Thing in the Woods

Just an fanart blog run by a feral maniac Hazbin Hotel/EPIC/PJO/Six of Crows/Death Note

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hehe happy (aspec) pride! I’m very late to this but it’s ok

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Can y’all tell I like hair

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Alastor study! I’ve been struggling to draw him lately

(refs I used by reminoaa, luximus, and @scarlets-doodles)

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Aroace does not understand

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Biblically accurate Za’afiel

I was inspired by the black balloon standees

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Velvel - little wolf

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stinky loser

woooooow way to insult this lil baby

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got back into wolfquest ehehe wolf yaoi

Dusk Dancer x Falling Leaves

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Watching

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May I have this dance?

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Found family Wammy's boys argue with the wall

also, anyone got fic recs for this dynamic in particular?

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parenting the child doodles pt 2 (pt1)

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hehehehe happy valentines day (esp to all my fellow aspecs out there)

Oh also I traced this from the merch y’all can use it if you wanna

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parenting the child doodles pt 1

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parenting the child doodles pt 1

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I’ve decided that Lucifer has wing pain and his kid is too fast for him. Hurt/Comfort or Hurt/No Comfort it’s up to you >:3

Smol fic under the cut

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

I watch as he outpaces me, soaring effortlessly into the bloody crimson sky, stretching his hands out towards the floating white city. His wings are dark and silent, far from the colors of perfection, but perfect nonetheless.

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

My own feathers drag along the ground, tips burned away, joints aching painfully. Their pristine purity has long been sullied by centuries of pain and neglect, by shame and stubborn pride.

All your life

He stops in the air and looks down at me. He wants me to follow him, to share in this moment. I can see it in his eyes. I shake my head. He shrugs, and I watch him loop through the air, dancing to a silent song that defies the laws of Heaven and Gravity.

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

My wings may be broken, they may be torn, but in this moment I am flying, and my heart swells with victory. I have given my son the freedom that I was denied, taught him to soar with the last of my strength. Though my body is not with him, he carries my spirit, and my dreams are held aloft once again, by this scrap of perfection more beautiful than all of Creation.