" I must say, entertaining such high standing guests from across the strait was not what I imagined on the table today, " As ever, his words are brimming with a good-natured humor, stance affable and inviting despite the somewhat sharp, assessing nature of his gaze. " I've not even had the chance to organize a proper welcome as befits thine station, my Lord. 'Tis not oft any delegates or foreign dignitaries come for a trade agreement include the King of said nation. "
Nevertheless he doesn't hesitate guiding him to the main dining hall of his mansion. " Can I offer some wine? Ale? " / @thcrmr
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Okay, posting this as my ~official announcement~ that art commissions are open! I’ll be updating my commissions page and. Re-listing it on my blog lol.
Unfortunately I do not feel especially safe taking in-person jobs when I am constantly getting notices about “last-minute replacements needed”, so I would love to have art commissions to work on!
DM me here or email queenofzan at gmail for more information!
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first time doing digital in forever but ANYTHING for the boyfriends ever
context is ryan went with dylan to the lodge instead of kaitlyn, and they’re hiding from caleb in the kitchen >:))
(credits: me)
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guys im not escaping the horrible women loving lesbian allegations today
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Hey all!!! This is my new art account! My original tumblr blog was @a-sirius-problem but I have the memory of a goldfish and cannot get into it anymore :) maybe it was time to put that blog to rest
Anyways here is my linktree if anyone is interested in following my other accounts!:
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90's work-out Mic
Aw heck, I can't believe I forgot to post this garbage on here- anyway, so this is a really dumb idea I had where Mic made a video (or a CD) of himself doing a work-out routine from the 90's.
So yeah, enjoy-
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pinterest is such a problematic site because it's so easy for art to be stolen and reposted without credit on a wattpad wolfboy x reader story that's written in a totally different language where said reposted art is almost completely unrelated to the x reader and now you have to dig up your ten year old wattpad account that you abandoned in middle school to try and at least get them to credit your art because they quoted the exact note you left on the original art post so you know they know you're the original artist which frustrates you severely because you have one rule with reposts of your work and it's just credit me damn it oh my god
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Dirt.
Shallow.
It feels disgusting on my skin.
It's dark, and everything hurts.
But I claw my way out.
When I rise...
Where is half the world?
Why can I see so little?
My hand goes to my left eye, where something feels strange.
Blood.
It's dry and gross.
There's nothing else there.
I want to call for help.
But even if I could, would anyone hear me?
With my halved vision, I search around looking for clues.
I found my own knife first. Blood. There's a wound on my chest and blood on my shirt.
I'm beginning to understand.
It's scary.
She wouldn't, right?
Next I found a shoe.
A stiletto.
One of her favorites.
Expensive even for her.
Blood on the heel.
So she did.
The last clue is found in the dirt I pushed aside.
A single red rose.
How ironic.
I'm not a smart man. Never really was. I could get the job done of course, but my brain can't always put two and two together. I always get square, somehow.
But I can get to four, for once.
My mind races.
Is it my fault?
I wasn't fast enough.
I played with her heart.
I ignored the signs.
I lied to her.
I didn't work hard enough to save her.
I married her when she could have had someone that truly loved her.
I was selfish and stupid as always.
It's funny.
The number 4 looks like it's being stabbed, doesn't it? Deep enough to hurt.
Not quite enough to be vital.
I sigh and trudge along to get help.
And to help her.
Wait for me, Amelie.
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