out on this. yes i started drawing them bc i associate them both with waltzes 😭😭 but i think their themes of joy, amusement and entertainment being similar yet for completely opposite reasons is so silly 😅 they’re just interesting parallels :)

[ID: A screenshot of my Pyro loadout, featuring a Pyromancer's Mask named "Puff the Magic Dragon" and a white-painted Balloonicorn named "The Last Balloonicorn" with the custom description, "I'm aliiiiive, I'm aliiiiiiiiive~!" /end ID]

i think I am hilarious actually

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What We Do In The Shadows is probably the only show I've watched that I can not for the life of me ever accurately predict what's going to happen next and that DOESNT bother me. Because how could I have possibly seen "vampire night club," "embezzling from said night club," "a djinn that grants stupid wishes for Nandor," and "Mind controlled remarried formally dead wife Marwa expressing Nandors feelings towards Guillermo cause Nandor was careless about a wish." I COULDNT have

It's impossible to predict what's going to happen next on this show because logic can not apply here. All my predictions for season 4 were logical progressions of where we left off season 3, so naturally none of them were right because these characters are not logical, this story is not predictable by using logic.

So I have no idea what the hell is going to happen next. No doubt something insane that I never would have guessed in a million years, and you know what? I'm okay with that

Always thinking about FraPru mutual grooming; doing each other’s hair and the like, especially when Gil wore his long in the queue… Fran getting to work his fingers through the pale locks and watching Gil melt into his touch, and then vice versa in the quiet hours shared in dying firelight,,

YESSS......YES

lmao they're such pack animals aren't they

i am very fond of the mental image of françois laying with his head in gilbert's lap while gilbert rants about something that annoys him. françois just listens with an amused smirk on his face and makes French Noises to show he's listening (ah bah oui......hein.......euhh jsais pas.....(blows air out through lips like a horse) peut-être alors....mais non hein......alors euhh.......c'est dommage alors....)

also françois has figured out the exact right way to scritch gilbert on the head so he becomes Tractable lmao. he's been trying to ease this man's head into his lap since 1701! sssh bertiiii it's okayyyy just lay quietly françois pinky promises he is not plotting anything and it's perfectly safe (he is so plotting) (gilbert knows) (gilbert lays down against his better judgement)

and in conclusion your honor,

The unicorn, through its intemperance and not knowing how to control itself, for the love it bears to fair maidens forgets its ferocity and wildness; and laying aside all fear it will go up to a seated damsel and go to sleep in her lap, and thus the hunters take it.

françois is the lady and the hunters, he has the range!

Looking good in those riding togs, Angel…

The Unicorn ships it.

Probably not going to ink this but here’s a sketchy-sketch for Appreciate A Dragon Day: a giant lizard umbrella in the middle of a downpour

Lesser Known Cryptids 11/22/20: Dragon Gummies, Fantasy Gummies, and Gamer Gummies

(Sighted by @friskachu)

I am literally begging if anyone knows where I can find a stuffed animal that looks like this and is kind of pink tie dye please help

It may have had a purple horn

*Azulin bumps into Geumsaegi*

Azulin: excuse me bra!

Geumsaegi: your excused…

Gordi and Bamsaegi: :0

Geumsaegi: and I’m not your bra

Azulin and Geumsaegi: *death glares*

Gordi: 😰

Bamsaegi: 😶

azulin is so cute i forget the literal crimes he has committed sometimes

Unicorns, Vampires, Gods and Their Children

//closed starter for @princess-sojourner//

It had been 2 years before Wrynn was released from rehabilitation.

After Delu set the boundaries she had, he needed more time alone. More time to cope, to learn to heal by himself. No other crutch to lean on but himself.

After those 2 years, however, it still stung to return to the home the two had previously owned together. Too many sticky, unhappy memories floating around the walls and behind the doors. The bathroom alone made him feel sickly enough. It was time to move; and he decided he would move to another city.

He boxed up his things, and took himself to a new place. A new apartment, one that looked nothing like his old one. New neighbors, new shops and new layouts. New things, to create new memories in. It was in this new city that Wrynn met Bella.

Bella was one of his neighbors. Another person previously in the background of his life, someone he hadn’t noticed until recently. She was gorgeous; Long, deep brown hair the color of chocolate. Her face was beautifully chiseled, as if she had been designed by the perfect artist. Bella was nearly out of a fairytale, and she fit so well in Wrynn’s story.

Bella grew on him very fast, and Wrynn did the same. As time passed, the two became inseparable. Once this happened, they were also most comfortable to reveal their deepest secrets to each other; Wrynn, who was the last free unicorn trapped in the form of a human. Bella, who was a vampire. She had been turned approximately 70~ years ago, and while believed herself to be an abomination, had learned to subsist on animal blood rather than humans. Her yellow eyes indicated how fed she was; the onyx color they often changed to meant she had to feed. At first she had been afraid to scare Wrynn, but he was never phased. Her abilities and differences only made him love her more.

He also told her about his past with his ex; the things his madness had driven him to do, the terrible things he’d done that affected him so. Bella never batted an eye. All she ever wanted to do was help him.

With this, the couple were stuck to each other. Moving in sync, they were nearly made for each other. They did everything together.

On this day, Bella and Wrynn sat in the far corner of their favorite local coffee shop. Wrynn held a warm cup of coffee between his hands, eyes gently closed as he hovered above it. Bella was sat beside him, a book holding her attention. Wrynn gently, without opening his eyes, leaned to his side to set his head on her shoulder.

She smiled, and moved a hand to sit on his temple. Her cold fingers grazed through his hair as she tenderly pet him, the warmth of his scalp overtaking her coolness.

not only do they have hippopottomans but they have so many other animals omfg

genuinely what is stopping me from having an ottoman zoo that’s just these ?? hm ??