One Random Evening You Give Listening To Sleep Token Another Chance And Two Days Later Your Mind Is Playing

One random evening you give listening to sleep token another chance and two days later your mind is playing "the night comes down like heaven" on loop so much that the line follows you in your dreams and is STILL IN YOUR BRAIN THE NEXT MORNING.

this is nothing but aggressive appreciation lol.

And one day Caleb would be old and Essek would be... Essek.

Redraw in honour of Shadowgast!Home in the latest episode. Original here🌻 Caleb and Essek the love that you have😭

I can understand how "modern person thrown into the past gets by pretending to be a healer/doctor" is as surprisingly common of a trope as it is. I mean I'm fluent enough at bullshitting to be pretty sure I could pull it off to impersonate a doctor in any time pre-1800s. If I have no idea what something is or how to treat it, I could just get the opinion of the other whatever-passes-as-medical-professionals around, but if their suggestions sound like bullshit I'm not doing it. And I'll beat the shit out of anyone suggesting bloodletting or mercury. With my healing stick. I've tied little bells on it, that jingle comically with every smack.

The awesome curative powers of my healing stick come from two separate sources: Placebo, and me using it to beat anyone trying to give my patients mercury.

a simple little Essek portrait, was playing around with going greyscale > colors again :)

First time posting my knitting to tumblr. Look at my Bug Son

A moment between Nameless Ghouls