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cynicallyneutral · 3 months
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~3~
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aulerean · 2 months
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gem's angler fish? pretty cool.
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ohno-the-sun · 1 year
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Holding their little hands for strength 😭
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jakkenpoy · 8 months
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waterlooletterwrb · 2 months
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ZHAO IS DEAD AND I REALLY NEED SOMEONE TO TELL IT TO MY BOYS ZUKKA!!!
I little fanart I made of one of LIABs most satisfactory scenes <3 I actually finished the Book 2 yesterday and can't wait to start Book 3 (AND TO SEE THE BOYS BEING HAPPY!!)!
Anyway, next fanart is gonna be fluffy... but only if Bato keeps being alive and well, please @ssreeder 😭🙏🏼
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p4nishers · 9 months
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random hc but. crowley being a plague doctor in the 16th/17th century bc he's supposedly "tempting people into death" but he can never, ever bring himself to actually do that so he ends up soothing their pain as best as he can and comforting them in their last moments. one night, after he held a little girl's hand as she passed away, he sits down at the banks of the river thames, with his plague mask discarded on the dirt, and he starts out over the water with tears in his eyes, wondering what the fuck is actually the point? it's not the first time he's asked himself the question nor the first plague he witnessed but, here, now after personally witnessing hundreds of deaths every day, he really wonders what actually is the point of him? why does he exist and why should he keep existing. why does he get to live when so many others don't? how is that fair? how is any of it fair? that's how aziraphale finds him, as he just got back from an assignment somewhere or other and hears crowley is in town, so he discreetly looks for him and finds him there, sitting in the dirt, now with his head in his hands, his shoulders silently shaking and is obviously immediately worried but doesn't know how to comfort him or what's allowed so he just sits beside crowley and watches him try to pull himself together. aziraphale's heart breaks, he put what happened together from the mask and the robes and he obviously knows about the bubonic plague but was convinced it was hell's doing and couldn't have even imagined crowley was out there everyday, helping people under the guise of hurting them. is he surprised? no, of course not but it still hurts to see crowley like this. but he's afraid to cross their unspoken rules so he quietly waits crowley out. he watches the water and doesn't dare look at crowley as he lifts his head and takes a few shaky breaths in. after a few minutes of breathing, crowley croaks out "her name was mary" and nothing else, and aziraphale understands, god he understands. it's one of the things they never speak about after it happens but aziraphale can't forget the night he sat with crowley for hours, till the sun came up, as he cried about a death of one little girl. he holds it close to his chest and never, ever forgets.
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maudiemoods · 5 days
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It's Halloween!!
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In the planning stage WOOHOO
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zetsubobu · 8 months
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I wanted to draw a scene from the legacyverse that I really liked
@weekend-whip
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I thought it was quite an impactful moment and wanted to draw it
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oatbugs · 4 months
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Jack Marsh (2005), Friendship Otherwise - Toward a Levinasian Description of Personal Friendship
#saw carnation lily lily rose by john singer seargent irl today. it was basically at my doorstep all along idk why i never went to see it#it was placed at a corner in the gallery. me and my friend sat down and sketched the paintings of beautiful naked people quite badly. paper#provided by tate britain. she told me about how she couldnt look her boyfriend in the face after a harrowing film about war. when i say the#interview was informal i mean the person who was supposed to be my boss told me let me get you a cider and then he said after#50 years of life he knows people are inherently good and it only takes a little bit of kindness to save this world. he said he tricked#his wife into keeping the baby and then he said he quit his job at a US bank to help people find meaning and in it#he would have liked to find meaning. instead he started climbing with his friends. he said he chews his cigarettes because its a habit from#when he had to hide things from people. the entire time i felt uncomfortable and incredibly enlightened. this is my friends mentor. she has#his pattern of pauses and expletive and penchant for ends-justify-means attitude. i do think im not very clever#but maybe one day i will love you enough to make up for it. i wrote code i dont understand staring at the final error i thought about how#we both thought of how when we're too old to remember the voices of our friends we would like to stand in the pathway of the LHC beam pipe#cut it open and eat light in the freezing cold vacuum (kills you long before radiation will) the invisible puncture wound unfolding dna#back to the start larger than you ever were. you go to heaven once youve been to hell. my friend is in my bed#practicing calculations of eigenvectors by hand and she is uninterested in a visual proof you are uninterested in incompetence#we catch a train this is your kind of burden you tragic hero wincing at that word you only do this because you have to. im the only one#who can. i am a coward in this for the fucking poetry. the visual proofs. the pretty numbers. an architect who was horrible at maths wanted#to be a philosopher and accidentally ended up neck in deep in 70th Error On Visual Studio Code i want to kiss your eyes before we say#goodbye we both know there is no love in the way there should be. I still have your dress in my wardrobe. i hope you make art.#you think im alright head-wise i think you fucking hate me i think ill never be so clever you want me to tell you my idea?#if you wanted more of this world i would have liked to kiss you harder. we cant both be like this. im sorry i cant be with you the whole wa#the love is gone if you have to ask it. his breath catches his eyes feel stiff it is -1.9 kelvin he is near the beam pipe i miss holding#his hand i miss her singing voice i miss his hair and i found the antonym of pain thank you for carrying me home.
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ginkashino · 1 year
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A reminder of what couldn't kill you
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xmagicalpotatox · 29 days
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physically unable to consistently draw this creature
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streatfeild · 1 year
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hi it’s me, i have no idea how colours work. and simon‘s face for that matter lol
anyway here‘s my almost finished portrait of bunny yay!
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camellcat · 7 months
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tententententententententen nya
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roxyandelsewhere · 2 years
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SPN moments but abstract [18/?] - Dean being healed in 1x12 Faith
inprnt | society6 | redbubble | ko-fi
Posting below the cut some photos showing the gold accents the scan didn't catch:
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#this one isn't in any way the best thing i've done but the scan makes it look sooo ugly compared to the real thing sorry guys#spn#spnart#spn art#spnabstract#mine.caro#this one was honestly just me trying to figure out what to do with the acrylics parts i'd already painted with nothing specific in mind#and this is what i came up with but i still might do something faith!dean related in the future that i start with that in mind#i kept thinking it was the wrong colors for this and it should be more blueish but then i realized i was thinking of the eps color scheme#and that's not how this works#but anyways. the overall idea is that there's a line between dean and god. el greco painting but horizontal#left side holy right side mundane. but the mundane side has falling pieces of holiness like falling particles in the sea and the odd plant#the holy hand reaches out to dean and he kneels down for it.reduced to tangran shapes. and he reaches out to it in turn#and it swallows him up. god's eye looking above. hell's eye watching him below. one right in front of him across the curtain of holiness#(purgatory). basically putting the faith moment in context with the whole dean vs god thing and also his future journey between heaven&hell#and he's lonely! and yearning! he reaches out and tries to catch what's out there regardless of believing its out there or not#and it goes right through him. i did it as specks of rain that pierce him like knives bc anything bigger and more central would have#looked like stigmata. and that's not really dean's game. those aren't his parallels here. well kinda but not in this sense#i get if this one doesn't really hit bc i did it just to finish a wip and it loses A Lot with the gold gone#but i still wanted to post it
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pearl-kite · 2 years
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Who shot that arrow in your throat? Who missed the crimson apple? (It hung heavy on the tree above your head)
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baba-the-yagaa · 2 years
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this did not take me like a solid week
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also it's mu first digital lineless artwork! please reblog this is one of the coolest things I've ever made, so thank you and drink some water!
(also the quality might suck idk click it for better quality)
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