Three Goblin Art

Janaina Medeiros
Xuebing Du
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trying on a metaphor
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

if i look back, i am lost
ojovivo
Sade Olutola

blake kathryn
Stranger Things
d e v o n
occasionally subtle
we're not kids anymore.
Acquired Stardust
Cosmic Funnies

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@tarosukin
Jonathan Brandis: Can You Love Him As A Bad Boy?
Teen Beat, April 1994
Here's Jonathan trying to get the hang of being a cartoon voice without banging his head on the microphones.
One of my favorite New Dream screencaps from the series. These expressions are just so *chef's kiss*.
A little chained mates ficlet off the idea that Blitz transforms some himself as the pregnancy progresses.
He can see the stars.
He can't leave the gates, the collar nestled snugly around his neck promises that, but he can look up and watch the sky twinkle with a hand resting on his stomach, fingers curling inwards and skin flexing with the feathers scattered around it.
It's different. He's different. The feathers cover the scars, the ones he hadn't gotten a chance to adjust to before being thrown into this new twisted dollhouse version of reality. They also cover the red skin, black and deep garnet rippling with every motion like a wave brushed by the wind.
He can feel movement, and leans against the cool metal of the balcony, turning his gaze downwards as he murmurs a soft coo of reassurance, tail wrapping around his middle as the starlight glitters on his new feathers, refracting diamonds from obsidian and ruby.
I'm here.
There wasn't much he could promise, he only had himself and that was shifting moment to moment, but he could give this, could make sure they knew that he wouldn't leave, that he'd find a way through the murky path illuminated by stars and moonlight.
All he could do was hope that they'd find a way out, a loosening of the binds, because maybe he deserved this but an innocent kid who hadn't done anything but exist didn't, not being stuck in a collapsing castle as the walls closed in. He took one last glance at the sky before plodding into the room and curling up on the bed, surrounding his warm, swollen belly with his arms and legs and tail as if it was the sun and hoping that they understood he was going to do his best with the shitty hand they'd both been thrown.
The words came out as clicks in chirps before dissolving into a soft song, but the baby settled down all the same, and he swore he heard an echo through the void of himself.
shield the clown
I haven’t been following blitzo Instagram storyline what’s going down???
Alright I’m new to the blitzo Instagram feed myself but here’s what I know:
So, he apparently has an obsession with horses? Which has been going on for A While. And refers to hanging out with a horse of his own which he refers to using “she” pronouns.
And then today he posted a picture of “himself and his horse (pin? pal? fuck if I know) which looked like this:
Those familiar with Alastor pics on Instagram immediately went wait, WHAT?, because any pic involving Alastor turns out the same way.
And then that got compounded on when Stolas also went, “Wait, Blitzo, what the fuck.”
So now everyone is asking Blitzo if his horse is actually a deer and switching between Karen and Alastor jokes.
This seems to be disproved by another of Blitzo’s comments:
But also we know that Alastor has some sort of other eldritch-looking form and loves pranks. So.
It’s either Sleipnir or Alastor at this point and I’m not sure which I’m hoping for more.
Everyone in the comments: wow I wonder who else everyone runs away from
(I dont actually think it’s Alastor at this point but man that would be fucking hilarious)
BITCH SAY
WHAT
Jock/Nerd Thorki (Thor with bussy and Loki with cock) commission for @StarEyedOcelot
Full pic - https://privatter.net/i/4929165
Draw Aladdin pretty pretty please🙏
As you wish~
Just wow.
Can I say it's fucking disgusting that people are making "Disney canning Lokius as soon as Pride Month is over" posts? LAST EPISODE HE LITERALLY CAME OUT AS BI. CANONICALLY HES GENDERFLUID, IT SAYS IT ON HIS PAPERS.
WHEN A BI MAN HAS FEELINGS FOR A WOMAN (who, by the way, Loki implied to be bi as well and she did not protest) THAT DOES NOT MAKE HIM MAGICALLY STRAIGHT. IT DOESN'T MEAN HE IS NO LONGER BI.
LOKI IS BI WHETHER HE'S IN A HET-PASSING RELATIONSHIP OR NOT OR HAS FEELINGS FOR A MAN, WOMAN, OR ANYONE ELSE. CLAIMING OTHERWISE IS JUST STRAIGHT UP BIPHOBIA.
Also, y'all STRAIGHT UP on some dumb shit bc Loki would absolutely fall in love with himself. I know y'all didn't forget about 2012-present day Loki RP and Loki Fandom, we've been shipping him with himself since before we had a canon way to do it.
