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“Ethereal and pale, Laurent DeVere was laid on the hospital bed, propped up by several pillows and if it weren’t for the numerous tubes and lines running in and out of his body, he could be a prince awaiting a kiss to rouse him from eternal sleep.“ 

Scene from  Sleeping Beauty, a great  coma au fanfiction I’m in love with.

anonymous asked:

for some reason i have never watched you do a speedpaint until today and dude?????? i was missing out on so much watching the speedpaint made me feel like i was on a whole other level of reality because it was just so good??? seeing how you make your art is an out of body experience honestly.

gsgsshsjsjjs all the hours of editing and stressing over which soundtracks to use was worth it for messages like these thankyou ily


SchwabWeek, August 18 | favorite setting: The Archive

It is beautiful.
So beautiful that, for a moment, I forget the walls are filled with bodies. That the stacks and the cabinets that compose the walls, while lovely, hold Histories. On each drawer an ornate brass cardholder displays a placard with a neatly printed name, a set of dates. It’s so easy to forget this.


20082017 • 3rd week of Aug • 🎧 : Walk You Home - NCT Dream》
This week hasn’t 🐝n the best but I’m determined to make next week better! This week’s spread ft. some Polaroids and my mini package for bonie 🙈 (open for better quality xx)

Inspo: @mochi-studies x // image of josh: x
studygram: ttstudys

You guys want some quick, dark, kinda magical/FAHC-ish Freewood?  No?  Too Bad.

Inspired by: [X]


Gavin knows, deep in his bones, that this is not Ryan.  He knows this in the same way he knows the sun rises in the East even behind the rain.  In the same way he knows that storms eventually end, and that life always finds a way even through the ashes of total destruction.

He knows this at the same depth he knows the way Ryan’s smile looks in the early morning rays of light, how his blue eyes shine when he’s first waking up with Gavin in his arms and doesn’t want to face the world… just yet.

Behind Ryan - No.  Behind the man who insists they all call him The Vagabond, the city burns.  Flames lick the sky, ever higher with every passing minute.  Blue has turned to a deadly mix of red and orange and shadows flicker across the strangers face.  Despite this all, the man smiles.

In his smile Gavin can almost see the man who loves him.  The man he’s loved for years.  

“What happened? Did Ryan really let you… let you in like this?  He couldn’t do that!”

The Vagabond steps in closer, closing the distance between them while Gavin looks on, his already cracked heart slowly loosing any strength it had left.  “He didn’t really know, of course.”  The Vagabond’s voice is just a touch darker than Ryan’s, with a little more gravel and much more ominous.  “Every time you and your crew went out causing mayhem, blowing shit up, putting yourselves in danger, I was laying the seeds.  Eventually I was able to slip in, piece by piece over the years.  But it was never really full control.  At his heart, he was far too good for that.  Not until.. well..”  He shrugs, giving Gavin the most nonchalant look. 

It makes him cringe.

“Until I was in danger.”  Gavin almost whispers.  Because he remembers that night.  The night Ryan had come in where Gavin had lain near death, barely conscious.  The look of rage and pure hatred in his eyes as he, single-handed, took on two dozen fully armed and armored men.

And lived.

Gavin’s nightmares had never really ended.

“Indeed.  That night, he was willing to take on any help just to save his poor little Gavin.  I think you know the rest of that story.”

The chaos behind him is more than enough of a reminder.  He doesn’t need to be told.  Doesn’t want to think about it.

There isn’t much hope left, at this point.  All he has is the small, sliver of desperation that somewhere, somehow, Ryan is still in there.  Gavin takes a step forward, reaching out for Ryan.  He slides his hands around and behind a stranger’s neck, the stranger with an achingly familiar face, and brings their lips together.

The kiss is warm and familiar, a slide of lips that Gavin has taken comfort in for years.  There’s a gentle scrape against his skin of the other man’s stubble sending quick shocks of shivers through his spine.  His body reacts on instinct, holding him closer and warming at the attention, at his taste, at the way Ryan reacts to him.

When he stops, they don’t move apart, breathing in each other’s space.  There’s a light in the deep blue of Ryan’s eyes, a flash of something familiar.  Gavin feels the sweet taste and heavy heat of Ryan’s breath against his kiss swollen lips and for a brief, heart stopping moment he thinks he’s made it through.  

But then, he laughs.  Its his laugh.  The bright and amused sound that first made Gavin start falling in love with him.  

And it’s so, so terribly wrong.

The cold feel of sharp steel presses against the underside of Gavin’s chin and what is left of his heart is doused in ice, shattering into a million jagged pieces.  

In his ears, laced with nothing but venom, The Vagabond reminds him of his failures. 

“You should have joined me when you had the chance.”

Question! (again)

But this time a bit different because I’m just curious:

What would you like to see me draw (in the near future)? Any special ideas or wishes?


Capes part two. Featuring the torn borderline cloak.

With context [here] (thanks @ionian-storm-chaser ! )

When she suggested greens and a gold trim, I somehow imagine this isn’t what she had in mind…”

Ori sass incoming.

This is something I wrote while I was watching Beauty and the Beast last night. It’s not an imagine and I don’t know where the inspiration for it came from but I felt like sharing this snippet of original work with you all.

He came to you in the dead of night, the rain lashing against the windows, the wind howling in the trees. Lightning struck and thunder rumbled but still you waited. With baited breath, you heard the door creak open, bare feet padding across the room. The bed dipped as he laid down beside you and his arm wrapped easily around your waist, pulling you into his body, one of his legs sliding smoothly between yours. He used the weight of this to pull himself closer to you, until you were so closely cuddled together that not even a sheet of paper could pass between your bodies, and nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck. You felt black feathers fall perfectly into place on and around you, tickling your skin, and as you smiled sleepily, his rich baritone reached your ears and sent you into a dreamless sleep.

“Rest now, sweet one, for I have won.”

I had nothing in mind when I felt the tug to write, though it does give off Kalona or Sebastian feels. But anyway… I seem to have an affinity for supernatural writings.

“When I say I love you more, I don’t mean I love you more than you love me. I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us, I love you more than any fight we will ever have. I love you more than the distance between us, I love you more than any obstacle that could try and come between us. I love you the most.”


“He felt a strange twinge of annoyance as she walked away, her long red hair dancing behind her. He had become so used to her presence over the summer that he had almost forgotten that Ginny did not hang around with him, Ron and Hermione while at school.”
Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince, Chapter: The Slug Club

I’ve always wanted to illustrate what Ginny told Harry when they were breaking up in the end of the 6th book (chapter: The White Tomb). And I think that moment when he looked at her as she walked away to meet her boyfriend shows all of that.

(Ginny was singing The Weird Sisters)

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