#*BOG

[charbroiledchicken]

if it's good enough for you, then it deserves to be made. don't let anyone else decide if your story is worth it or not.

[victusinveritas]

[typhlonectes]

[beidak-art]

Ingrained

This was done in collaboration with @grozat. It's the first time we're actually posting something like that, but definitely not the least 💚 Nothing compares to the experience of creating a single piece together with your beloved person.

[veilwaltz]

[leech-mother]

𝙳𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 @deliverusfromshmeagol

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

Trying a different kind of painting/art style

It's a bog girl!

[charmac]

[containment-zone-art]

[ID: Digital colors on white background, Emmrich smiles and waves while riding the bog unicorn (withered horse corpse with a rusty sword through its face). /End ID]

[ID: Black and white on gray background, Taash asks "Um... Whatcha got there?" while Lucanis grimaces. Emmrich, leading the unicorn by the reigns and holding a bottle: "Wine." The unicorn's eye glows green. /End ID]

The Bog Unicorn

Everyone is at least a little freaked out except Harding who's like "So THAT'S where that went!"

[bitchontheprairie]

Eros—carnal desire—is an embodied experience, and our phones do a terrific job of getting us out of our bodies and into our heads. In the digital age, we often neglect our bodies entirely, and use them merely as a way to transport our heads to meetings. (The rise of rave culture and physical fitness programs since the 1990s is perhaps evidence that we feel the need to fight against this.) No one feels connected, present, alive, embodied, or sexy when they’re on their phone all day.

And our phones don’t just move us out of our bodies, but they have become something of a second brain, a second body. You don’t have to remember something if you can record it, photograph it, or type it into your notes app. You don’t have to look good in person if you look good on Instagram. Our phones not only hollow out our true selves, but are starting to replace us.

[tgcg]

[grozat]

Bogna often puts up stick effigies around her hut, these can be combined in many different ways or just hung up close together to indicate strings of words. She comes up with the ideas for them herself, so many have meanings known only to her.

[arimabari]

Countess Valga

[veilwaltz]

little glass cat

[leech-mother]

⋆｡𖦹 𖠊 ˚｡⋆

[yanaspritesblog]

"Don't hurt these things," - Chuuya tells him, - "Got it?"

that scene killed me. literally. i have no shame in admitting i bawled my eyes out reading this fic.

day #4 of my nearly everyday fanart challenge.

How All Stories End by Anonymous