My Babies - Blog Posts
Chaggie dancing! The process! There are two versions of this art, the only difference being the background. Do you prefer the first or second?
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the curves the lighting the face shapes the expressions the poses I LOVE YOU I LOVE THIS
from the requests, baseball game!! this was actually so fun i got to be all loose and sketchy about it good time must say
I screamed soooo much
it's been a day and i still can't believe we got rosé and lewis in the same room
I'm about to binge watch H2O just add water again I love this show so much!!!!!!
Hey any one want to commiserate over the actual f****** torture that is Infinity War. *Slowly sinks into a corner and cries*
Why do I have to see Rachel and her audacious being instead of KhunBaam talking wholeheartedly to each other?!?! (I know the reunion technically happened but until khun addresses baam while looking at him and being relieved/happy/further in love etc, it hasn't fully happened yet😤). Shame for making me wait another week.
I miss them so much it hurts 🥺 oh my xianle trio
People scream that Nico deserves someone better than Will Solace as if said Will Solace doesn’t canonically serve lethal facecard, hyper intelligence and a big kind heart
Me and my beloved trios doomed by the narrative vs the world.
"Kenma, wanna play volleyball with me?"
"Kuroo, thank you for getting me into volleyball."
Do you ever think about how Geto and Megumi would have absolutely bonded over trolling Gojo and cry?
Siuan Sanche and Moiraine Damodred 3.05 | Tel'aran'rhiod
MOB EVERY SECOND YOU'RE NOT RUNNING IM GETTING CLOSER . WHY WOULLD YOU DO THIS TO THEM I HATE U AUGHHHHHHH😭😭😭😭 btw sorry for not being active the last few days I was to busy crying over yarnaby and doey's death.
Anyways, here are some doodles. I'm gonna cry some more now.
Ugh here’s some art I posted on my deleted account I guess? I love these babs
EVERY MOMENT OF TWILIGHT IS JUST SO PERRFECTT!!😍🌸✨
London premiers and white knitted sweaters parallels👀💕
This Is How They Die
Marlene dies fighting.
It’s in her blood, after all, all the curses and bolts of light, people collapsing all around her. She’s always been a fighter, ever since she was young, always started wars when there was too much peace, always finished fights before they ended.
She knows she’s doomed even before they come through the door, knows that there are too many of them, too many of them, blocking the doors, the windows, pressing forward until she’s trapped in the kitchen with the wall to her back. She can hear them, the footsteps, the exited murmurs as they realize that we’ve caught McKinnon, we’ve caught the Ghost, and she knows she’s about to die.
She’s always promised herself that she would go out with no regrets, that she would live life like the world was ending, and no, no it didn’t feel long enough and her time was running out. She was on the last seconds of it now; the door creaking open, the footsteps on the floor, the wild tolling of her heart, counting the seconds down until her death.
And she does have a regret, just one, one mistake in her 20 years of life. One thing she wishes she could change, one thing she wishes she could alter.
Dorcas, she thinks, and then she blows the house apart.
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Benjy dies laughing.
All the cracked stones settling around him, bloodied bits of broken people lying around him. He’s always been good with his hands - traps and magic combined together and he knows it isn’t enough.
He’s always thought about dying, in that morbid, curious way. What it would feel like; slowly sinking into darkness, bright lights at the end of a tunnel. Angel wings and darkened talons, clawing and gnawing and biting and he’s not ready to die.
He doesn’t want to die.
All the dyed hair, shades of flashing green and blue and pink. All the piercings in his ears, all the denim jackets and leather boots and shorts that were far too high up his ass. All the nights he spent in the clubs, hundreds of strangers, the taste of vodka in his mouth and it all rushes past in an instant.
And he won’t run anymore, run from his past, his parents, run from the Death Eaters that were now advancing up the alleyway. He doesn’t even bother to lift his wand, just looks over his shoulder, eyebrows raised, a beatific smirk pasted onto his face.
He’s still laughing when the Death Eaters drop dead, the hidden tripwire slicing across their necks, the curses looking like fireworks, and Benjy is still laughing when the jets hit his body.
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Mary dies quietly.
She was the angel in a field of death, lives passing through her fingers like water. Countless wounds bandaged, bones set, shrapnel dug out of bleeding skin with bleeding fingers, pyres burning like boats on a river.
