What If Every Tumblr User Suddenly Looses Their Mouse?

I know those eyes // Following me // Dark and familiar // And deep as the sea // I know that face // Strange though it seems // Younger and kinder // It haunts all my dreams

They haven’t met before. But Smajor swears, there’s something so familiar yet wrong about the situation before him. He just can’t put his finger on what.

[rb > likes 💞]

Is it ok if i swear?

!!! Ace of Arts !!! (LINK)

It’s March 14th, 2021 and, as promised, my a-spec art book is available today and above are some samples! There are 140 pages with 160 art pieces in total. I’d love some feedback (if possible!)

Thank you again to everyone who has supported this idea and my artwork in general ♥️

I’d really appreciate it if you could reblog this so that the people who liked/reblogged/commented on my 60k post could see it? Thank you!

(Please don’t remove this caption or repost this!)

Bismuth is bi guys it says right here

Science class is great

AU where Sokka’s high-on-cactus-juice encounter with the giant mushroom takes a dark turn. (Also he has a gun)

based on this beautiful tumblr post

bonus:

Me_irl

you know who’s gay? paul the real estate novelist who never had time for a wife and davey who’s still in the navy and probably will be for life

Aletheia, a Scott centric Empires SMP x 3rd Life fanfic

No warnings, 4301 words. Past Scott/Jimmy. Angst and emotional hurt. 

Read on ao3 here! 

Summary:

Aletheia: unclosedness, unconcealedness, disclosure, truth; the state of not being hidden, the state of being evident. Opposite of Lethe, meaning oblivion, forgetfulness, concealment.

Scott remembers Third Life, as much as he would rather not. He’s an Emperor, now, with an Emperor’s business to attend to, and that includes meeting with the ancient deer deity of his kingdom, who is far more perceptive than he would like.

Or, Scott does not want to talk about Jimmy, but that matters little when your new god can read your thoughts.

Excerpt:

He meets the Guardian of Rivendell in a small clearing of stone and spruce in a jagged crack in the mountainside only accessible by air and by magic.

It’s snow-frosted, like everything else in Rivendell, crystals hanging from pine needles and glittering in the afternoon sun, grass crunching beneath his footfalls. The trees are tall and dark and reaching for the sky in their cloaks of wintergreen, berry bushes and brambles a circlet upon the earth’s burdened brow. The berries are holly, yew, toxic-bright, like splashes of blood, like eyes. The thought startles Scott, heart throbbing in his throat, and he tears his own eyes- blue eyes- away.

He is alone and then he is not.

Why did you call me, Guardian?

You are troubled. Now, come and talk with me a while.

I was looking back thru more recent art and I somehow never posted this here??? (or at least I cant find it) Anyways heres the bfs trio having a snowball fight from last November LOL

(aka top ten pics taken 0.5 seconds before Adora goes She-Ra and Wrecks It)

MY TMNT VER. OF RAPH !!

This was so much fun to draw omg😭😭