Pynch Wip 🤲

Okay no but I'm thinking more about Big Brother Eskel hearing about this fucking bard Geralt has picked up and all the mischief and mayhem he causes while also bringing back a light to Geralt's eyes and making his path so much less lonely [wolves were never meant to be alone and especially not Geralt] and when he does meet him he's just like. Fuck. Look at this thing. He's so small and wild and free. Is anyone going to fuss over him like he's an errant baby brother or do I have to do everything around here my-fucking-self. And then he does and Dandelion's incredibly confused but he's not, like, mad about it

He was hungry :)

He was hungry too. Came to check when it would be ready. Regreted it.

How to feels reaching out to magazines

Lie with Me, Philippe Besson

Watching the MCU fall down the drain as an avid comic lover is always interesting. It’s kinda like looking out my window and seeing my neighbors house is on fire. Like damn guys what is happening over there…

I offered myself to Louis instead, my companionship, an immortal live in the church, on the altar

Prints here

🕯️🕯️Neil Josten save me….Neil Josten if you can hear me… 🕯️🕯️save me white boy 🕯️🕯️

Been playing around with shadows and such, major wip but it’s coming along nicely!

Brokeback Mountain but it's Charthur

i drew these on an ipad, which is NOT my preferred tool at all, so don't mind it too much.

adam parrish looks different every time you see him. that’s partially demonstrated in the first chapters of cdth, but sometimes his hair is red. sometimes it’s a spunky strawberry blond, or a golden brown, or hay colored yellow. the skin under his eyes is so thin that it gets all purple and veiny, especially when he’s tired but that’s kind of always. sometimes his skin is a sickly sort of grayish yellow but others it’s a dusty tan, a product of working on his cars in the virginia sun. his clothes always seem to fit him differently, it’s the way they hang or perhaps the way he holds himself. every once in a while he has these scary, angry, blue eyes, an inherited gift from his father — but more often theyre the same muddy grey as the sky he looked up at, clouds rolling in overhead, from when he was young. he is stringy and small and six feet tall at the same time. unlike gansey, this has never been “all there is.” and it never will be.