my shadow's the only one

  • Me: I don't mean to brag, but I'm a pretty hardcore gamer
  • Me: *pulls out 18 Nancy Drew game disks*

a quick sketch of celica!! if anyone knew anything about her can u tell me about it.. asking for a friend

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The Last Shadow Puppets
Webster Hall, NYC
4.11.16

Kierark shippers: Kierark is the best ship they’re perfect together I love them!!!!

Mark Blackthorn: “The problem was fights with Kieran usually led to kissing, and that, Mark felt, was not helpful. It probably wasn’t all that healthy either.

Kierark shippers:

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||March BPC: Just One Word|| 4. Yourself. So … guess who got to go to a book signing on March 4? That’s right, I did!! It was awesome and she was super great and I loved it and I only had to say one sad word to hear her thoughts about one of my favorites and it was hella good for closure purposes.

MY FIRST EVER FINISHED DRAWING IN YEARS! I did it for Echoes so give me a 3DS and a copy of the game please.

I’m not really satisfied with her face, but no matter how much I readjust it, it just won’t work. Maybe the expression just doesn’t fit her… I wanted to draw Lukas or Mae instead, really, but Celica (in her nightgown) is as absolutely lovely as them.

Shadows and Monsters - flashbacks // Tessa Dunbar - Teen Wolf [5/??]

Having to get up at what felt like the crack of dawn when she hadn’t gone to sleep until close to 3am had made Tessa grumpy, and she completely blamed Lydia Martin for it.

Tessa had made the mistake of mentioning Theo to her, casually dropping in how cute he was, and of course Lydia had wanted to know everything – it didn’t matter that Tessa didn’t even know anything about the new arrival. No, it had just spurred Lydia on even further and soon she had commandeered Tessa’s laptop and was Facebook stalking the poor boy and Tessa had let her, desperate for an ounce of normalcy in their lives.

But they hadn’t found anything, much to Lydia’s annoyance, and Tessa couldn’t decide whether she was disappointed that they hadn’t managed to find out anything about him, or intrigued at the mystery surrounding him because no matter what anyone said, there was most definitely something mysterious about the new boy.

But, her lack of sleep and subsequent grumpiness was making her irritable, and the way Stiles was yammering on like he was in an episode of Criminal Minds was started to grate on her. She was seriously regretting agreeing to this whole car sharing thing.

“So… You ran a background check, and all you found was a speeding ticket?”

“Yeah, a speeding ticket signed by Theo’s dad eight years ago!” Stiles gestured wildly, desperately trying to make Malia understand his point, but she just stared at him blankly. “Who speeds?” he asked, and Malia shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “People trying to get away from something.”

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Shadow and Bone Labyrinth AU

After a serious fight with her best friend Mal, Alina accidentally wishes for The Darkling, also known as  the Goblin King, to take him away and he, who had fallen in love with her, grants the wish.

Once she realizes her mistake she tries to get the Darkling to free her friend, but he is relentless and tells her that the only way to free the boy is to solve his labyrinth in less than 13 hours or stay in the boy’s place. Alina, thinking it’ll be an easy task, chooses to solve the labyrinth, surely she can save them both.

What follows next is an adventure full of magic, unexpected friends and allies, dream ballroom sequences with dresses as black as the King’s magic and offers of eternity of servitude and love. Will Alina solve the labyrinth and save both her and Mal? Or will the Darkling win the deal? 

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Well, this is my first digital draw with actually shadow and light, my previous ones were only basic color….

I’m really proud of the final result and I’ll try to do more of this stuff (and more jojotrash and some voltron)

I hope u enjoy it

Shadows and Roses

Prompt: “Snowbaz Greek God AU with Simon as Persephone and Baz as Hades”

(In case people are confused, I didn’t actually call them Hades and Persephone, but that’s who they are. Pitch is Baz and Snow is obviously Simon. Also, I followed the original storyline of Persephone finding the underworld and not getting kidnapped.)

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PITCH

The smell of roses invaded my senses, in this shadowy place without flowers.

I turned my head, expecting to find the soul of a little flower girl, clinging to her last grip on the living world.

Instead, I spotted a beautiful boy with hair like sun and eyes like the sky, standing here in this place he did not belong. Dressed in red and pink, he was a god with skin kissed by Midas and freckles falling on his face like dots of night.

He was beautiful.

I wanted to ask him what he was doing here, alive where he was supposed to be dead. For this was not a wraith, this boy was alive.

And I hated it.

“Why are you here?” I asked. My voice was rough. I pulled the shadows tighter around myself until there was no way he could tell where they ended and I began.

My voice slid through the inky darkness of the underworld, one with this place of constant gloaming, but his voice. His voice rang out in the never-ending cavern, startling the souls and making me jump.

He demanded, “Where am I?”

I didn’t answer him. I just gestured around me, to the floating wraiths and the black, jagged walls. To the inky black river that lead souls from his world to mine.

I sneered. “Where do you think you are?”

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There is a room in which I am always small. My hands little
and pointed knees and pockets too shallow
to hold more than a nickel or a few clods of dirt.

The world outside smells sharp as summer
barbecue, raw and sweet and warm
and far away. Some things are only for the movies.
I am soft and immovable. Stars glow

green against the ceiling like a terrible smoke.
We all knew how to prevent
the fires, which was enough until it wasn’t.
God help me I wanted to start them.

These are things you only learn out of necessity
or desperation. An enormous hole
in the wall, coated in glass.

We peel off the screen and take turns
holding our faces out to the air.
Then my shoulders. My chest. There is nothing
out there worth sticking around for.

In the room, I play soldier.
Stand tall. Quiet. Take orders and
give them. And Anger comes to me

in my sleep when I can hold
it licks my hands and my hair and curls it’s warm
breath against my face.

In the room there are only shadows.
I am one of them. I think maybe I am already dead.
But I am not supposed to say it like that. Like it happened.
I am cheap as the green around
my finger. I love

and forget. There is a lock and then
there is a key and no one uses either.

Tell me how to do it. Please. Tell me how we
keep from loving what holds us
captivated. How we escape the light

when it comes and sends
the shadows home for a few moments
at a time.