#fallen
how people be looking at me after i say i love four raptors and their trainer
Happy Holidays to you all!
Photo taken by me in Visegrád, Hungary.
(One of the many forests I’ve visited this year.)
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Trying not to grieve too hard for the month that was lost to the hospital stay. At least I get to enjoy the world a little more now that I can get adequate nutrition.
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Slowly adding this little dark angel of death her colors.
“An angel, messenger of superior states, announces a new life for all the creatures of the Earth”
Title: The Judgement Card
Materials: Winsor & Newton watercolors, color pencils, copic markers, acrylics and pastel on Arches Paper.
My piece for the next @78tarot deck. You can see more of this piece on process, the scaned versión an it’s coloring page version at my Patreon!
“She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings.” - @atticuspoetry
Lineart ready to be colored, see the entire lineart and more of it’s process at my Patreon.
“With your feet in the air and your head on the ground. Try this trick and spin it ”
Pixies – Where Is My Mind?
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fallen | waterfall | trap door
26th entry for @whumptober2021
Read it on ao3
Title: My love’s an iron ball wrapped around your ankles
Pairing: Lan Wangji/Jiang Cheng/Wei Wuxian
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Excerpt:
Lán Zhàn searches for Wèi Yīng and Jiāng Chéng, a slight worry rising within him. But he sees the two of them, Wèi Yīng having one arm slung over Jiāng Chéng’s shoulders, who is rolling his eyes but grinning at the same time.
Something inside of Lán Zhàn relaxes and he smiles at them softly. Wèi Yīng gives him a wave but suddenly he freezes and Jiāng Chéng straightens up, moving his mouth to call out.
It’s too late.
A tentacle wraps around his ankle, pulls it out from under him and Lán Zhàn slams into the ground.
Words: 2.367
Flat color commission of @necrosis103 ‘s Fallen character Keros! Thank you for commissioning me!
Commission info here!
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Ich brauche gerade jemanden, der mich auffängt und nicht zulässt, dass ich wieder auf dem kalten harten Boden aufschlage und in unendlich viele Teile zerbreche. Jemanden, der weiß, wie man den Sturm in mir bändigt. Jemanden, der mich nicht ertrinken lässt, denn ich verliere den Halt, ich sehe die Sonne nicht mehr und ich bin verloren in diesem eiskalten Ozean, dessen Wellen mich langsam unter Wasser ziehen. Und ich weiß, wenn ich falle, dann steh ich nicht mehr auf. Dann gebe ich endgültig auf.
waldstille
