Every now and then I have to sit down and paint a somewhat creepy and ethereal elemental spirit lady ~ I have no choice. It's just something I must do.
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Ship Painting I, 51" X 43", 2017
Expensive Painting (Ship), 64" X 64", 2016
Ship Painting II, 41" X 49", 2017
Andy Dixon
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I am loving FHJY :)
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"I'm gonna need everyone to just perform a fucking psychic lobotomy on yourself" - Brennan Lee Mulligan, 2024
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personal headcanon that aelwyn was the one who taught adaine the simulacrum spell and that’s why kristen 2 came out as a messy british hetero
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Percival Hair
Info:
Base Game Compatible
3 versions
Masculine - Feminine
24 swatches
Hat Compatible, All LODs, All Maps
Teen-Elder
9.3k polys | 8.1k polys | 3.7k polys
DOWNLOAD (public release on 05/20)
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Reblog if you are
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I think part of what made Fantasy High so beautiful is that Brennan was acutely aware that DnD was new not only to (a part of) his players, but also the audience. So he looked them in the eyes and said take my hand. This is how magic works. Also. An important thing. In here. We go batshit. There's an entire dimension in your jacket and they do not want you to ask follow-up questions. Your principal just shot someone in the head. Your god is real and he loves you but also he's kind of a loser frat boy. This man is getting his magical powers through the power of No Fap. Rock music is the source of immaculate conception. Don't be scared to create literally anything with me, you are safe here. Not from the rōmænce partner you lied about having but. From the judgement of the cruel mistress we call reality. Look at me. Laws are threats and the police is an occupying army and we will get ice cream.
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I'm sick so I started watching Fantasy High and I am obsessed
I have to stop myself from reading the wiki and looking at fanart because I know I will spoil the whole story for myself but oh god I love them so much
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ATTENTION
If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)
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God I miss the days when you could show up to a stranger’s farm and he’d say “What’s your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I ain’t got none, sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do you for and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who ain’t got married yet even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talkin and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinkin from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour
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