Look at you……looking all mature and leader-like…..I’m biased as shit but Ephemera is gorgeous, he’s grown up so much and I’m proud of him. Thank you, Nomura. End of discussion.
Skuld is of course also gorgeous. When is she not?????? End of discussion.
Ven and Chirithy, looking adorable as always. Initially, I thought Ven was holding something, but I think that’s just his knee but hey you never know. Nonetheless, they look excellent.
Hi, Lauriam. You gonna sketch that dandelion or something? Have fun with that, man.
BLAINE WHAT THE FUCK I CALL YOU MY TRASH SON WHY DO YOU LOOK SO GOOD WHY DO YOU HAVE NICE GRAY EYES WHY DO YOU HAVE EAR PIERCINGS LIKE I HEADCANONED WHAT??????????
and you…….the enigma of this artwork. Strelitzia honey is that you? I want to believe it is. The black coat has me thinking that this mystery person is connected to the MoM or Luxu. The latter’s apprentice maybe? And the thing that they’re holding looks like a bleeding heart vine (in which case the name would suit Strelitzia’s situation well) but I can’t be too sure.
Overall rating of this artwork: 10/10 would use as a wallpaper again
The Odyssey is a strange, adventurous tale of a grown man trying to get home after fighting in a war. He’s on that long journey home, and it’s filled with traps and pitfalls. He’s cursed to wander. He’s always getting carried out to sea, always having close calls. Huge chunks of boulders rock his boat. He angers people he shouldn’t. There’s troublemakers in his crew. Treachery. His men are turned into pigs and then are turned back into younger, more handsome men. He’s always trying to rescue somebody. He’s a travelin’ man, but he’s making a lot of stops.
He’s stranded on a desert island. He finds deserted caves, and he hides in them. He meets giants that say, “I’ll eat you last.” And he escapes from giants. He’s trying to get back home, but he’s tossed and turned by the winds. Restless winds, chilly winds, unfriendly winds. He travels far, and then he gets blown back.
He’s always being warned of things to come. Touching things he’s told not to. There’s two roads to take, and they’re both bad. Both hazardous. On one you could drown and on the other you could starve. He goes into the narrow straits with foaming whirlpools that swallow him. Meets six-headed monsters with sharp fangs. Thunderbolts strike at him. Overhanging branches that he makes a leap to reach for to save himself from a raging river. Goddesses and gods protect him, but some others want to kill him. He changes identities. He’s exhausted. He falls asleep, and he’s woken up by the sound of laughter. He tells his story to strangers. He’s been gone twenty years. He was carried off somewhere and left there. Drugs have been dropped into his wine. It’s been a hard road to travel.
In a lot of ways, some of these same things have happened to you. You too have had drugs dropped into your wine. You too have shared a bed with the wrong woman. You too have been spellbound by magical voices, sweet voices with strange melodies. You too have come so far and have been so far blown back. And you’ve had close calls as well. You have angered people you should not have. And you too have rambled this country all around. And you’ve also felt that ill wind, the one that blows you no good. And that’s still not all of it.
Bob Dylan, excerpted from his Nobel Acceptance Lecture