Ghost lurker central

Like I said before. I have no self control. I have no regrets either. It had to be done o_o

Oh and do click on the top one, it's transparent :) (technically all of them are, but that's just cuz I don't like doing backgrounds)

He looks back down at the baby – Andy – with her lick of dark hair and her splotchy pink skin. Even though she can’t be more than a month old, probably not even, the resemblance to her father – to Hob’s friend – is already uncanny. She looks imperious, a little disapproving, like she’ll nap in his arms if she has to since she doesn’t want to be rude, but privately she thinks the conditions aren’t quite befitting an infant of her station.

Hob loves her instantly, instinctively, in a way that he thinks is going to be nearly impossible to get over.

[Prince of stories, Lord of dreams and Nightmares]

i wrote a fic about scarves and feelings

you can read it here:

Day one of inktober! The theme today: “The King and the Pomegranate” !

I decided to do inktober digitally this year

[Inktober list]