get shrimped

funi in my head, stupid in execution. Anyway, happy pride.

“Then the second angel poured out his bowl on the sea, and it became blood as of a dead man; and every living creature in the sea died.”

iron lung | project hail mary similarities. 3/3 part one. | part two.

iron lung | project hail mary similarities. 2/? part one.

iron lung | project hail mary similarities. 1/?

jon moments before getting his ribs taken illustrated

guardian of the blood tree

Sin cgi pierde mucho

It looks like it can't get any better, but I am begging you, turn the sound on

the final birthday art i gotta make to put an end to this late-may marathon, this is Bronson Wolfram! a doofus of a character made for a one-shot dnd thing years ago testing a homebrew race made by friend of the show @mintyeggs! befitting his name, he is extremely dense. he has zero serious lore or personality is he purely a goon of the old-fashioned "duhh, whateverr you say boss" variety with nothin much going on upstairs. to fit that i decided to make his art intentionally low quality as if he drew it himself lol (also i needed a easy one after the aforementioned marathon)

Utagawa Hiroshige I (1797 – October 12, 1858), Cicada on Tree Trunk, 1797-1858 Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, Boston, Massachusetts,

graduated and was blessed by ladybug freaks 💛🐞🎓

chee fong

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something, Sam... It’s a bit strange, so I held off before, but I feel like I can trust you more than anyone now. Do you... believe that some of the monsters here are... invisible? And that some of them have been around before this even started? ... Oh, really? I... don’t know if that’s a relief. You see, a few days before this disaster, I began to hear... things. A cruel voice, whispering hateful words in my ear. Telling me everything was my fault. Telling me I could do nothing to avert any of the catastrophes I would face. Telling me I wouldn't be able to protect Sophie... I can hear it now, telling me I can’t trust you, louder than ever. I thought at first it might just be my mind playing tricks on me... the voice, it sounds very much like my ex-husband... and I thought perhaps the stress of everything was making me imagine the ways he’d try to tear me down before I kicked him out and put that restraining order on him. It’s very much not in my head. It’s a very real voice that only I can hear, somehow. Could you, perhaps, do me a favor? Seeing as you know where these creatures are from... the next time you go there, could you bring me with you so I could silence that voice for myself once and for all?”