How does the great Sandpiper successfully smuggle 130 children out of the Nilfgaard-occupied territory of Hamm? With the power of a forgotten story, a traditional song, and a masterful lie.
A piece for my upcoming fic, The Piper of Hamm, based on The Pied Piper of Hamelin, next in my fairy tale series.
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Ivan: He didn’t come home again last night.
Oscar: Well.. he ain’t gonna be cheating on you, is he?
Ivan: I dunno…
Oscar: C’mon, he can barely strike up a conversation with a tree. Who’s he gonna be cheating on you with?
Ivan: A lumberjack?
Oscar: Pfha-.. right.
Byrd: Daddy look! I’m a dancerina!
Oscar: An amazing one at that! He wants a tutu...
Ivan: Wren too?
Oscar: [cackles] God, no.. she’d probably clog the shitter with it.
Ivan: He can have one of Pixie’s-.. I’ll bring it next time.
Oscar: Alright.
Ivan: I gotta drop Jude off, anyway…
Oscar: Try not to stress about it, eh?
Ivan: Jude, Jessie, or Bruno?
Oscar: All of it, man.. I dunno.
[Ivan snorted, rolling his eyes at Oscar and ruffling Byrd’s hair as he headed outside to fetch Jude]
...
[Robin idly twirled a daisy between his fingertips, his and Jude’s legs sprawled beside each other as they lay in the long grass]
Robin: It might not be so bad; you’ll probably make loads of new friends n’ stuff.
Jude: Maybe, but I wanted us to go to big school together.
Robin: Why, so I could sit around not talking to you?
[Jude scoffed a half-hearted laugh]
Jude: I’d still prefer-…
Ivan: Jude!
Jude: Gotta go! See you next week.
Robin: You’re not sticking around for the weekend?
Jude: Mom n’ Gavin are having some sorta party they want me there for on Saturday.
Robin: Sucks to be you.
Ivan: How y’doin’, bud.. enjoyin’ the treehouse?
Robin: Uh-huh.
Jude: No grown-ups allowed though!
Ivan: Rude.
[Ivan chuckled as he threw his arms around Robin and squeezed him farewell; he gave the best bear hugs]
Ivan: I’m gonna bring y’brother a tutu next time, fancy one?
Robin: I’m good, thanks.
Ivan: How ‘bout you?
Jude: Only if it’s blue.
Ivan: I’ll see what I can do.
Robin: You’re both poets-…
Jude: And we didn’t know it!
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me, in winter: I am a hermit. I am an exhausted creature, hibernating until the springtime. leave me to my dark cave, my hidden nest of blankets, where I will sit in darkness until the birds awaken the forest with their sweet song
me, after experiencing exactly one (1) ray of sunshine: oh! is this an awakening? a new day? I am going to tear apart my entire living space! I need fresh air! clear out the cobwebs! I feel like I could do anything, like laundry, or building my own furniture! yes. that's it. I will build my own furniture!
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found some old sketches from earlier this year :D old 4halo happy pills art i never finished, and some early qbbh designs (which i still really love- i was just having trouble rendering it out into anything. i ended up simplifying him a lot when i figured out i was going to be drawing him a lot, but tbh i should give this design another shot i love the veil a lot)
also bonus dapper <3
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