And we’ll all float on ok
And we’ll all float on any way well
Rose Lalonde isn’t a pillar of ice. She’s a glacier.
When Rose is upset, you don’t see it. She doesn’t show it to anyone, you see. Anger or mild irritation? Yes, certainly. But sadness? Unhappiness, despair? No, those are hers, sealed beneath a wall of stiff upper lip and practicality. So when cracks appear in the glacier you don’t see them because they don’t happen on the surface first, they begin buried deep within the remnants of a frozen ocean chilled over by logic and an eternity of cocooning herself in a passive-aggressive attitude.
When you finally see the effects of despair or depression on the face of Rose Lalonde you do not see elegant tears, you see the entire wall of ice as it slips into the goddamn ocean and you get frighteningly catastrophic results.
movies featuring human trolls and coming to cinemas never.
I’ll be the first in line for Strider and Pyrope.
after spending way too much time drawing piles of money, i felt the need to draw a bunch of femdaves. that girl can just make any headcanon work
you can add your own headcanon if you feel the need to present it to the world and add it to this bunch
genderbent rose or rose in desperate need for a hairbrush its a mystery for the ages
laughs i have nothing clever 2 say but heres a katana weilding hipster kid
but, i admit, my lover was already gone.
i just warmed up the seat
for somebody new
quick speedpaint to celebrate the new studio killers album and to indulge in the fact that their song,when we were lovers, totally reminds me of damara