#so behold

[cosmic-seer]

Got a Lil doodle sketchbook so I'm gonna fill it with VashMeryl doots

[frogaroundandfindout]

@dark-elf-writes

[dimeadoesnt]

You’ve heard of catboys, you’ve seen dogboys, but have you considered

COWBOY

[chechecheer]

shi qingxuan in my clothes bec why not

[lilyharvord]

IM SO EXCITED FOR THOSE SNIPPETS YAYAYYYY

And I hope your excited that I found the muse to low key finish one of them (((: get ready for sibling issues, screaming, arguing, and mare and cal's genes manifesting in two teenagers. Title: "Eyes Wide Shut"

[donutdollie]

“  𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕��𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚒’𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝.  ” [ @e1igius ]

                    snapping wide at the malice dripping from his voice, gaze as blue as the warm waters only yards away darted up from the book propped against her shorts-clad thighs to meet his eyes, following the pointed stare to a gaggle of ogling sailors.   soft brown curls pressed once again into the sand as margaret’s head fell back, book held open to her features, lids slipping shut as she fought to urge to groan.   heaven help her…

                    ❝  you shouldn’t,  ❞     it began as a whisper, the red cross girl peering up at the marine over the edge of her a natural history of australia.     ❝  you’ll have blinded three-quarters of the military before you know it.  ❞    if he didn’t seem so intent, she might’ve delivered the line with a lilting humor, but instead, her tone only held concern.   he wouldn’t, would he?

                    and yet, she’d seen the horror-weary inflict far worse on themselves and others.

                    book having found a safe place centered on where her blouse tucked into those linen shorts, she reached out, fingers splayed against his forearm for the briefest moment.     ❝  i’m probably the first american woman they’ve seen in months, maybe even the only woman outside of a photograph.   as long as all they do is look, that’s part of why the red cross sent me here.  ❞     to be looked at, talked to, even arguably dated… all to remind america’s young men what waited at home.   what harm laid in being gawked over?

                    but if one went too far… she knew who would listen.

[grand-admiral-thrawn]

do you devote all your time and creative energy to a single oc and then almost never post about her or are you normal?

anyways her name is fen, she loves violence and melodrama, the lore i have for her could fill several volumes, she's older than the disney acquisition, and everyday i do backflips to make her backstory as canon compliant as possible

[moocowart]

[danggerine]

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

[markscherz]

There is a happiness no-one else knows: the feeling of mud between fully webbed toes; the caress of a breeze on your moist shiny skin; the warmth of the sunlight that slowly soaks in; the gentlest hum of a thought far away, as you sit and you soak and let time tick away.

[sentientsky]

why do they do this. every time !!!!

[mackmp3]

version of this picture for the target audience of me and me only

[porternash]

EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT MY CAT

it’s her 10th gotcha anniversary.

I’ve had this fat little fuck for ten years

I haven’t had a single meal alone because of her

she’s perfect 🫶

[neo--queen--serenity]

It’s only episode 1 and Sam already be on that Eye bullshit. He’s perfect prey for the Beholding and we know it. His, “but what is this, specifically?” “why?” “who started all of this?” the incessant questions, the need to know. Samama Khalid, I know what you are. 👁️

[ganondoodle]

i am still scarred from botw

[explodingstarlight]

doodling teetles

And here are some close-ups (might put them on their own backgrounds one day, but it's 5 AM and I'm tired so):