She never wanted to fight, in a war far older then her. She’s never lived in a world without it.
But she’s seen too many dead bodies now, too many rigid hands, too many haunted eyes. She’s sat with people - people who knew they were dying and people who thought that they weren’t, people who struggled to live and people who were already dead.
And if she has the chance, the breath of a possibility to save someone then she would. Because how many of those people would change, would grow, would heal the already damaged world? She’s never known a world without war, but she hopes she someday will.
So she doesn’t see the jets, flying above her head like lances. She doesn’t see the one that careens towards her turned back. She doesn’t hear the shouting, the shouting, the yelling.
All she sees are Emmeline’s eyes, widening in shock, her hand still grabbing onto the bandage at her wrist before Mary topples over.
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Fabian and Gideon die together.
They’re always together, after all. 11 years old, learning all their spells. 12 years old, copying off each other’s homework - Gideon did Potions and Fabian did charms. 13 years old, learning how to fly.
They’ve always known each other so well - could cast spells twice as strong using the other’s wands, could fly in sync, eyes closed, could finish each other’s sentences even when they weren’t in the same room.
When Fabian fell off his broom in 4th year, snapping his wrist and breaking his bones, Gideon felt the cracking. When Gideon was in the hospital wing, vomiting his guts out after getting splashed with a potion, Fabian was right by his side. When Fabian started cutting, lines and gashes and scars, Gideon held onto his shoulders, begged him to stop because he couldn’t live in a world without his brother. When Gideon passed out, lying on the ground drunk out of his mind Fabian clutched his arm, please wake up, don’t leave me.
Gideon was there when Fabian kissed Kingsley, and Fabian was there when Gideon whispered that maybe he didn’t need anyone, that maybe he didn’t like anyone like that.
So they clutch each other’s hands, fight back-to-back like they always did, but in the end there are too many of them.
The last thing that they both think as they sag to the ground is that at least I don’t have to live in a world without him.
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Dorcas dies sobbing.
Time. That’s all she wanted, all she needed and it was the one thing she couldn’t have.
She’s always been careful, meticulous, always counted the seconds and the minutes and the hours. Days upon days, weeks upon weeks, always treated her future like it was the present. Always logical, always calm, always planning 3 steps ahead because she was so afraid she’d trip and fall.
And suddenly it didn’t matter anymore. All the studying, all the planning, everything that had secured her future and she didn’t need it anymore because she’d never reach it, would she? She’d never grow up, dye her hair pink like she always wanted to, buy a house like she always wanted to, marry Marlene like she always wanted to. Wishes, hundreds of them, swirling around her like ghosts.
And she can see it, fading away, like sand slipping through her hands, blowing away in the wind. She can see it, her life, gone in an instant.
And she’s not brave, not like Marlene. She’s terrified, of death and the unknown, of leaving this Earth and all she can do is pray that she’ll find another world, something bigger, something better.
Dorcas kneels on the ground, head bowed, tears streaming from her eyes, and she doesn’t try to run when the blast starts.
Remus with sleepy Harry
Jily and Wolfstar dancing
He gets to the end of the ramparts, but instead of stopping, he leaps up on top of the wall, then out over the moat - just takes a running jump off the building! And doesn’t fall! He floats out over the moat and lands on the other side. It’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I’m reading Wayward Son right now and it has inspired me to dig out all the sequences I sketched out from Carry On. Hoping to finish them all in the next few months! (And then proceed onto some Wayward Son art :O )
much like taylor swift, i will never be getting over the kaylor breakup either
Saw Avengers: Endgame Last night (No Spoilers ahead)
First I want to thank RDJ for the time and effort he put into these movies. He single-handedly held up this franchise and we owe him so much.
Thank you, Chris Evans. For bringing one of my most beloved superheroes to life. To me Captain America is the embodiment of what human kind should strive to be; Kind, Accepting, and Steadfast. (Also: FUCK YOU, NICK FUCKING SPENCER RIGHT IN THE ASS WITH A BURNING CHAINSAW. JUST.... FUCK YOU, MAN. RUSSOS, YOU’RE FUCKING NEXT. YOU KNOW THE SCENE I’M TALKING ABOUT AND YOU KNOW IT DIDN’T NEED TO BE IN THERE!)
Now:
I’m fine I promise, I just:
Yeah...
Sonadow and their fuckass moon symbolism
These are my doggos