"It Was Worlds More Than He Deserved. He Feared It As Much As He Wanted It; The Thought That This Was

"what does Piko like in Fukase?"

I got a tablet and this is my first (actually, second but well) doodle with it, I am absolutely not ashamed

Something like that, I guess..

Can you all do this trend with Andreil? I want to see how the fandom thinks

Also jerejean.

I will do it too but I'm sick right now.

well, sparkles and all..

She ran to where Tristan lay wounded, and with the sword above him she cried:

"You are that Tristan of the Lyonesse, who killed the Morholt, my mother' brother, and now you shall die in your turn."

another sketch of him because i saw him change his costume to a less revealing one in season 5 and thought that's too much clothes

finished my art for @skinkblue, can't say it was easy, but most definitely fun

butterflies hanahaki au!edvy

Envy thinks homunculi can't get sick with this cheesy nonsense. But then he faces Edward. And in the most aesthetically unpleasing manner butterflies begin getting out of his lungs. Large emerald butterflies, those of them who didn't choke on blood and died are flying close to the ceiling of the cellar, not letting him forget just who made him feel like this. Envy even tries to get rid of them, catch them and crush them in his hands, but every time new ones make their way out.

Once when Envy sees Edward, an uninvited butterfly spreads its wings in his mouth and flies out. Envy reaches his hand out in attempt to catch it, but only manages to touch it with the tips of his fingers, before it lands on stunned Edward's shoulder and dies, injured and crumpled.

Envy feels another damn butterfly creep out of his throat, as if he hadn't embarrassed himself enough in front of Edward. He clutches his chest, trying to cope with pain, and suddenly Edward moves closer. The alchemist leans in, covers Envy's lips with his hand and kisses him over it. The butterfly, which was locked in his mouth, stops thrashing, falling dead. And to be honest Envy too feels a little dead. Edward pulls away, and the homunculus spits out the dead, bloody insect on the ground, finally feeling the fluttering in his rib cage stop.

sweet and warm

nightmares taste bitter..