sord:

nitroethane:

“Don’t you disappear again, dumbass.” 

Still doodling stuff related to Bottom of the Glass. I have to get up in four hours, whoops. I definitely need a new sketch book; I think it’ll help with that suffocated feeling I have thanks to my old one. My art hasn’t looked as good as it used to.

EDIT: if anyone knows how to post multiple pictures

Never mind, I’m an idiot.

i fucking hate alcoholic dave fics they always try SO HARD to be touching and grimdark and shit but

this is really really cute and oh god EMOTIONS…………………

forlornest:

it’s that time again, folks! davesprite crying, cussing, speaking in a southern accent, and rose doing what she does best (hint: it’s being rose lalonde)

And he sits there, hanging in the air like a ghost, his chest feeling like it’s about to crack under the weight of an ocean because he wants, so bad, to curl up around her, and brush her hair from her face, and smooth the stressful lines from her expression. Leaving her will be impossible if he doesn’t go soon. She is much too magnetic. She is the sun. Moon. Cosmos. She’s just Rose, which is just synonymous with those things.

chapter vii @ AO3