#archivis

[ramun3u]

im still making these bro

[yukitae-ask-blog]

Time, how does it feel to be the ruler of everything? >:3

“Are you... referring to something I am unaware of? In any case, I do not have dominion over everything, strictly speaking. Time is a powerful thing, but its flow should not bend to my will. That would be unjust.” - ⏳

[weil-weil-lautre]

That the stars are adamant everyone understands— but I won’t give up seeking joy on each blue wave or peace below every gray stone. If happiness never comes, what is a life? A lily withers in the sand and if its nature has failed? The tide                                         washes the beach at night. What is the fly looking for on the spider’s web? What does a dayfly make of its hours? (Two wings creased over a hollow body.) Black will never turn to white— yet the perfume of our struggle lingers as each morning fresh flowers spring up from hell. The day will come when the earth is emptied, the skies collapse and all goes still— when nothing remains but the dayfly                                         folded in a leaf. But no one knows it.

A Life by EDITH SÖDERGRAN

[ramun3u]

nvm i found something to do with alucarda

they're a messenger for time :))) that's why they have the wings (they also have a halo on their wrist but it's blocked by their knee in this pic)

erm she/they i think but mostly they idk

[ramun3u]

I FINALLY REDESIGNED MY GODDAMN GODS

if you watched my sketchbook tour video you'd know how much of a shithole doing this has been but i finally did it! after like two days of working on this!

from left to right: cosmos, blight, truth, fate, fate again, and time.

also their sizes are totally not accurate at all cosmos and time are supposed to be the same height and then the twins and then fate is the smallest- 💀

I'm going back to sleep ill put these on af later

[portraiyal]

          it was in everyone’s best interest that she stayed far away from the institute and everyone in it, but some things were unavoidable, such as the fact they both still frequented the same coffee shops they had when they were coworkers. she tried to avoid making eye contact, patiently watching the barista behind the counter instead, but there was a steaming tea that looked like his regular order. she remembered.

           ‘ sir, i think your drink is ready. ‘ her voice was quiet, trying to keep it steady.

@archivis​ / v.002 starter call

[baseyra]

@archivis​ said:   ❛ i won’t lie to you. ❜

she’s already braced for a fight --fists clenched against her side in a visible effort to stop her teeth from grinding or her distress from showing on her face. basira’d thought she’d been able to tell when jon was being melodramatic. “stop stalling and fucking tell me, then,” she snarls, violenceviolenceviolence pulsing through her --if this is like even a fraction of what daisy felt, all the time, how had she fought it? how is basira still here? she’s the weak one of the two of them, but -- but she needs to focus. “what’s happened to you, to the world? how do we fix it?” and then, the important one. “where the hell is daisy?”

[reason08-blog]

Great composition, Minimalist style, but sill looks lived in, Looks like a simple two light setup. Adding a bit of realism. 

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