Thinking About Whenever Corvus Found Out About The Family Photo Soren Keeps.

I've been kind of obsessed with them since I watched the last season. I think Soren needed to be comforted by Corvus... They never really talked about what happened and it didn't sit well with me, so I drew this.

Bonus sketch:

Sketches while relistening to tma with a friend lol

IF YOU ARE UNMARRIED, DON'T HAVE KIDS, AND HATE YOUR PARENTS PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HAVE A FUCKING WILL

this has been a public service announcement from your friendly neighborhood probate lawyer

Have you ever thought about drawing Hob as Hope of the Endless? I love this au and ngl I'd love to see him in your style, you know, in all light and glory 🙈

Hello! I drew this once a few months ago here

But I wanted to draw an updated version that’s more like Dream’s robe looks. I hope you like it! ✨

Not gonna lie, if I was Orpheus, I just wouldn't have turned arou–

Did you hear that?

Eurydice?

Eurydice, are you still there?

Sorry, I trust you're there. That noise just startled me for a second there.

...

You are there, right? Sorry. Of course you are.

This is a long tunnel. My feet hurt... Do you think we can stop for a while? I won't turn around.

I promise.

...

I'll take that as a yes.

Do you know how much longer it'll take?

I... I don't know why I keep asking you questions. I know I won't get an answer. But you can give me all your answers as soon as we're home.

I'm so tired. Let's rest. Just for an hour or so.

I love you.

I won't turn around.

...

Do you trust that I won't?

Sorry, I just realized how often I keep saying that I won't. Do I really think you don't trust me? Do I not trust myself?

How long have we been walking? It feels like days.

I just... I hope it's over soon. I keep feeling like I see the light at the end of the tunnel but it's just my imagination.

But I won't turn around... I prom-

What's that noise?

Is that you?

Are you even there?

Sorry. Again. And sorry I keep saying sorry. Am I going insane? I know you're there. Right behind me. Just one step behind.

Has it been weeks?

I think my hair's longer than it should be.

Months?

Will we ever make it out?

I trust you're there. I trust you're right behind me. I can't hear you. I can't look at you...

I won't turn around. I promise.

...

I love you.

Eurydice?

I...

I won't turn around.

I won't.

I.

...

I don't think there's an end to this.

Should we keep walking?

Should I just...

I'm sorry, I can't believe I'm even suggesting that.

I won't turn around.

Because I love you. And I trust you're there...

I love you.

I can't see you. Or feel you. Or hear you.

How can I love you...

You're hardly there. I know it doesn't feel that way to you.

But I just... I won't turn around.

... I promise?

Has it been years?

When will this be over.

Do I even love you if I can't even bring myself to look at you?

Let me see you! I can't do this. Let me hear your voice, Eurydice!

Eurydice?

I can't... I won't...

Turn around...

Turn around?

How could I be so stupid?

But this won't be over until I do.

I truly believe that.

I love you.

Even if I never see you again...

Please understand, Eurydice. I'm breaking this promise out of love.

Please understand.

I'm sorry.

I'm turning around.

You're beautiful.

YES YES YES

Okay... So like, I already named it, I have a plot idea, I have chapter title ideas...

Would anyone read a religious trauma focused Lambert x Aiden fic?

Them Wolf boys just got "raised Catholic" energy and somebody should do something with that

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

Ow

hit me like a slow bullet (munseth, 7k, explicit)

Eddie is fine, but he's kinda fucked up, Gareth is guilty and he's definitely fucked up

in which i put gareth through the horrors of longing, and eddie is in recovery