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CLINGY TIANSHAN IS MY NEW RELIGION 🗣️🗣️ THESE TWO REALLY CAME A LOOOONGGG WAY FROM THROWING PUNCHES AT EACH OTHER TO HUGGING IN THEIR SLEEP. 🥹 THEY'RE ALWAYS DRAWN TO EACH OTHER AND I CAN'T DJSKKSDKKSKSKSDK I LOVE THEM 😭😭😭
My goal for 2025 is to make more jokes about the beach that makes you old
Anahera
If you want to see her, got to the place ocean meets land. Look across the vast sea. Find the sun sitting on the horizon. It should be a yellow flower floating across the sky.
It may cast light over the landscape, rid of the shadows.
She is like that.
If you want to see her, go to an open field. Look up through the clouds. Find the skies face. The eyes made of twinkling stars. The smile a crescent moon. Her voice calm and quiet as a breeze. Find the faint lines that a cloud makes- The mood of her world slightly tampered by sunny days and rain and storms.
The powerful emotions.
She is like that.
If you want to see her, go to your local library. The shelves should be made of wood. The books will be hardbound. Stand inside the cozy nook. Breathe in the smell of Earth. Wait for closing time.
Listen to the bell with every swing of the door. It should be melodic.
She is like that.
If you want to see her, go to your old place. Stand over an old shoebox. Look inside for things that are nostalgic. The old friendship bracelets. The polaroid pictures. The love letters left unsent with the envelopes still sealed and smooth.
Find the engraved necklace.
And she is like that.
Random Good Songs
Places We Won’t Walk -- Bruno Major
Carey On -- Fun
Rock Supertars -- Cypress Hill
Brand New -- Ben Rector
Ahead Of Myself -- X Ambassadors
Miss You All The Time -- O.A.R
Somebody Else -- Flora Cash
Inside Out -- Eve 6
And Run -- Sir Sly
Faith -- George Michael
New England Gothic
You’re walking in the woods in late autumn. A crow caws, somewhere. You step on something, and hear a sharp crack. You look down. It’s a bone.
The clocktower in the town square has been broken for as long as anyone can remember. One day, it rings.
The leaves are turning. Last year, the brilliant oranges and reds lasted well after they fell. Now, the leaves are grey. They crumble into ash when touched.
The ocean is cold, and unrelenting. The waves crash against the cliffs. A captain yells out to his crew, but there is no ship.
You have been walking in a graveyard for hours. Someone is watching you. You turn, but no one is there. You read the gravestone at your feet. Your name is carved into it. A rabbit darts in front of you, and you shiver.
The mountains stretch on for miles. Endless, repeating mountains, stretching so far into the horizon that it seems that once the mountains end, so does the world.
You drive down the backroads at midnight. The trees are impossibly dark. Something runs in front of your headlights. It was a deer. It has to be a deer.
There are four churches on the same street. At five p.m. on the dot, the bells ring. They are deafening.
The sunflowers have died. They stand all winter, bleak omens of what’s to come.
You are looking for witching stones in the river. Something shiny catches your eye, and you fish it out. It’s an iron cross. It’s cold. You toss it back.
dark academia playlist
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0arpg4QrCy5HWOMooTKgrh?si=dJ-ysuXBTCCQVbii9rNyZw
On en parle de cette tête de gamin ? 😂
... je viens de réaliser qu'il a 27-28 ans dans Dies Irae. Soit mon âge 💀
At this Year of a Dragon i decided to make more arts with dragon from the media who i like most. I started with Master Chem. Actually it is the most interesting character i have found at recent times.
His full name is Chemnashaovirodaintrachivu. He is eccentric and wise wizard dragon from Tara Duncan cartoons and books, where he revealed much more. Master Chem plays important role in the story as leader of group of protagonists and he works as guardian of the portal between Earth and Otherworld, preventing villains to cause havoc on Earth. In the book he becomes more like a father for Tara Duncan. I really like his personality and apperance. There are a newer version of the cartoon. I didn't watched it yet. But i like Master Chem in older version more ^^
These are some my old comic strips and a dog that looks like it’s moaning🤨. The two Oswald ones are not mine I just copied them they are from the tumblr ask Oswald. The other ones are with my old old old oc’s moon pool and Luna I’ll post a redraw I did of moonpool with my new oc nightdevil.(and if you know where I got the name moonpool good for you :) also I absolutely hated Mickey Mouse and Ron Weasley when I made these.
