Every Day I Mourn Mother Mother / Lemon Demon / Will Wood Being Disregarded As "cringe Tween Tiktok Transmasc

Not "I always knew I was trans" not "I realized I was trans as an adult" but a secret third thing that involves a lot of childhood social isolation

henry's first hunting trip! (and hans' first friend :) )

some more modern au of some characters I haven't drawn yet :O

power has been out in my city since tuesday so I drew this in #thedark

The reason they have one bed, convenient!

my mom just had a 7cm brain tumor removed and since she's woken up she's been talking nonstop about this dream she had about going to an art gallery full of colourful paintings by a 'homosexual artist' named klimsdorf who was ethereal and wise, both young and old... at first she was convinced he was a real person but after failing to find him online she's accepted he was a figment of her subconscious mind and is now determined to bring him to life via painting his portrait herself. she's 67 and has never drawn in her life. and now this. blorbo from her tumor

"I want him gone," Heinrich declared, barging into the hall where his father and godfather were talking. He pointed behind him, insistent, "he is insolent, disrespectful, uncooperative..."

"The new stable boy, Tomas," Hans clarified to Henry who nodded in understanding, an annoyingly knowing smirk on both of their faces. Hans schooled his expression as best he could, shrugging at his son, "what would you have me do? His father is the best horse master in the region."

"Why don't you challenge him to a duel?" Henry said with a snigger, glancing at Hans who was barely keeping it together beside him.

"Good call," Hans declared, nudging Henry conspiratorially whilst addressing his son, "just don't try to fight him drunk. He'll end up in your service and then you'll be fucked."

They did start giggling, then, at some private joke that was completely lost on young Heinrich. He looked between them, staring at them as if they'd lost their minds.

"You two are so fucking weird."

The teenager stomped out of the room, making sure to slam the door behind him. Still laughing slightly, Henry wiped a tear and looked smugly at his lord.

"Well, you wanted him to take after you."

Hans rolled his eyes, "shut up, Henry."

more heinrich fics

I'm jumping off a bridge. Their backstory is so tragic, I can't.

The fact that even Queenie being in the state she was, Kinger still found humanity in her, the fact that he risked his life knowing she could go crazy and attack him just so he could touch her one last time.

And the fact that Queenie allowed him to do it, the fact that she was able to keep control as a abstracted just so she could feel him. Because she loved him and he loved her back and both of them knew her fate, but in that moment, it was just them, their last moment together so both made it work.

This is such a powerful image I want to hug both of them.

happy unease and uncertainty day

COMO QUE SU NOMBRE DE SHIP ES HEARTEYES im deceased

First part of the 1k raffle! Some hearteyes for @unfortunatelyiamreal

I just know his diary is insane