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has anyone ever thought of how conor's favourite sheepdogs name was soldier before he was forced to fight in the devourer war as a soldier himself

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Emerald Duo x EPIC doodle I made, based off a twitter comment

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Teaching an old friend to fly

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First time I drew philza since 2022!! It was so much fun

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So... how's outpatient therapy at the mystery shack going?? :')

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Misogyny.

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My boyfriend (Nico) is now also obsessed with descendants and I blame you

Back on my Descendants BS again don’t mind me

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the devil's after both of us!

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Just saw a TikTok like; “how can Grover be your favorite character there are so many better options..” like idk loyalty, friendship, love.

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I fucking is fuck every fucking chance I fucking get. Fuck I’ll fucking say fuck every fucking other fucking word

Reblog if you say "fuck" more than 5 times a day.

I use it as a coma

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i giggled so much about @fence-time’s playground au i had to draw my own ideas

if @cherrifire were the teacher/supervisor:

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"it's not that I hate kids it's just that I don't think they should be allowed in most places!!" Imagine saying that about any other group of people.

Imagine if someone said "it's not that I hate disabled people it's just that I don't think they should be allowed in most places!"

That sounds horrible, doesn't it? So why is it ok to say that about children?

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The City at the Edge of Dreaming

It's a nice place to live. It exists on the boundary between. Not between realities, or between realms. Or, heavens forbid, universes. Just… between. Between all things and none. Between waking and dreaming. Between dreams and the ephemeral otherland that lies beyond them, ungraspable to human touch.

It defies description, but for my mortal readers, I will do my best. The ground, as much as there can be such a thing in a place like this, is green. White swirls decorate it, and it's as smooth and cool as marble.

The buildings are bluer, dark blue. They are hard to describe, because they don't follow the mortal laws of physics in their design. They are bigger or smaller than they seem (or both) and through each passing moment, their size can change. The light from within their windows, however, is always a warm, inviting yellow.

The sky is blue-ish too, sort of, near the horizon. It soon tapers off into the blackness of the void. The void surrounds this place in totality, it is a beacon of light amidst absolute and total nothingness. It cannot be entered or exited by normal means (those being that of the physical realm). You will never reach this place by foot, by car, by train, or even by plane (but you might catch a glimpse of it from the deck of a ship).

There are no stars. At least, there aren't meant to be. Sometimes the void doesn't listen to what it's supposed to be, though, and stars shine through. They are not stars that you would recognize.

The void is empty, most of the time. The city appears so too, at first. But though its streets may be cold and its buildings impossible, if you stay long enough, you will start to notice that it teems with life.

Nothing your average human would recognize. Nothing that could be codified or quantified. But life, nonetheless. Or even just existence. Not death or undeath, no, they have a different place.

The City is aptly named. Dreams and dreamers flit through like so many minnows. Other things, too, things that can't always be perceived by mortal eyes (but sometimes can). They don't usually have names, because the souls who meet them think they are alone. Sometimes they are Named, anyway. Some have many Names. Do I digress? No, I don't think so. A city is nothing without its citizens, after all.

It's not a city in the usual sense. At least, it wasn't. It wasn't supposed to have dedicated schools, or malls, or hospitals. But they found their way there, anyway. So, too, did the more permanent residents. I won't get into them. Their stories are a bit too complicated for a meandering tale such as this. It would take far too long.

This place isn't physical. Physical Things should not be there. It should not be possible. But the City has never confined itself to what it Should be. And, if you live there long enough, neither will you.

But that's a story for another time.

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would it ever be the same though