Imagine If Human Dream Was Being Operated By Blob Dream. Like The Human Dream's Face Can Be Opened Like

Are art request still open? Can you draw other people’s ocs?

Yup! But I'll need a reference for it in either the ask itself or in dms lol

Sally Face

The last 2 are lopsided but idc

@jessica199616 's request for her lovely OCs being wholesome!

I had a lot of fun doing this one especially since it's my first time making ship art! :D hope you like it

Guys if I get 271,100 notes on this till my 21st birthday (November 27th) I'll get

Don't walk on my roof

tattooed in ancient greek

Sometimes I think about how quickly we as a fandom forgot about Tsubasa and his nomuification.

I find that to be a travesty we moved on from that way too fucking quickly.

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Mona was already aware that Wrio was a bit secretive since he never really met up with her whenever his "parents" were "concerned about his whereabouts". All she knew was that he didn't have the best relationship with them compared to before.

Wriothesley always had the urge to tell Mona the truth about his family. When he learned the truth, she was the first person he wanted to tell. But he couldn't help but feel scared, thinking about what kind of punishments he might face. It wasn't until he decided to free his siblings and was caught after roaming the streets that the truth was out in the open.

Mona was shocked, but saddened about what the man she fell for has gone through. She never did any divinations for him because she felt like it invaded his privacy. Wrio understood and was glad. They spoke for a long time before his trial, letting all their emotions and secrets out in the open. Mona was the one who told Wrio to confess to his crimes. She promised they would always keep in touch, just like before.

Wriothesley knew how hard it must be for Mona. She has seen all kinds of sadness from those who request to know their fates. From sickness, lost love, grief, and so much more. And yet, infront of him she was like a pillar. A pillar that resembled a comforting warm bath after a hard and cold day.

Mona watched the trial, saw how the handsome man pleaded guilty, how the hydro archon excused herself under the guise of boredom (but Mona could tell the archon was saddened by the disturbing nature of the trial). She saw how Wriothesley was given his sentence and led away at the ending of the trial.

Almost a month went by with no word from her beloved. She knew he could take care of himself but she was nervous. She would be leaving Fontaine soon and she doesn't know how he is. And then the first letter came. Wriothesley wrote all about how he found his vision during registration, the condition of the fortress and how he's quickly rising the ranks. He didn't specify how he was rising so quickly but Mona had an idea.

She could see how passionately he wrote about the changes he wants to make, and she wrote back her own inputs. He wrote about Sigewinne and how she had similar mannerisms to Mona in certain ways.

There's a saying from an old fontainian romance novel: distance makes the heart grow fonder.

There's a saying from an old mondstader romance novel: love that withstands distance and trials will be as strong as a windstorm.

Mona couldn't help but feel how true these saying are. Despite the circumstances, it felt as though the two were getting closer and happier. And when Wriothesley excitedly wrote to her about his new title as the Duke with pictures of his new office, she knew he was the one. The one who would make her feel like the only girl in the world worth all his love (and desire)

Mona still wrote her columns in the steambird and Wriothesley did his best to find them, even with his disconnection to the surface. Eventually he asked Mona to send them in her letters. She agreed, of course.

After the events of the prophecy, the two of them had an unexpected opportunity to reunite in person. It was certainly a sight to see Wriothesley greeting her with a gigantic flying ship during a mass flood. The two of them worked hard to save as many people as possible.

As things died down, the two of them looked at eachother. All that love, and yearning seemed to burst out of them. In the safety of a small room hidden away from others, they hugged and kissed and cried and loved. The two of them showed as much love as they could before exhaustion caught up to them. The warm embrace of hard muscles against soft skin was enough to pull them into slumber. Wriothesley woke up not long after, planting a chaste kiss onto Mona's face before reluctantly leaving to focus on his duties. But not without a few more kisses, pictures and a letter explaining his departure.

Mona stuck around to help with a bit of reconstruction and to reunite with her friends (traveler and paimon) to catch up on their journey. Eventually she had to leave back to Mondstad but made sure to send even more letters than before. She got a taste of paradise and was upset that it had to be so brief. Perhaps one day they'll be able to be together more often and in person.

Wriothesley along with Sigewinne worked hard to rebuild the fortress after the recent disaster. At times it felt like it was too much, and the desire to be back in the arms of his gorgeous darling would be almost unbearable. But then he would receive another letter, and feel so much joy. It became apparent to some prisoners that his grace was going through the feels (both good and bad feels).

To simply put: their love was similar to when Wriothesley was first convicted, but also stronger. Perhaps the sayings were more true than people realized. Apart from those closest to him such as Sigewinne, Chlorinde and soon the traveler and paimon too, no one else really knew of the relationship between him and Mona. His ears still hurt from Paimon and the traveler's shock and disbelief.

He looks at the old framed picture of him and his beloved from when they were but young teens beginning to understand love and romance. He has kept it with him for a long time, in the best condition possible and now it stays on the table next to his bed. He knows Mona has an identical picture kept in that little photo album she keeps in her shelves.

He sees what a shy but happy boy he was, shortly before knowing the truth of his parents. He sees the cheerful and optimistic Mona who had discovered her love for Astrology, ready to make the stars her own, before knowing how cruel fate can be. But it was also the shy boy mustering the courage to give a pretty young girl who was growing into a beautiful woman flowers from the bushes around town. It was also the cheerful girl who cut her own bangs and chose her clothes more carefully all to impress the boy who was quickly growing into a tall and handsome man.

When arriving back home after the arduous trip, Mona reopens the album she kept safe for so long and flips through them on her bed. She stares at the picture for a long time before putting a kiss on the page. She moves it to her cupboard and sleeps soundly, knowing that her lover will soon reply to her recent letter. He may be a busy man at times, but he is mostly free. The traveler can attest for this from their visit to the fortress.

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I FEEL LIKE I BLANKED AND WROTE ALL THIS BEFORE COMING BACK TO REALITY WITH A SMILE ON MY FACE. but for real though they are so cute and hot together

Is it just me or is Mona x Wriothesley a cute (and hot) ship?

Like I can just imagine Wriothesley enjoying the articles from the Steambird and Mona's columns being his favorite to read. And how they might have originally met whenever Mona was in Fontaine, maybe at some bookstore or cafe and they just clicked. Imagine if Wriothesley often buys books for Mona as gifts and she always takes such prestine care of them. Mona acting all cool and nonchalant about Wriothesley but the second he isnt around she started squealing about how cool her boyfriend is.

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

ARTOBER DAY 4:

Wednesday Addams

Not my best but whatever.

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send this to the last 7 people in your notifs! Let’s get to know each other better. (Anon or not, it doesn’t matter).

Alrighty then! Not too sure what to write but hopefully this qualifies.

1. I love making paper stars when I'm feeling bored but still lazy. Idk it's just fun to make them while listening to music.

2. I wore a georgette saree for my high school graduation and it was the first time I properly wore a full saree. I felt like a pretty princess that day.

3. I like to bite my ice cream and chew it rather than lick it, it's the same with popsicles. It's ironic considering I have sensitive teeth and gums.