maladaptive daydreaming (but in a cute dead way)
imps with sticky little imp paws
The Spirit of Present with its legendary beast, The Ashwick
The Spirit only lives one day on winter solstice, riding from house to house atop the ever-changing Ashwick bringing feast, drink, and good cheer to all
best soup this side of the faewilds
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Call me Ishmael (Moss) ✦ 30 ✦ they/them ✦ queer artist and writer
♡ cottagepunk ♡ sci-fantasy ♡ retrofuturism ♡ macabre ♡
This is a gallery for my personal art and stories. Doodles, reblogs, rambles, and replies are on my personal blog @herbalsingularitea
a nice cozy Yuletide story for y’all