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Digital Illustration by Cristina Bencina.
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Incredibly alarming that talks of “peace” in Gaza seem to extend no further than a ceasefire. How do you think they’re gonna start off where they left off themselves? Their houses are destroyed, so many have lost mothers and fathers and brothers and children, they still have no clean water and no food. Any area Israel withdraws out of is an area it already knows has been rendered inhospitable. There was even a direct quote by some IOF soldier gleefully stating how he “wasn’t sure Palestinians could go back to their homes.” So what happens when the US “succeeds at negotiating a ceasefire”? Who will be responsible for helping the Palestinians rebuild all that they’ve lost?
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A portrait of @eilidh 's half-drow sorcerer Tav, Eirwen.
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Angharad; Elf Paladin, Oath of Vengeance.
Older lady who's sick of this shit.
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“Grandfathers of the Forest” || laanscape
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'[...] modern notions of manhood might call for men to “buck each other up,” but that would have made no sense to medieval readers, who viewed intense emotion as an innate part of elite masculinity.'
Exciting
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The Cleansing, watercolour, 2018
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The Four Sacred Artistic Motives:
-what if this bad thing was good instead
-how about Make-Believe Land can have whatever I want
-would that be fucked up or what
-I think that shit's hot
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Cocoon - by Jeszika Le Vye
Digital Painting
Website: Jeszika.com
My Month of Love piece for the theme: Metamorphosis.
When injured, there is a choice of whether we want to heal. Do we drown ourselves under the pain, become a creature of wounds and wounding? Or do we regrow damaged parts, like an octopus regrowing limbs?
As a cutter for over 15 years, the hardest part of stopping was changing how I saw myself. For all those years, and even sometimes now, I felt that without the cuts, I didn’t look like myself. It felt as if I had on a stranger’s skin and face. To be willing to stop cutting, I had to be willing to see myself as a new person that grew from that skin; that grew from those wounds into something new.
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Monsters Above
by Jeszika Le Vye
Week one of the 2019 Month of Fear challenge
(Due to Tumblr’s strict nudity policy, I have censored this version of the painting. To see the painting in its original, intended state - please follow this link: http://www.jeszika.com/)
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The delicate demons we harbor
Intricate like neurons, delicate like veins -
Our monsters - made of storm clouds, made of lace
Flames that trace our fault lines
That but a breath could extinguish.
The delicate haunts that swim in the moonlight,
That rise like hairs along the skin - at a touch
Of the stinging tendrils, like a promise, like a guilt
That whispers in the dark.
They glow so gently within, calling us into the dark
To see them glimmer so.
Let them shimmer, let them burn
Let them dance away into the night.
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