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Unmade Bed with Blue Throw - Marc Byron Whitney
American,b.1955-
24 x 30 in
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"you still haven't named her."
it's not a question, not really, but ilya feels compelled to answer nevertheless. "don't know how," he says, but means she deserves better.
the "she" in question is nipping at his hands playfully, cushioned ass-up in her own wings - every time he catches her snout gently between his fingers she kicks her feet wildly in mock frustration and chitters like a particularly incensed squirrel before starting the game all over again.
"don't see why i should, anyway. you've got as much right as me." more.
lyna laughs, the sound honest in the heavy air, if a little sad. "well, if you wait too long she's gonna name herself out of spite."
#'well vin have YOU named her yet?'#..... i don't want to talk about it.#neither of us want to talk about it!#i know they handwave mounts and things traveling with the wol to and from the first but that's not a Thing in my canon#he and lyna have joint baby custody lmao#xiv blogging#screenshots#an extremely short list of The Baby's names for herself: killer
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Do you have patterns when it comes to OCs? For example, always making them tall or dark eyed
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A handful of spreads (only 4 of 20+) for my rendition of H.P Lovecraft’s short story, The Shadow over Innsmouth.
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kitties in watercolours from January, which I wasn't able to properly scan until now :')
{art print}
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got brd to 100 🎻🏹 !
A bow isn't Avi'li's weapon of choice. Though he's mastered an extraordinary level of precision through other techniques, something about the bow feels too alien for him to comfortably rely on it during battle. Taking up archery and stray bardic traditions has been more meditative for him in practice. The maintenance, the steady thrump of arrows hitting wooden targets, an absent-minded hum as his mind drifts brings Avi'li closer to the ghost of a distant past. Through archery he feels closer to them and closer to recognizing a piece of himself.
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paying penance to fate (enriching mallow by swinging him around the apartment while singing at the top of my lungs) which i've tempted by potting the baby spider plants i've been recovering after he ATE all of their leaves.
#they did grow new leaves!!!#fingers crossed he doesn't. eat them again.#i would usually pot them while i had the porch open but it got warm so i closed it#and then decided it was time. because i'm dumb.#anyway hopefully he's forgotten now#that he's been SWINGED#he's eaten three of my other rooted babies for the record#this man is a bastard.#BUT he mostly leaves the plants alone if they stay in this one spot#so. all of my plants are there lmao#good luck lil guys
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my buddy brings her angel girlfriend to the function, I spend the whole time refusing to look at or even acknowledge her existence, because I am a staunch atheist and dont believe in that nonsense. she starts to throw things at my head to get my attention and between volleys of marbles and kitchen utensils I grunt "swamp gas. aurora borealis. probably a weather balloon.youre seeing things"
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not the disastrous four hour nap 😭
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Torsos made out of driftwood by Nagato Iwasaki. (2014)
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