Doodle.
Happy Horse Year 2026 by Syrena Li
tumblr will never count as social media to me. This shit a secret hideout and we just all happen to see each others thoughts
in 2026 DO NOT ask yourself whether your art is GOOD
instead ask:
- is it SINCERE
- was it CATHARTIC
- was it FUN TO MAKE
- is it MADE BY ME
and don't forget to stay silly
"I got that dog in me"
The dog in question:
"why do you even want romance in an rpg, go play a dating sim-"
I like little whimsical romances!! I like the magical experience of seeing two characters fall in love among a bigger complex world!! I love romance! I love giving love to the one character who is not expecting!! IT IS A CHOICE, AND I CHOOSE IT
Cover art for SERVANT OF EARTH, the first book in dark and sensual Fae romantasy series from Sarah Hawley and Ace Books Publishing
AD: Katie Anderson
Very thankful for the opportunity to paint some of my favourite things! Dresses, flowers, daggers: a winning combo ♥️
Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth
“Sometimes i think you love your people more than god loves them, Kathryn.”
bringing together all my kathryn janeway terror/voyager crossover sketches into one place because @fate-motif keeps torturing me with this idea (originally based on this post)
the thing about this setting is that it can be a true Terror/Voyager crossover AU but in my mind it's more of a holonovel that Janeway has been running ever since her father and fiance died on the ice planet of Tau Ceti Prime, in which she could have saved one of them but didn't act fast enough, so she lost both of them and then fell into a deep deep depression.
the Doomed Arctic Exploration holoprogram is her way of dealing with the black dog on her back. It's a self-flagellation device, a torment nexus of her own design, her own personal Kobayashi Maru. The point isn't that haha Janeway could bring Terror and Erebus back home, but Crozier couldn't bring back Voyager. The point is that Janeway already thinks she can't bring Voyager back home, but she staunchly refuses to allow herself to lose that hope to begin with.
Her worst days aren't when she loads up the holoprogram to suffer on the ice and watch her crewmen die. Her worst days are when she locks herself in her quarters for months of endless darkness in space and cannot bring herself to even care enough to wash her hair.
Anyway have another frosty Janeway
so frustrating to be a skeptic with a sense of whimsy because like. I want there to be cryptids. I want there to be magic. I want there to be evidence of something we don't fully understand and can't explain. but then 99% of the "proof" out there for that stuff is like. the most obvious scam you've ever seen in your life.
^ Houdini searching for his dead mother's ghost





