Himmel X Frieren

Truly horrifying i can't believe someone would do such a thing.

I can't even begin to imagine myself displayed in such a manner

... But maybe just maybe

In fairy culture its actually considered extremely rude to inject them with formaldehyde and pin them to a corkboard

Art by @ karlovycross (x)

Frieren - Thanks for the Journey Definitely my favorite anime this last season, sad it's over now it got me so emotional!

hi tumblr im back with more nimona..🩷

edit: 4K NOTES? thank u so much… also i love reading your guys silly hashtags on reblogs u guys r too nice

Hmmmm hm. Okay. Worldbuilding/story idea.

One million years after humanity disappears, octopi and ravens have independently developed sapience. And one day an octopus child and an elder raven meet at the edge of the ocean.

Where is your mother and father? asks the raven. I have no mother or father, says the octopus, blushing pale. All octopi are children. Once we’re grown, we will mate and we will die. It is the first and the last thing our mothers tell us.

But that’s horrible, says the raven. It’s not all bad, says the octopus. We play, we hunt, we make games for ourselves in the deep. Yes, but who remembers your songs? the raven says. Who passes down your stories?

What is a story? the octopus asks.

And the raven thinks about this question. And finally it says: A story is how you remember things in the past. It is how you know where you come from, and what happened before you were born. A story can be a warning, or it can be advice, or it can be a silly joke told to make you feel good. Someone remembers the story and tells it to the next generation, who remember the story and tells it to the generation after them.

And the octopus thinks about this answer. And finally it says: Can you tell me a story?

And the raven tells the octopus a story. And it’s a good story. And the next day the octopus returns and asks for another. The next day it brings its octopus friends, and the raven brings its raven friends, and many stories are shared on the edge of the ocean.

Months later, the octopus returns to the raven. I am grown, it says. I am returning to the sea to find a mate and lay my brood. I will not be coming back. I’m sorry.

I will miss your company, says the raven.

I have one thing to ask you, says the octopus. In time my children will come to the edge of the ocean. I would like you to tell them a story I have made. And when they have stories of their own, I would like your children to remember them and pass them down to my children’s children.

Of course, says the raven. What is your story about?

And the octopus thinks, and says: It is about an octopus child and an elder raven who meet at the edge of the ocean.

And this story has been passed down to this day.

Jacket samus

[oc] They are not in

Blush 🎀

Lately I’ve been (once again) very much into sketching tiny characters in huge settings. I want to make a series of paintings with this theme so I’ve been taking pictures of tiny trinkets that I come across so that I could incorporate them into my paintings 💕✨

they're waiting for their conveyor

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