A 3d model I made in Blender and then switched to PS to paint it over, I really hoped it would be easier but it took longer than I expected ;-; Sorry if the cat doesn't look too good, I made it super fast. What do you think about the light? I try to do a more exagerated light and contrast.
For all the nerds, geeks and book lovers and library-sitters who are always left out.
This is for you.
My grandparents bought this for my mother during the 90's- they're stored in excellent condition! Not a page torn or out of place. They smell ancient and I think I sniff at them more than I read them.
hmmm.... what about.. last life crossover?
and what side do you prefer?
Goldfish and Turtle (An Art Assignment from Last Year. Yes. Art.)
Keywords used to make the paragraph:
French
Spain
Scooter
Highway
Dying/Die/Died
Turtle
Paint/Painting
Falling/Fell/Fall
There once was a French Goldfish from Spain. The Goldfish was on its scooter on the highway. There was a turtle sleeping on the road. Thankfully the highway was empty. The Goldfish stopped its scooter to wake up The Turtle but he almost got run over and died. The Goldfish asked The Turtle why they were sleeping on the highway. The Turtle responded saying that they were painting the lines on the highway and fell asleep.
This is the paragraph that my class came up with as a ‘poem’. I mean- maybe it’s a poem. But I decided to turn this into a poem under my definition of a poem. I also added the goldfish dying at the end of the poem because there were two kids in my class that were basically making the poem for everyone and were trying to get the goldfish to die at the end of the poem. The art teacher (who is really nice and let me rewrite the paragraph) didn’t want to kill off the goldfish, so it was basically a stalemate. I fixed the poem to include the goldfish dying but peacefully (compromising is something I breathe at this point). Here is the poem though. I wrote a draft of this out on paper at first before typing it, so for the sake of my hand please read it.
The Goldfish and the Turtle
There once was a French Goldfish from Spain
They went on the highway riding on a scooter in the plains
A turtle with a shell so green it was jade
Was spotted by the French Goldfish sleeping on the highway lane.
Twas luck that the highway was empty, the Goldfish thought, That the turtle didn’t die.
For who would sleep on a highway,
Where the danger of getting hit was apparent even at day!
This was made even clearer for the Goldfish
Who scootered towards the turtle’s way
When suddenly a car flew by
And nearly squished the Goldfish flat!
When he finally approach the turtle
The Goldfish just had to ask
“Why are you sleeping on the road?
Aren’t you afraid of getting squished flat?”
The Turtle the stirred at the sound
And woe, to his peaceful nap!
Now he was awake, there was no going back!
“What do you want, goldfish, so badly
That you interrupted my nap?!
I’ve done nothing to you,
Not a single scratch!”
The Goldfish repeated his question
And the Turtle sighed and replied:
“I was painting the lines of this road,
Which is quite a tough job,
The sun beating upon my shell,
Meant woe to my health!
I was tired and laid down, and next thing I knew,
I was awoken from my nap by you!”
The Goldfish nodded as the information was revealed
And offered his assistance to the Turtle for the day
And soon the highway was completely painted
Drying in the day.
The Goldfish soon left
Biding the turtle farewell
Riding to a lonely house
Where they painted the scene
Which he thinks back to
Year after year behind the scenes
This story was quite the inspirational tale!
When he finally was on his deathbed
Once again, the Goldfish thinks
“The Turtle was an interesting lad”
Before he fell into a never ending sleep.
I can almost feel myself losing my idea of what to write when it came to the Goldfish’s death. I hope this was a satisfactory ending. I honestly really wanted to write this because, well, why not? It was still a fun project.
Alright so uhhhh, while I'm still making another part to comic with Leshy talking about his past, you guys get an old comic of mine (With technically the older art-style) I made but never posted + a bit of dialogue that was suppose to be there. You can count it as canon or not, you can asks questions about it or not, so yeah.
Kallamar: Oh. It's you.
Narinder:...
Kallamar: Why aren't you asleep?
*Narinder shows the moon necklace, the one that makes you no able to sleep*
Kallamar: ... I see.
Narinder: How about you, hm? You should be asleep, in fact, if Lamb saw you even an inch away from the cult, they-
*Kallamar turns his back on him*
Narinder: ....
Narinder:... You always were against smoking, you told Heket-
Kallamar: Listen I- I don't want to talk with- you. Right now. Leave me be.
Narinder: ...
Narinder: Just know that there's no escape from this place. Get used to it. Like I did.
Kallamar: ....
*Narinder walks away leaving Kallamar alone*
And comic is suppose to end there. I just- uhhh- forgot about it and changed art-style. so... yeah. Also you get a sketch of mine with Kallamar in my current style
