Like springtime
When the substance of the earth is regenerated;
when daffodils thrive and sections of the azure blue skies return - thats how I wish that the lifeblood of our love would be re created; new again, alive again.
Maybe just for one more time, maybe thats all we need
Just one last chance to make it all right again.
As they say that the darkness is a canvas that light rays shine through
So if the sun shoots its streaks into our night,
if we could erase all our complications those that were physically gripping our shoulders and pulling us into a black hole,
if we could both fix ourselves as easily as a childs jigsaw
then perhaps everything could be okay.
But the reality of the situation is
that I’m sitting here on cold stone concrete under these stars
each constellation a memory of us
when you’re out there and you’re happy
not even thinking about first meetings or kisses or i love yous
and the thought that you don’t care results in my airways feeling that they are being filled with quicksand
and I’m sinking within my self
How did you even have that effect on me, huh?
How did I let you make me feel like this?
—  “on our would-be two-year-aversary,” (Y.A)

Because I promised you guys an AU modern Throne of Glass fanfic, here’s a preview of the first (and somewhat long) chapter! x

She licked her lips, dragging her pink tongue across the contours of her tea stained teeth. Her long legs were crossed dangerously beneath the oaken table, revealing scuffed boots and scars that stitched north of her knees. Dorian swept his eyes upward. Such a fragile face to be hosting such stormy azure eyes; like that of a siren or perhaps a Norse goddess on the war path. He swallowed.

Mistward was aptly named after the previous owner built the coffee shop on the fringe of Wendlyn’s shoreline, a city notorious for its bad weather. Everything smelt of brine and mildew. Although, he supposed that was a slight repercussion from living so close to an ocean. A network of vessels sailed in everyday from different parts of Erilea, some docking at the coastal city of Doranelle, others departing to venture north towards Terrasen or west near Adarlan.

The Havilliard brothers had just recently arrived from Rifthold, looking to take a futile yet very much needed break from their home lives. Both brothers reasoned they’d be back in two days’ time, so there would be no need to bare their father’s wrath.

Rolland slumped back down into the seat adjacent to Dorian, curling his pale fingers around the cold-brew coffee as if the mug were steaming warmth instead of floating ice-cubes. “Well don’t you look positively bewildered.”

The younger Havilliard didn’t pay any mind to his brother, instead staring out the bay window which breached through the heavy afternoon downpour. “You know,” Rolland continued, “I didn’t risk my ass coming here just to sit in this shanty and watch you brood even more than you usually do while in Adarlan. Did you forget to put sugar in your drink?”

Dorian turned a glare towards him. Rolland blinked, “Did I say something wrong?”

“Yes. Now please cease badgering me and drink your shitty coffee.”

“Gods above,” Rolland bemoaned, eyes alight with mirth, “he’s finally starting to act like a normal adolescent.” Dorian made a hand gesture as if to justify how right that statement truly was. Someone behind them, a mother by the embarrassed look that suddenly crossed Rolland’s face, cleared their throat. Dorian immediately dropped his hand, cheeks warming sheepishly. Both of them muttered apologies.

Glancing sideways, Dorian looked to see if the girl was still there. She was. And this time, she had company. She must’ve been waiting for him this whole time. Trying to hide his shock, Dorian twisted himself subtly to gain a better view without being too obvious that he was observing the pair. At the sight of the other man, his eyes widen slightly.

By the Wyrd. He was huge, with muscles cording beneath his loose grey shirt and a towering frame that suggested he ranged near six feet in height. Like the girl, he too wore a patchwork of bruises and scars, all lacing beneath his clothes, although his wounds somehow looked marginally more harrowing. The man’s hair was a shade brighter than the girl’s, making it appear nearly white as it fell against his shoulders. A tattoo peeked out from the collar of his shirt and twinned up his next, behind his right ear. Upon further notice, Dorian saw the girl had a similar marking running against her shoulders. Matching marks.

Dorian would’ve thought the man to be terrifying, if it weren’t for the soft expression he wore while looking at the girl, who smiled back at him with those damning eyes.

Rolland, who’d been quiet up until five minutes ago, followed his brother’s gaze to the couple near the hearth, a knowing grin on his lips. “Oh, so that’s what this is about.”