In short, Loki is still Bi. It's Bi Erasure and BIPHOBIA to say he's straight all of a sudden bc he has feelings for a femme passing person who - in all likelihood - is as bi and fluid as he is. It's not magically heterosexual. Die mad.
Tumblr: I support women's rights and women's wrongs!
Tumblr: unless that woman gets in the way of my gay ship that was never going to happen, then she's the worst and I hate her
In a fight between Fuzzy Felt Snufkin, 60s Snufkin, 70s Snufkin, 90s Snufkin, and 2019 Snufkin, who would win?
(Assume for the sake of the argument that they have all been placed into an enclosed arena and do not have time to strategize.)
Hello,
Fuzzy Felt Snufkin would win. This is because he's so small that the other Snufkins forgot about him. They all killed each other and Fuzzy Felt Snufkin was none the wiser.
Have a Moominous day!
The weird thing is, I don't care at all when reading fanfics which ship with mozenrath to choose. Like, with Sadira? Fine. Y/n? Also cool. Original character - great. Aladdin or Jasmine - well, okay. Like, absolutely any couple will do, no matter who else is there, as long as Mozenrath shows up. By the way, I've said this before, but I used to think Mozenrath/Sadira was canon....
...In confidence, I even saw Mozenrath/Kassim. It was weird, but I read it, and it was kind of well written too. Bring holy water, I don't know what to expect from myself.
P.S. just a random gif with no context, I just love the image of Mozenrath here
1956-11-21 SvD Reader letter that asks who’s who between Snorkmaiden, Mymble and Misabel. (Not sure how you’d mix them up, but whatever.) The editor asked Tove Jansson herself on clarification on Mymble, which gives some new insight. Directly translated: Mymble appeared in the comic serial Moomin’s Winter Follies, where she fell in love with Mr Brisk. She is first mentioned in “The Exploits of Moominpappa” where her little sister My was born on midsummer eve. Mymble’s mom was also referred to as Mymble, a reason for unfortunate mixups, which it’s now too late to correct. She’s a very friendly and messy lady who has disappeared completely nowadays since she left My in her eldest daughter Mymble’s care. There is reason to suspect that Little My’s father was the Joxter, Snufkin’s father, but I don’t think that My and Snufkin are more than halfsiblings. Mymble (as in Mymble’s daughter) is carefree and feminine and very easily gets enamoured or enthusiastic. With apologies for her slightly uncertain family tree and warm regards. Tove Jansson Takeaway: - Joxter might be My’s dad, but probably not. - Tove rightfully regretted naming two characters Mymble.
Anyway, as the clock neared the hour of twelve, I clambered up on a rock, lifted my nose to the moon, waved my paws magically about, and uttered a sort of ululation intended to pierce bone and marrow. In other words, I called forth the ghost.
The colonists sat bewitched from excitement and expectation. Only in the Joxter’s water-clear critical eyes could I glimpse a hint of disbelief. To this day I feel a sense of deep contentment that even the Joxter was impressed. Because the ghost did arrive. It really arrived – luminous, transparent, and shadowless – and immediately started talking about the forgotten bones and phantoms of the gorge.
The Muddler gave a shriek and hid his head in the sand, but the Mymble’s daughter walked straight up to the ghost, held out her paw, and said, “Hello! What fun to meet a real ghost. Would you like some soup?”
…Of course, my ghost felt insulted. It found itself at a loss, it shrank a bit and crumpled. Just as the poor ghost disappeared in a sad wisp of smoke the Joxter started to laugh, and I’m sure the ghost heard it. Well, the night was spoiled.
…“Dear ghost,” said Hodgkins kindly, “you seem to have lost your poise somewhat. Listen. You promise to frighten people somewhere else, and I promise to teach you new ways of doing it. All right?”
Then Hodgkins sat up half the night describing devices for scaring people, and drawing the constructions in the sand. He seemed clearly engrossed by this childish occupation.
Moominpappa’s Memoirs, Tove Jansson (1950, rev. 1968)
Two versions! One where the ghost is scary, the other - not so much.
Comic art by Rosa La Barbera
Comic art by Rosa La Barbera
Looking at some 90s Moomin comic books from @kisselexy’s collection. This about as watered down as you’ll get with Moomin adaptations, but there’s a lot of goofy panels, so they’re still enjoyable in their own unique way.
My favorite is pirate Fillyjonk and psycho My pretend-mutilating Sniff.