i tried idk i quit

“I hope you’re always smiling”

Happy Birthday Kanan!! <33 02/10

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I know i am so late with this , i mean, when i saw the ,,meet the artist ,, on my dash i wasnt really interested in doing it, but some days ago i kinda regreted not doing it so i did it now, rip(better late than never :^). Well, i suppose it isnt a mistake since i did change a lot these past few weeks. Anyway, i hope this helps everyone get an idea of what kind of person or you know, just how i am in general. Love to all of you ^^ <3

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Yata Misaki & Fushimi Saruhiko
Lost Small World Stage Play

The Bretons

Bretons have a natural affinity for magic, and the political division of their homeland, High Rock, makes them natural spies or assassins.

New race card! Something weirds happened to my colours in photoshop, Managed to get them close to what I wanted, but idk.

[The Redguard] [The Altmer] [The Imperials] [The Dunmer] [The Falmer] [The Bosmer]

im trying to learn colouring sO pointless portraits it is while im at it

Ray Bradbury, “There Will Come Soft Rains”

Bold the ones that apply to your muse.
REPOST, don’t reblog.

tagged by: @coalessscence (THESE ARE SO HARD, I CAN’T DESCRIBE HER AESTHETIC I CAN JUST IDENTIFY IT)
tagging: @dimenovelhero @miles-tuck @delanceyxbrothers @frxncaise @luxche @innorninepatris @innocentmanwithabounty

Tick-tock, seven o'clock, time to get up, time to get up, seven o'clock!   //     The morning house lay empty.  //     It repeated the date three times for memory’s sake.   //    It was raining outside.  //     “Rain, rain, go away; rubbers, raincoats for today…”     //     At eight-thirty the eggs were shriveled and the toast was like stone.    //   The house was clean.   //    The sun came out from behind the rain.  //     This was the one house left standing.  //    The gentle sprinkler rain filled the garden with falling light.     //     “Who goes there? What’s the password?”   //     drawn shades in an old maidenly preoccupation     //     self-protection which bordered on a mechanical paranoia.   //     an altar with ten thousand attendants,   //   the gods had gone away.    //     the ritual of the religion continued senselessly, uselessly.     //     angry at inconvenience.   //     only silence was here.    //     its eyes turned to fire.     //    Delicately sensing decay  //     like great butterflies     //     yellow giraffes, blue lions, pink antelopes, lilac panthers      //     The walls were glass.     //    the walls lived.  //     the lazy bumble of a purring lion.   //     the murmur of a fresh jungle rain.     //   smoking, waiting.     //     The house was silent.    //     There will come soft rains     //     swallows circling with their shimmering sound;     //     frogs in the pools singing at night,     //     wild plum trees in tremulous white;    //     not one will know of the war.    //    if mankind perished utterly;     //     Would scarcely know that we were gone. //     the house began to die (this one actually hurts me).   //     The wind blew.  //   licking, eating,   //     “Fire, fire, fire!”     //  tried to save itself.   //   the windows were broken   //   in ten billion angry sparks     //   too late.    //     as even an elephant must at the sight of a dead snake.    //     clear cold venom   //     An explosion!   //     bone on bone,    //    torn the skin off  //     Run, run!   //     Help, help!  //     a tragic nursery rhyme,  //     like children dying in a forest,   //    alone, alone.   //    One, two, three, four, five voices died (there are so many that make me think of Angel??).   //     Blue lions roared, purple giraffes bounded off.     //     maniac confusion, yet unity;    //     singing, screaming,    //    with sublime disregard   //     Smoke and silence.   //    Among the ruins,

Jantom Week: Day 3. First kiss

I didn’t manage to draw anything on digital today, both cause I have math test tomorrow and the worst headache ever. Then I remembered this thing here that, actually, I don’t really like since it was just for practice. (You can see that, I’m sure) But, meh, I can always delete it later.

Stay here, don’t make a sound and don’t blink come out until it’s safe. I’ll be back as soon as I can.

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While I am fighting myself alone in my time, I find myself little by little, I erase you day by day.

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“…Still hoping I wasn’t wrong loving you first.” - verisimilitvde

Some Twitter findings I find particularly interesting.

What is going on with Ichi, right here? No, seriously.
You know what this looks like? Ichi is getting clingy and even Kara has had enough xD Gg Ichi, you broke him. I know the art staff like to tease and bait and they’ve been making us suffer under Kara and Ichi for a long time. But this is really weird. REALLY weird.

On another note, someone get some buckets at the ready for Oso and Choro, they’re gonna need it lol