Looking for a way to make your Christmas dinner super depressing?
welp. that’s a thing.
when your otp does the forehead touching thing
When your otp does the canon not canon thing
when your otp does the “almost kiss” thing.
When your otp does the dying thing
When half of your otp does the going into a coma because of psychic shenanigans thing and the other half does the shove a demon into their mutual ex friend’s body because reasons thing.
That’s a thing, right?
"You know nothing of a father’s love!"
For GoSU’s The Boy Who Found Fear At Last
Rimsky-Korsakov, what a powerful story. There was a lot I could have drawn from, but North fighting Pitch while calling his ass out was too amazing to pass up.
As always, this is so beautiful and we are so honored. I’m so happy you picked this scene in particular to draw. :D
No, North doesn’t know about a father’s love. His father and mother were most likely not even in his childhood (being raised by bandits) or they were terrible parents because they were bandits. They probably didn’t even notice him because they were too busy raiding villages for treasure. He knows nothing of a father’s love because he never had it. That’s why he was so bitter. But then Katherine came along and she was like a daughter to him. And Pitch had disappeared with her and that was the feel of a father’s love that he might have felt.
I thought his parents were bears.
All the more reason for him to never experience a father’s love
It’s true. Bears are horrible fathers.
As a poly bear I take offense to that remark.
I can summon a storm of weird hybrid chickenducks
my doodles come to life? I dunno xD
I GO FAST.
ALL THE TIME
Anything I imagine will fabricate into reality and play out the stories in my head.
I’m both more than ok and terrified with this.
I can communicate with flowers, and I have the ability to spin chairs mentally.
I command a leigion of gelatinous blobs.
Considering my name means Envy in Dutch I like to think I can shapeshift? Sounds like a way better power than being envious all the time, because that sucks.
I can fuck anything and survive in space
I can exterminate snog boxes and kill kissing people inside them
I’m a supervillain
I can turn into a bird and you know… wander around a bit
Ummmmm someone have an idea of what i can do? ._.
I guess I have rainbow frost powers. “See the rainbow, slip on the rainbow”
I’m the guardian of the mystical force of screwing up, patron saint of most politicians, the Washington Generals, and those people who can’t do anything right in infomercials.
I am 99 horribly misspelled gods of lightning.
My background is the logo of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.
Screwed, screwed, screwed.
Lake Superior in January during a snow storm, at dawn.
I’ll be unconscious within fifteen minutes and dead in less than half an hour, but if my body is recovered before it freezes, there’s a chance I could be rewarmed and brought back to life!
Captain Marvel. :( It’ll be a quick, awesome death…?
Ohmygawd. My cat. And considering what happened a few days ago, I’m suddenly feeling very, very uneasy… .
My background is Avengers!Loki.
Perhaps I could just give him a hug? Tell him Odin loves him? Remind him of Frigga’s trust? Or do I say his name three times while looking in a mirror? Damnit…
Well either way, to say I’m fucked would be wishful thinking, huh?
Princess Luna??? Oh, she wouldn’t hurt one who loves her!…right?
My background is Finnick Odair , I’m SO fucked up
Grimlock squish puny fleshy human.
…Well, on the upside, the assassins my computer sent after me failed to kill me in my sleep.
Genesic GaoGaiGar. I’m squished.
totalitarian dystopian future lit is like “what if the government got so powerful that all the bad stuff that’s already happening ALSO HAPPENED TO WHITE PEOPLE?”
1. the state of having overeaten; the state of being stuffed with food.
2. stuffed; filled solid; as, a farctate leaf, stem, or pericarp, opposed to tubular or hollow.
Etymology: Latin farctus, past participle of farcire.
I’m a child that’s been let loose on New York City.
I am a single mother of two wolf-human hybrid babies
And you know, I spent that whole movie being like “holy shit, damn, I want to do that, I want to move into an old ass house up on a mountain and be completely self sufficient and trade produce with my neighbors and be a farmer” and I have been thinking about is constantly since I watched it so I’m totally ok with this
…I pilot a jaeger. I’m okay with this.
Aw, man, I’m Constantine. John Constantine.
i am the chosen one gonna kill voldemort
I am also the single mother of two hybrid wolf-human babies. That movie’s going around.
Either that or we need to get on Maury cause our husband be fuckin’ all around town.
I am the geologist in charge of monitoring Yellowstone. (Now let’s hope the supervolcano doesn’t erupt on my watch.)
I’m an aging retired spymaster called back to discover the identity of a Soviet mole in British intelligence
I have to avenge Apollo Creed’s death by out boxing a roided Russian
Obviously yrossini and I were destined to beat Russians together.
I’m a Naval Aviator.
I’M THE QUEEN OF DENMARK
I MEAN ARENDELLE
I can live with this.