I was looking at my past art recently, and for some reason it just really got me down. I feel like half of my art is really on the low-quality end, and it’s been making me really insecure about all of my art.
I sorta did a redraw of a cotton candy garnet piece I made a year ago… except more like, melancholy - to match my mood I guess. This is my way of showing myself that I’m not all bad, and I am improving. But idk, it’s still hard to be happy with any of my drawings anymore :/
all reblogs/likes/commentary is very much appreciated
“Anakin’s fear is a kind of dragon. A cold kind. A dead kind.
Not nearly dead enough. That is the kind of fear that lives inside Anakin Skywalker: the dragon of a dead star. It
is an ancient, cold dead voice within his heart that whispers all things die…” “The dragon reminds him, every night, that someday he will lose Obi-Wan. He will lose
Padmé. Or they will lose him.
All things die, Anakin Skywalker. Even stars burn out…”
Can you write an imagine where Gerard is like
punk and y/n ’s neighbor and he likes her and always makes comments towards her
and stuff and one time he finds her all sad and stuff and comforts her so
________________________________________________________________ So I know I’ve kept it kind of fluffy on
here, but I do have a few smut requests/ ideas so hold tight! (also, would it
be beneficial for me to make some kind of FAQ about what requests I accept/don’t
or should I just tackle them as they come in?) This one seems to have a lot more
backstory/ introspection and less dialogue, but I really like how this turned
out! (it might be a bit cheesy, but it is fluff) I kind of took a different
route with this one so I hope you like it! x
Side note to my side note. I just wanted to
thank you all for following and sending in these awesome requests! I hope you
enjoy reading these as much as I enjoy writing them ! xx
Warnings: Just a wee bit of angst is all. :)
y/c= Your city
Since you were 16, you
had lived alone in a rundown apartment in y/c. Not because you wanted to. Life
alone was hard, and you’d trade anything to have things back to the way they
were before. But because on one seemingly normal day, you lost both of your
parents in a car accident. With no close relatives you had been forced to
figure things out for yourself since then.