Quick Doodle Of The Shimamitsus For Christmas

shrikeofficial: The Knife of Never Letting Go (Manchee’s actually in this image. You just can’t see him, cuz he’s short.)

The Knife of Never Letting Go

(Manchee’s actually in this image. You just can’t see him, cuz he’s short.)

Queen Luxa~ 👑

She’s done with everyone’s bs.... especially Ripred :P

Had to draw my updated design for my lovely girl! <3 I love her and her story so much.... Lu will forever be one of my favorite characters of all time ;W; Her character arc is so beautiful and heartbreaking. </3 

I hope I did her justice!

(read the Underland Chronicles)

New icon! It’s Shrikeyyyy~

"I can't stand it. Ah, I want to become a better person."

My artistic rendition of one of the sweetest moments in fiction. <3 Every relationship in the Underland Chronicles is so gentle and emotional and heartfelt.... I adore these two, always.

Written scene below the cut:

     “To even involve you in the nibblers’ plight was unfair of me. You owe them nothing.”

     “I didn’t try to help them because they owed me anything,” said Gregor. “What was happening to them was wrong.”

     “But when you see what the prophecy demands of you, that may not be enough,” said Luxa. “I declared the war for the nibblers’ sake. You share no history with the nibblers. We humans here have many reasons to be indebted to them. What have the nibblers ever done for you?”

     The breeze ruffled her hair, pushing it back from her face, giving him a clear shot of her eyes. They were asking for an answer. Needing to know if she could count on him.

     “They saved your life,” he said.

     And for just a moment, Luxa’s face softened and she smiled.

noct? 👉👈

i committed the gravest sin known to man....

drew him sad </3

Invisible Victory poster I decided to draw, since I’ve been rewatching FMP recently! Still love this show! :’)

a doodle of @redravenparadox‘s oc, arlo!

“This is who they really were. Not two carefree kids whose next big decision would be whether to get ice cream or see a movie, but two people who knew a war lay outside the door, waiting to tear them apart.”

“Last picture,” thought Gregor, as the image slowly developed.

“Last picture ever.”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret.... This is my secret place.”

“I sometimes come here to cry all my feelings out.”

“It’s a secret, understand?”