This Is The Elven Princess Rosamund. I Love Her.

I have FINISHED

I'm working on a lil something

YOOOO

I finished it!

A c!niki sketch I'm working on

Let's be very honest and say, c!niki is a chad. The truest of girl bosses. Chefs kiss gal.

Tw // bodily horror

👁🤚

Very very proud of how this turned out

Any rusty lake enjoyers?

A redraw of my friend KC's artwork. I butchered the hands but still love how it turned out :D

It's better in person I swear

I think I've peaked

Day 2: pumpkin

Did this instead of homework. Messed up so badly. I have failed crow father.

Rarepair: hifue x kariage

Idea: no quirks AU + regular childhood friends thing. Hifue is a diplomat/business woman while kariage and yasushi work as choreographers. Both firms are nearby and both kariage and hifue go to eat regularly at a nearby diner where they manage to talk and fall in love at.

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

The fate of their lives, how grotesque.

A story of lies and, a story of sorrow.

The passion once in her heart, now hollow.

The jester's pledge to his beloved, now forgotten with his soul.

The queen's tyranny and her eyes had gone cold.

Off with his head, she spoke with a vengeance and hidden glee.

The hatter's madness made him laugh like a banshee.

A silent whisper from a gossipy cat with feline whiskers.

Greatly missing the whimsical child he once held dear.

All because of an honest mistake involving pumpkins.

That lead to a sickly wife who became a corruption.

Now she was a monster of great wings and destruction.

Leaving her husband, the only one who could make any deductions.

Three pale-skinned creatures by the treacle well.

The only ones who drew their fates and left them to compel.

If only time could have been more merciful.

Because their stories would make even the harshest of hearts sniffle.

A romance that ended tragically, emphatically.

Left a hatred-filled heart that spoke sporadically.

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

The maker of hats had no answer, for his mind was a mess.

The maiden with a faint heart, who had made bad choices.

Now she bears the burden of her regrettable actions.

And in the distance, a young gal in blue would soon fall through the looking glass.

If she could actually help them, she'd be one crazy, impossible lass.

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

- A poem inspired by Heartless by Marissa Meyers