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I read a sixteen-book fantasy series and now I spend every waking moment thinking about sad people kissing. There will be SPOILERS. I try to spoiler tag by series if not by book, but I'm bad at it.
Main is @prawnlegs My art is tagged my art
If you've also read these books, here is a tiny sleeping Lord Golden to bring you solace:
an April Fool🌼
were I to create an original piece of media I would create bait so queer in order to create a fanfic environment I like. I find you guys do your best work under duress.
I’d say “jeez can two people not be friends anymore?” and then I’d give one of them amnesia in which they only recognize the other above anyone else
And a few more pictures I made while rereading parts of the assassins quest
The jealous Starling was really amusing to me.
happy birthday to everyone's specialest little guy <3 I also made this into a STICKER
I put off listening to Buckkeep Radio but now I have like 3 illustration projects I'm working on that require something engaging to listen to and hey this is cute and fun. see I'm a Prancing Pony Podcast listener so I was imagining a close reading that would expose me to long passages from the text and completely derail my work by making me cry. but uh. I guess we'll see when (IF) I reach Tawny Man
Btw. how did Robin Hobb get calling one of the children of her main characters Boy-O past her fucking editor
@janeways-coffees coming in with the sickest headcanon so far lmao
Some of my attempts to draw the flow of skill
God, the fact that little Beloved thought that Fitz was interacting with him out of pity… Throughout the whole ass quest... and even before... he didn’t believe that he was truly loved. I didn't remember this moment when I read it for the first time…
i finished assassin’s quest. enjoyed that this was basically half the book
this could be about anything
Felt sad, drew the Fool, felt a little less sad (:
fuck it, i'm curious. reblog and tag with the first fictional death to ever rewrite your brain chemistry and/or make you cry like a baby. mine was ares from the underland chronicles (who, for context, was a giant bat.) to this day i will weep if i think too hard about it. okay, go.
in this essay i won’t
