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imagine you had an infection similar to jane prentiss' hive.. a pervasive itch that could never quite be scratched. what if you were being eaten alive and rotting from the inside out. what if you had a partner who loved you through your transformation, who cherished the meat sloughing off your bones; a person who is ultimately devoured by your infestation along with you, when all that's left is the colony. what then.

woo

@jonmartinweek day two: "i trust you"

ohhh i hate it so much i need to strap it to a rocket and launch it into the stratosphere.

somewhere, there exists a memory of that fateful day

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i somehow managed to delete the entire thing during the lineart phase, but worry not because i redrew him in his shining glory from scratch

NASA released the clearest pictures yet of our neighbours in the solar system

Oh and of course us

Honourable mention

based off a lovely fanfic called "Resigned, Though Not to Fate" by @crit20art <3

originally done for day 7 of goretober, based off the painting The Kiss by Gustav Klimt

☆Prints☆

Warm and Cozy (Bagginshield mini comics)

I had say it and I will say it again, I have a thing for Thorin cloak. And so have Bilbo x)

cutie patooties

get tractor beamed, idiots

Your dead husband suddenly shows up at your door. He looks the same, speaks the same, holding him feels the same, but it's not really him. He's just a few degrees off, a handful of different choices removed from the man you knew. He doesn't know you, he knows a different you. He's standing right there but there's an entire universe between you. But even though you know he's not really the man you loved you beg him to stay because someone who's almost him is better than being all alone.