#finally freedom

[siffrinheadspace]

[nya-four-weapons-blacksmith]

i hope ur enjoying ur winter break miss nya :)

I am very much, thx!

[eutopiastar]

@digitaldiscocat Hiiiii! Here is your mcyt fluff gift too! Sorry for being so late!

you said in your wishlist that you’re a fan of fantasy aus so I feel the need to explain my thought process

fae Lizzie x Pearl who grew up with wolves in a forest

Pearl is just a human but… imagine little red riding hood but the big bad wolf didnt eat her but instead adopt her and take her to his pact (is that the english word?? sorry if no) and she became just like another wolf child <3

also pearl is a great hunter but the most absolute sweetheart

Lizzie is a forest fairy/fae. I gave her so much green especially because of how she won all those hearts in last life. but also because TREEEEEEES

Lizzie also generslly is the more dangerous one of the two, even if she can be as much of a wet cat as pearl…

Honedtly no idea how they met and who fell first who fell harder. But they absolutely are head over heels for one another!

@mcytblr-fluff-exchange the pinch hit has been finished too! Lenlen is freeeee!

P.S. Pearl’s hair is supposed to be in a wolf cut but because of the hood I had trouble with trying it

[flyingwea]

Sun and moon dynamic goes brrr

[ashchrome-archive]

HOLIDAY TIME!!!

In the scorching heat...

[ahsokasgfriend]

Today starts my summer vacation finally, so I decided to doodle some clouds (waves???)

[spiridium-a]

@raudrakos​   |   lyrical starter call   |   not a damn thing changed

          “   NOT   A   DAMN   THING   CHANGED   ;   JUST   THE   FUNERALS   THAT   FOLLOW   ,   DEATH   ,   AND   SOME   MORE   PAIN   .   ”   ---   There’s a particular amount of pessimism that comes with how casually he speaks of DEATH. But then again, how could he ignore it? It’s a concept that surrounds him, haunts him, in his daily life, and in this very room. The occasional glance past Hannibal, the tense posture he exhibits even when there is no prominent threat. If they aren’t watching THE BEAST, their eyes are fixed on him, expectant, knowing; just like his father. How does one connect to their rehab-mandated psychiatrist? They don’t, not when every spirit in the room warns him to run, to get out while he can. Red flags not to get ATTACHED. Still he remains, like a residual haunting of his former self. He needs this more than he cares to admit. Someone was finally going to LISTEN to him...

          “ Pour out a shot for me. Keep pouring out the bottle for the real ones I lost, who can no longer walk with me. ”

[holyscorch]

when i come on to try and write but tumblr wants to fucking explode