#hes BEAUTIFUL excuse you

[thatmooncake]

xD

Freedom is just out of reach (but not if he wiggles fast enough)!

[plesiosaurys]

getting emotional over footage of an amateur scuba diver interacting with a coelacanth. they are hunted by large deepwater predators, and here comes a large creature bearing the brightest lights it's ever seen, making strange noises, but it does not shy away. it hovers, calmly, as the diver reaches out and trails a hand down its back. im strongly against the anthropomorphizing of real life animals but the stupid emotional part of me loudly insists this is because it recognizes us, the alternating movements of its four paired limbs matching the diver's four paired limbs, & it is thinking, "hello, cousins, we missed you these 66 million years, it's so good to see you again. welcome back, welcome home."

[andy-clutterbuck]

Rick Grimes in The Ones Who Live | 1x04 - What We

[ingravinoveritas]

"THIN DARK DUKE" I'M--

[chessb0r3d]

i cracked the code.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

more outfit requests, ft some pretty fellas!

Anna Valerious Frank for @sheriffopossum, & sparkly dress Wally for @wheatlover <3

[icantdothistodaybruh]

yea sooooo I may have or may have not watched and instantly rewatched all kuro musicals in existence in a spawn of one week and now have roughly 40 screenshots to redraw from

I think I might be insane or something

[rox-of-iu]

ayoo guess who finally sat down and caught up with cultivate B)

is me. so you know what that means.

spoiler warning for cultivate ch 30-37

there was actually.... more things i wanted to draw but I already did so many I had to physically restrain myself hfsjkkdh anyway yes can you tell i love this fic very much

yet once again. cultivate by the wonderful @neonghostcat

[cowboythewizard726]

all the faces laios made in that scene because im not gay i just love sharing things with the world and yeeha totally smile face

[hooned]

more i-land lore 🍨

[a-pigeons-soliloquy]

at the request/encouragement/threats of @willgrahamscock lol (I’m joking ofc thank you for giving me courage to post :)), here’s my art of hannibal and will!

plus here’s the original will sketch below the cut because he is cute and I want to share him!:

just look at him!!! I want only the best for him

[andy-clutterbuck]

requested by Anons

[itsstilltru]

hhhoohhohh.. hhhoow.. do you make strahm so. so. so. slurtty..

I mean...

Look into this man's eyes and ask again, I dare you

my personal favorites:

[honeysulani]

C e r u s

[galwithalibrarycard]

When I say I never listen to music this is exactly what I mean: I was today years old when I listened to “Hozier” (self-titled, 2014) for the first time. It is 2023.

[wingspiked]

the rapture ends with a chorus, the divine are left in free fall, and when the dust settles, nothing is as it was. sunday takes flight without a goodbye ( perhaps she should be angry at this / perhaps she recognises the hypocrisy if she were: few words offered in farewell, if at all, the dove had left as quickly as she'd return ), whilst the chair - where he once sat - feels degrees too large. robin has questions, of couse she does ( and perhaps she would ask them if things were different / perhaps she wouldn't have to at all ), but only one matters in the end " are you happy, brother? " // @playselect

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬   𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞   𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬   𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬,   sunday   knew   -   built   mostly   to   keep   in,   but   in   some   cases   -   to   protect.   but   they   were   not   always   metal   bars   or   locked   rooms,   not   always   isolation   or   prison   sentences...   where   birds   saw   the   sky   as   freedom,   as   a   means   to   roam   and   escape   the   ground   beneath,   he   only   saw   another   cage.   it   was   a   reminder   of   abject   failure   -   a   miles   wide   expanse   of   what   he   could   have,   had   sunday   not   lived   his   life   in   his   own   order-made   cage.   he'd   be   lying   if   he   said   that   jealousy   had   not   bloomed   on   occasion,   lying   if   every   once   and   awhile   envy   hadn't   permeated   his   core   -   for   how   could   it   not?   how   could   he   not   feel   the   occasional   pangs   of   loss   or   sorrow   or   want   when   his   beloved   sister,   bird   so   blue,   could   flit   to   and   fro   his   sky   as   easy   as   breathing.   perhaps   it   was   not   his   ability   to   soar   that   he   craved...   but   his   ability   instead   to   do   it   with   her.   

ㅤㅤㅤas   he'd   aged   -   the   jealousy   and   want   had   faded,   instilled   in   the   dreammaster's   whispers   into   his   ears   that   his   purpose   was   great   -   his   talents   serving   something   else.   that   beneath   ena's   gaze,   his   order   and   robin's   song   would   create   a   utopia   where   no   bird   would   ever   have   to   worry   about   falling   from   the   sky,   or   being   able   to   take   flight.   the   strong   would   adore   the   weak,   and   civilization   would   be   better   for   it.   it's   easy   now   -   to   look   back   and   choke   on   the   bile   of   his   own   laughter.   birds   were   made   to   fly,   and   those   that   couldn't   simply   found   a   new   way   or   died.   that   was   as   true   today   as   it   was   before.   sunday   -   sunday   would   never   'fly'   in   the   way   robin   does,   would   never   touch   untold   skies   and   breathe   his   song   across   the   stars.   wings   clipped,   feathers   blackened,   his   freedom   was   found   in   the   future   now,   in   looking   away   from   dreams   to   instead   manifest   order   in   a   way   that   was...   conducive   to   human   nuance.   

ㅤㅤㅤhe   misses   robin   -   loathes   the   way   it   has   turned   out,   that   he   has   left   his   sweet   sister   with   this   mess   after   all   she   has   endured.   but   he   can   sully   her   with   his   presence   no   further.   they   can   never   go   back   to   the   embrace   of   their   mother's   arms,   sweet   songs   shared   with   them   both   -   never   go   back   to   adorning   their   room   in   childhood   drawings,   manufacturing   makeshift   stages   with   a   crowd   of   one,   or   even   go   back   to   sunday   writing   her   songs   -   composing   tender   words   from   the   heart   of   a   poet   filled   with   such   longing   to   be   free.   it   had   all   gone   so   horribly   wrong,   yet...   

ㅤㅤㅤthe   sun   descends   below   the   horizon,   wayward   birds   taking   flight   to   find   their   trees   for   the   long   night.   behind   him   stands   a   woman   with   coercion   on   her   tongue,   a   man   who   craves   a   coffin,      a   girl   to   whom   life   is   a   game,   and   another   weapon   who   seeks   desperately   to   live.   at   their   side   rests   a   cat   -   fur   as   black   as   the   raven   of   his   wings,   with   golden   eyes   the   wisest   things   in   the   galaxy,   for   they   had   seen   the   foretolds   of   destiny   long   before   sunday   had   showed   up.   somewhere,   in   this   vast   expanse   of   this   universe   -   he   feels   her,   feels   that   missing   piece,   and   closes   his   eyes.   

ㅤㅤㅤare   you   happy,   brother?   the   build   up   was   harrowing,   the   fall   even   more   so   -   fighting   for   order   until   the   very   last   note,   until   he'd   awakened   in   the   arms   of   a   mech   with   an   invitation   in   the   form   of   poetry   in   hand.   behind   him   now   -   the   land   he'd   laid   to   waste,   the   sister   he'd   left   behind,   but   before   him...   

ㅤㅤㅤ❝   you   coming,   sunday?   ❞   spider's-silk   voice   pulls   him   from   his   thoughts,   and   he   looks   to   the   woman   with   no   fear   in   her   heart...

ㅤㅤㅤ(   no,   but   i   will   be   )

ㅤㅤㅤ...and   strides,   towards   destiny.