BEHOLD

smiling bat :)

based on this guy ^ my favorite little guy from British Library Harley MS 3244 f 55v

the notes are informing me that today is international bat appreciation day. do you appreciate him because I appreciate him so much

Hmmm hm. Cinderella retelling where Bluebeard is her stepfather. Her mother marries the baron, and she’s given a key, and she goes where she shouldn’t, and there are no brothers to rescue her, and that leaves Cinderella with Bluebeard.

And it’s. Strange. He hasn’t dealt with stepchildren before, and it’s like a pebble in his shoe. He doesn’t entirely know what to do about it.

And this is a problem for him, she knows. Her mother is in the basement, hidden away where he can ignore, but she is unavoidable. He should kill her, she knows, but she also knows that there are rules here that even he can’t ignore. She never broke the rules. She never goes where she mustn’t. She must live. He cannot touch her.

For now, obedience turns out to be an acceptable rebellion.

#holy SHIT#holy SHITTT#THIS IS A FUCKING BALLER STORY IDEA#YES!!!#fairy tales#Cinderella#Bluebeard#God I'm dying and frothing at the mouth just imagining their fucked up dynamic here#ohhhh#oh it could be so good.#(and if he tries to seduce her? because a stepdaughter -- he cannot touch her -- but a *wife.*)#Let's get all that good horrific fucked up shit in there!!! (tags by pureanonofficial)

whoops, my hand slipped and i accidentally wrote some fic:

och allt var tomt som förr (5191 words) by pinuspinea The rules he lays out are simple. She must stay in the house. She must remain respectable. Under no circumstances is she to unlock the door to the room he forbids from all of his wives. The rules are simple, oh so simple, and yet, yet. There are maidens, there are crones, but there is only the one mother.

as the prophecy foretold.. more Tripp!

mmmm when your patron of the unseelie court wants to contact you :)

baby druid has a warlock moment..

A Wicker Man prequel could be interesting. The original Lord Summerisle reads the Golden Bough and comes up with a neo-pagan religion to get the isle folks under control and create new agriculture practices, and everyone gets way more into it than expected. As an old man, still worshipped as a priest-king, he talks to his grandson (played by whatever child actor we can find who can do a passable Christopher Lee impression.) “You didn’t invent the religion,” the child says in creepy earnest. “You received a revelation.”

At the climax, the crops are showing worrying signs of failure for the first time ever. Old Lord Summerisle is confronted by his grandson, who says they might need a less symbolic sacrifice. “What, a child sacrifice?” “No…the right kind of adult.”

Old Lord Summerisle dies of a heart attack. The crops thrive.

I've just about posted this everywhere. It's a piece I started yesterday and finished today. I don't know why but I've been obsessed with color lately, and I've really wanted to depict this character in cozy poses. I know the clouds don't make much sense but it's supposed to be a stylized scene; more about the vibes than accuracy. I've posted this all over too. Over on Bluesky Furaffinity and Twitter!

Small artists you need to understand that when you see an artist who you think has 'made it' tells you not to worry about the numbers and to not fret about getting more likes than reblogs they are not telling you it because they think you are stupid for caring or because they dont need to network to survive they are very likely telling you that because they have witnessed first hand the way the numbers game tears people to shreds in terms of mental health and motivation

Beginner artist: It’s easy for you to say not to worry about the numbers because you don't have to do it anymore.

Advanced artist, shaking them by the shoulders: DON'T DO THIS, it's a never-ending loop of trying to satisfy the nameless statistical tables that make you think your worth is measured by the number of people you can entertain.

the patron saint of worms that died on concrete

Photographs by Andrej Uspenski

The longing

Available on my store as a print

   A drawing that I no longer exhibit in art shows, because too many people asked me if it was real, and more than one confidently called it a chipmunk. So. This is a flying squirrel that I drew with moth wings because I thought it was funny. Also, moth wings look good on absolutely everyone. Think of is as a squirrel fairy. A fairydiddle. A flying HAR HAR *wink* squirrel. It was funny in my head.

Joined the Innsmouth swim team to stay in shape but these guys are all insanely fast wtf

Spring omen.

[image description: artwork of a small pale purple dragon with a serious expression, sitting at the base of a tree. the area is sunny, with dense green leaves on the branches. lush grass and purple and pink flowers cover the ground. end description.]

They got weird cats in Ankh-Morpork

a day on gotham twitter

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