“Looks like your knight in shining armor has come to rescue my little frost spirit, shall we give him a show?”
Just a little sketch of a ‘what if’ scenario that’s been in my head for a while. This is my idea of what would have happened if Augus had delivered Jack to the Nightmare king after he had his fun with him…….I’m sure this is right before Gwyn rescues him and everything is happier…yes….everything will be fine.
I might clean this up and do something real with it later, but I’m sort of late for work right now. oops :D
Quick morning drawing of Augus. Really, I love him.. But.. I’m scared shitless of him god. He’s cute but aahh.. I’ve wanted to draw some shadow and light fanart and now I actually did! I’m in love with it and I just can’t wait for more. Maybe..Maybe I’ll do Gwynn too… Because he’s adorable. #* u *#
I drew art for Into the Shadows We Fall…I am drawing too much Jack Frost, I am afraid I might have a problem. I literally did nothing today except eat, pee, and draw this. I promise I’ll stop drawing Jack Frost when people stop writing AWESOME FANFICTION ABOUT HIM HNNNRG.
I really like drawing wounds and blood and chapter 6 had plenty of that so I decided to just. Draw as much as I could. Hah. Not sure how much I like that depiction of the Nain Rouge. o 3o Or Makara for that matter. But damn I like that peacock train and crown.
(hint: if you look at this on my blog and click it you can fullview it)
((also go read not-poignant’s fics do it do it, you might be hurt and broken but you won’t be sorry!!))
You come and go. The doors swing closed ever more gently, almost without a shudder. Of all who move through the quiet houses, You are the quietest. We become so accustomed to you, we no longer look up when your shadow falls over the book we are reading and makes it glow. Rilke, from The Book of Hours
Distraction is the mistaken impression that everything you are drawn to has something to offer. It confuses mindless engagement with real satisfaction. The things that draw us away from ourselves, from the present moment, from the quiet presence, beckon with a promise of something greater “out there.” But when we lose the thread and wander away from the present moment, instead of feeling more full and connected, we more often find ourselves feeling lonely and still hungry. It is a world of distraction,but it is also a world of quiet presence, permeated with a deeper silence. The quiet presence is always here, faithfully and quietly calling us to attention and into relationship with itself. It is the light on the book that makes it glow. It is the woman who smiled back, it is the sun coming up like a hymn after it set like a fist. Wendell Berry described the quiet presence as a hidden singer, “a small bird that calls and waits and calls again.” It calls quietly, you have to pay attention. You have to leave your smart phone in your pocket, resist checking it on the sly for email or texts. It calls you back even when you find you have lost the thread. It is patient and calls, and waits, and calls again. It does not matter if you lose the thread a thousand times. The quiet presence didn’t go anywhere, you did. And so it calls, and waits for you to notice the way the light is coming in from the window, how it is illuminating the book as it sits in your lap.
We live in the shadow of the Fall
But the Cross says these are all
Places where grace is soon to be so amazing
They may be unfulfilled
They may be unrestored
But when anything that’s
Shattered is laid before the Lord
Just watch and see
It will not be unredeemed
Director - Malorie Folino Cinematographer - Alex Lake
Lyrics: Hold on to the light, shadows on the wall. Dancing in the night, spinning till we fall. Lost inside a dream, can you hear my call? Silently we scream “I want to lose, I want to lose control” Close my eyes and I’ll drift away, beyond the horizon is where we’ll stay. Your love is like ecstasy, ecstasy Your love is like ecstasy, ecstasy Your love is like ecstasy, ecstasy Your love is like ecstasy, ecstasy
This life without you, colored black and white. Every thing was dull but now I’m not afraid of light. Close my eyes and I’ll drift away, beyond the horizon is where will stay. Your love is like ecstasy, ecstasy Your love is like ecstasy, ecstasy Your love is like ecstasy, ecstasy Your love is like ecstasy, ecstasy
Your love is like ecstasy, ecstasy Your love is like ecstasy, ecstasy Your love is like ecstasy, ecstasy Your love is like ecstasy, ecstasy Your love is like ecstasy, ecstasy
We are a brand new roleplaying group looking for at least two co-owners to help out! If you love the series Shadow Falls by C.C. Hunter, or The Darkest Powers series by Kelley Armstrong and you are interested in helping out?
As darkness falls upon us, sorrow pulls at our hearts.
We are cast into the shadows by loneliness and regret.
Our only hope is that the sun will rise for the morning but until then there is only darkness.
With heavy hearts and aching bodies, we dance.
We dance for the fear of no tomorrow.
We dance to feel better.
We dance to forget the pains of the past.
We dance in the shadows of what we believe creates our happiness and sense of belonging.
But what we can’t see is that
We dance to make our own light.
The light comes from with in and radiates out
Creating illusions of sorrow, shadows.
But when we move gracefully across the floor in seamless actions it’s as if the light had been there all along.
When all hope is lost and darkness falls upon you, don’t forget only you can on the light.