Kabru. It's As Simple As That

Flowers From Your Ashes

A good day to die, and a fine time for gardening.

Wasn’t it convenient that Death used sickles for work?

To add insult to injury, the cat died by fire this time. The flowers in the wolf’s lungs withered like all the sunlight and water had just vanished from the world. They were dry when Death spat them out and cut their stems. Orange and red gladioli, like the previous six times.

Death knew Puss in Boots would revive, and so would the cut blooms in Death’s lungs.

Another three lives for the cat to waste.

Until the last harvest.

Painting You, Painting Me

Illustration for my work in progress novel about artists titled 1000 Words Unframed

HD images and painting videos on my Patreon.com/Yuumei

Saw this and thought of them. Sorry.

An illustration of The Golden Hourglass' sixth chapter: the doggy gets a bath!

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Welp. Time to out myself as a Sonic fan. The 'Sonic Prime' series dragged me back to the fandom and would not let go.

Since I don't want to spam my followers with my ramblings about supersonic hedgehogs, I made a sideblog. Feel free to follow me there if you want to! I might also doodle there on occasion.

2022 cartoons that take inspiration from the early 2000s and subvert expectations by serving legendary overconfident characters a huge slice of humble pie, my beloved.

A snail dragon would be awesome

#5 - 蝸龍 (snail dragon)- Is she a very small dragon or did she find a very big strawberry? 🐌💖🍓

it turns out there’s a sixth love language

It’s Not In The Stars

Every mortal had a soulmate. Death didn’t.

"So?" Puss’ red rose twirled between his claws.

"So, you should stop pursuing me, and go back to your soulmate," Death growled.

"Kitty and I have an open relationship. Sweet of you to worry, though," Puss purred.

"I’m not supposed to mingle with mortals! This is why I don’t have a mark!"

"That doesn’t sound like a ‘no,’" Puss caressed Death’s chin with the flower. "I don’t care what fate has to say. But I do care about your answer."

Despite his suave voice, the rose trembled in his paw.

Death took it.