dusty

She/her, 22 Apsiring author and fandom fanatic

[lady-sapphyre]

[mage-at-heart]

[mistiqartsillustration]

Some nights of freedom can be harder than others.

I imagine him sneaking into Tavs bed

when he needs some comfort too 🥹

#Astarion #BG3 #BaldursGate

[medli20]

Making long-form webcomics is like

[asksloyxp]

God I hate storytelling if I don’t do it I will combust

[k-eke]

Genshin impact but ... cats!

[chimo-ver2]

Let's go home slowly🏠

[theskeletongames]

The face of a cat who's done something and just waiting for you to figure out what...

[dreemurr-skelememer]

mlp sanses....... Just imagine....

Also, i heart seeing Ink as a zebra, it fits alot

i can't believe this took 5 hours 😭 my elbows are SO SOOOOOREEEE

also thank you for the zebra ink idea anon. im the happiest with his design he is just such a sweet little cutie pie

[dustyviolet]

I am told I’m like a buttercup: 

a radiance of joy, of sunshine.

I am a testament to overcoming

the harsh realities of humanity, 

and their treatment toward each other.

Like weeding buttercups. 

I am told I’m strong, a survivor, 

a resilient soul, one filled with determination. 

Yet I feel like a dainty little buttercup 

(small, frail, easy to step op)

every time my mother calls me that.

“Hello Buttercup”

I am not one that represents 

beauty, joy, or youth.

Youth is supposed to be full of life,

of growth and new beginnings.

To be their ray of sunshine.

“Chin up buttercup”

I am placed on a pedestal:

the adopted royal child.

I see the joy and laughter I bring,

yet part of my soul denies it.

Regardless, I stand tall.

On my tower of buttercups.

[the-triangle-cat]

A little practice for trying out a new coloring style I really like.

[dustyviolet]

A Scientist’s Purpose

Eyes as soft as a cecilia’s stem,

cast up toward cloud speckled skies.

Her attention elsewhere,

mind filled with inquires as curious

as the moon chasing her sun.

She runs experiments to discover meaning,

within her surroundings.

within herself.

Written with the lovely @ange1bage1

[dustyviolet]

what would it feel like to lie on your chest?

to wrap my arms around your torso,

to have my ear pressed atop your heart?

as our legs lace together under the covers,

like we’re held by a red string of fate.

would you kiss me?

would your arms’ embrace be warm

or would you hold me like your past lovers,

leaving cinders along my skin

from your touch?

would you leave me the following morning?

bedside cold and empty.

or would you pull me closer

until our very molecules merge

into one being?

[dustyviolet]

A Kaeya Poem

Ice springs from nimble fingers,

coating atop steel and blowing overhead.

Eyes cold as frosted rivers hold remorse,

heart weighted with despair.

Fire roars overtop, singeing blue tips

as two brothers clash.

[mmmairon]

Home was the only place left.

Prints

[dustyviolet]

Your drawing inspired me to write a poem, which I gifted to Sean Chiplock this weekend :))

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

Misty fog hangs low over a winery estate,

greeting a tired man from his nightly duties.

His ash-sickened claymore bumps

to the sway of exhaustion weighing his steed.

Dawn acknowledges his presence,

kissing glistening dew and burning ember hues.

Welcoming lights flicker through the window,

beckoning sanctuary to the dreary Dark Knight.

[the-commonplace-book]

woosh woosh anemo babyyyyy

[cloudstuffs]

Passion burst forth❄️

[captain-k8kat]

You cannot convince me that diluc doesn't write poetry, or at least keeps a diary. He is so dramatic, have you heard how this man talks? He's a poet in private and it's a secret he'll (try to) keep to his grave.