Dorian felt mortified and angered all at once. “Stop trying to make things more than they are.” He thought his words over and then added dumbly, “I was just looking at their tattoos.”

The tea he’d bought a half hour ago was still untouched. Rolland was now on his second coffee.

It wasn’t until thunder whipped the ground once more, causing the lights to topple out, that Dorian realized how awful this small vacation was. What the hell were they even thinking? Once word got out that the brothers had ran from home, their father would send out every contact in search for his missing sons while plotting their murder on the side. Not to mention their youngest brother, Hollin, was probably a sweating wreck around their distressed mother. He saw them depart at an ungodly hour and they made him swear to not speak a word. Dorian wondered how long he’d hold out.

Lights kindled as Emrys and his son, Luca, went around brandishing candles. While Rolland mentioned something about his crazed girlfriend Kaltain and blackouts, Dorian peered out of the corner of his eye.

He wanted to growl in frustration.

Another male, this one appearing as though he could be the girl’s twin, had settled himself between the two. Honey blonde hair curled into his cerulean eyes as he snagged a half-empty drink off the table and took a swig. Someone snarled. His feline lips curled upward. Then he sprawled into his seat and the trio bent forward to enclose their conversation.

Suddenly, there was a clang. Emrys cleared his throat as the remaining patrons twisted to face him. Luca stood off to the side, grimacing out the window. “Bad news, I’m afraid,” the old man called out. “Rain won’t stop ‘till midnight. The roads are flooded and an advisory has been posted.” Groans and cries of protest rebounded, but Rolland’s shoulders shook as he tried poorly to conceal his laughter.

Dorian raised a brow, “How is this funny, pray tell?”

Rolland said, “Because now you might get the chance to talk to that girl.”

Despite plenty, Dorian knew that Rolland wasn’t an idiot. His brother was bound to notice at some point the excessive amount of attention he’d been disturbing. However, watching as the two men pressed even closer to the girl, he knew his chances were slim to none.

At least, they were…until she stood up and began walking towards him. Staring right at him.

Gamasutra: Spotlight on Inti Creates, the studio behind Mighty No. 9 and Bloodstained

Gamasutra was able to have a quick interview with Inti Creates’ CEO, Takuya AIZU and talk with him about what it’s like being and indie studio in Japan, their work on Mighty No 9 and Bloodstained, their breakthrough as a publisher, Kickstarter and other things. Article by Christan Nutt Source : Gamasutra


Roger Broders (French; 1883–1953)
La Plage de Calvi. Corse. = The Beach at Calvi. Corsica. (1928)
Le soleil toute l’année / Sur la Cote d’Azur = The Sun All Year / On the Côte d’Azur (1931)
Color lithographs


bunch of bright babies for sale! i feel like shit so i guess i dont even care if they sell i’ll exalt most of them anyways lmfao. all of them except the first one are adult previews. i’ll do haggles, holds, item deals, and gems. i’ll even write a basic bio for you if you want (u can message me for that). i mostly just need the lair space.

leaf/gold/gold boy, in the AH for 36,000kT. already grown, will exalt tonight, probably. 

shadow/silver/white girl, in the AH for 25,000kT.

royal/red/maize boy, in the AH for 25,000kT. 

violet/carmine/pink girl, in the AH for 19,000kT.

purple/silver/rose boy, in the AH for 21,000kT.

royal/steel/pink girl, in the AH for 16,000kT. 

goldenrod/goldenrod/teal boy, in the AH for 17,000kT.

azure/magenta/banana boy, in the AH for 18,000kT.


Moar old miiverse stuff. This was my most popular stuff i posted back then. Felt bad cuz a lot of people said they were looking forward to more. I honestly just took wayyyyyyy too long with these simply because i wanted the text to be perfect. Like seriously itd be like 5 or 6 hours on some of these just trying to get things symmetrical. Drawings were done in like an hour or less, but that fuckin text dood. I love how they turned out at the time but holy shit man. I already draw slow enough as it is.

Also the color drawings that are lazily thrown in there were me trying to redo or add to the miiverse stuff i did. but then i stopped lol. might do moar? 

TBH I like the miiverse ones a hell of a lot more lol. I love working with pixels. May have to start drawing on miiverse again or something..