Because Why Not?

30 year old lady teaching herself to draw 🤌✨️ You will know what books I am reading by the art I post 📖🖼

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Offer your stories to Mother Tale so she may birth new worlds 🌎✨

Lore and timelapse under the cut

Historiaphage, also known as Mother Tale, The Lady, Consumer of Stories, and Birther of Wolds, was created by the singularity of the Big Bang.

She is the mother of all universes.

She is able to imagine, and birth worlds like a black hole can lead to another universe.

Please offer her important trinkets, stories, and secrets if you wish to be blessed by The Consumer of Stories.

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Sun Bak from Sense8 in Ghibli style 💕

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Portrait study

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The art progress is progressing ✨✨

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Value and shape study

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Kaine Ferron ✨️🩸🗡✨️

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Value and shape studies

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The symbols of Paige Mahoney

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Paige and Arcturus from The Dark Mirror sharing aura.

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Art dump! Pieces that are either not their own post, or will never get finished.

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For all the girlies that just want to make soup with no bra on 💕

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Inspired by my reread of La Belle Savage! This was my first landscape drawing, and it was definitely challenging! Also water is so difficult!

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I just did a reread of Diane and Kel’s books. As a 29 year old lady I must say they hold up every time I reread them. I was inspired to make some in-world pins!

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Followed a tutorial on YouTube and added a few details ✨️

I like to think that Sheeta lives peacefully in the woods when she grows up ♡

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I followed a forest tutorial on YouTube and decided to go the extra mile and add Diane and Numair’s weapons into the scene!

Love how it turned out!

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"My dreamscape had changed. Gone was the field of flowers that had grown there since I was a child.

Now my safe place was a room in Paris, rendered skeletal.

There was the bed, the sheets turned down, lamps on either side. Some way from it, I lay in shadow. White flowers reached between the floorboards – my poppy anemones, still trying to grow, their petals bleached and translucent. Snow gathered around me, like dust on something left forgotten.

Beyond the distant windows, all I could make out was darkness. Night cupped the safe house in its hands. That was normal for a dreamscape; the pallor on its walls was not. ...

Part of me wanted to get to the bed – surely it was soft and warm – but I sensed it would carry me farther away than I could stand to go. It would throw me to a world of teeth that wanted to rip me to shreds. ...

Between my periods of absence, I thought I strayed towards the bed – thought I felt the sun, heard a voice – but I always ended up back on the floor, as if I had never moved. The flowers wove around my limbs, as if to hold and comfort me."

The Dark Mirror pg. 4

Samantha Shannon

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Paige and Arcturus during the ‘catastrophic incident’ in Rome, when Paige gave Arcturus her aura.