The Rat and the Aster

[albinogel]

[panicawa]

Young Vander and Silco

[catchymemes]

[infinitydivine]

I am not taking a risk

[darlingsstern]

Not risking it pals

[doralimasstuff]

U know what I want potato of luck

[shrewreadings]

Damn right I’m reblogging. See previous post re wrath of whatever from high atop the thing.

[amarietie]

#worth reblogging today specifically I think

^Prev tags you get the peer review

[a-cutebird]

https://twitter.com/wilderswans/status/1259728957915553792

[zeldacw]

Xie Lian ✨ Heaven Official's Blessing

[jeusus]

I finished Word of Honor yesterday, so have a quick Wen Kexing

[alwaysbewoke]

feel free to share the truth...

[bloominflowers]

serving looks while saving hyrule ✨

[unatkozorobotok]

[kazoo-goddess]

[quelmdn]

More Anharion and Sarcean ✨🌘

[bishy437]

just smile and nod

[laurentspeach]

these were a hit on twitter so figure i’d share on tumblr dot com. context = everyone was making fun of a book that was marketed with this same format. enjoy the capri versions

[shanimeartist]

Snuggle buddies 🥰

[vadoodlevee]

Competition.

[kalico-of-doom]

Wanted to draw some summery RadioDust and was clotheslined by the need to make it 70s. I adore this entire aesthetic~

[wormpdf]

[ineslovesdc]

“Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true? We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La. They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle-Earth”

— G.R.R.Martin