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"After a millennium of darkness, the time has come for the End Magnus to be freed!"
We've hit the colder months in campaign now, so I drew winter fits for Exodus and his besties since they all got to meet up ^w^ I also wanted to experiment with patterns that reflected their personalities and respective cultures/lifestyles so I had a bit of fun designing the gang
Aside from that, I wanted to include the trio's original outfits since I've had them done for some time now and never really shared them. I like seeing how my style differs from this one and their winter fits since I was focusing on realism more the second time around.
And then Exodus' fae ball outfit!! The in-between art where I was starting to alter his shapes a bit more... I really love this one since I was just taking his original outfit and spiffing it up with the dragonfly wing design :3 my boy is so handsome and cool
another new character for aquarius lalala
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L'enfant sifflote, un air qui vient des arbres, un air de printemps, l'air du retour des oiseaux des villes.
Assis sur son banc, inconscient de tant de beauté, il porte pourtant en lui tout le cycle de la Nature.
Le regard de l’enfant qui ne voit pas l’enfant, seulement l’oiseau.
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The child whistles a tune, one that comes from the trees, a tune of spring—the sound of the birds returning to the cities.
Seated on his bench, unaware of so much beauty, he nonetheless carries within him the entire cycle of Nature.
The gaze of the child who does not see the child, only the bird.
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Il fanciullo fischietta una melodia che viene dagli alberi, una melodia di primavera, il suono del ritorno degli uccelli nelle città.
Seduto sulla sua panchina, inconsapevole di tanta bellezza, porta tuttavia in sé l’intero ciclo della Natura.
Lo sguardo del fanciullo che non vede il fanciullo, solo l’uccello.
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(De disparition fondé, extraits)
© Pierre Cressant
(samedi 25 novembre 2006)
La ninnananna di Medea
Sento il mio nome, ma non mi somiglia,
sillabe vuote dentro una prigione.
Ogni sorriso è un’ombra che mi imbriglia,
pure l’amore pare un'illusione.
Alla nebbia ripenso, alla Colchide,
ai balsami odorosi sulla pelle.
Corinto mi disgusta, perché uccide
colei che vive prossima alle stelle.
Non notano del mondo il cigolio,
chiamano folle il mio sentire forte.
Il loro sguardo non è uguale al mio,
la dea busserà presto a queste porte.
Chiamano folle il mio sentire forte.
la dea busserà presto a queste porte.
Dormite, bimbi, il buio è ormai maturo,
nulla vi posso dire del futuro.
Persa mi sento, sola e senza volto,
tra mura bianche e genti indifferenti,
Il mio antico sapere ormai sepolto,
da giorni spenti e gesti inconcludenti.
Il sacro femminino è come estinto,
la dea negata, il cosmo senza veli.
L’animo piange ed il sorriso è finto,
niente, qui, che desìderi ed aneli.
Di notte traccio lugubri graffiti
cui un rito crudo ridarà la luce.
Il sangue può nutrire le radici
del frutto antico che realtà produce.
Chiamano folle il mio sentire forte.
la dea busserà presto a queste porte.
Dormite, bimbi, il buio è ormai maturo,
nulla vi posso dire del futuro.
Dormite, bimbi, il buio è ormai vicino,
nulla vi posso dire del destino.
Melodia Dawson ⚡️
Mel' for friends and family
✅ LIKES magnolia flowers, playing guitar & singing, takoyakis & okonomiyakis
❌ DISLIKES storms, tight kimonos, spicy food
her hair is naturally ICY BLONDE but it turns BLUE when she receives her Valkyrie powers
Melodia is a deeply sensitive person who hides her wounds and traumas behind a cheerful, hyperactive facade. She is courageous, determined and protective, but this strenght often reflects a great inner fragility.
Despite her bright smile, she carries a heavy emotionnal burden that she tries to manage alone. She is honest, loyal and caring, but her tendancy to look after others while forgetting her own needs sometimes makes her reckless. Although broken from the inside, she always chooses the most difficult path to grow and evolve, to protect what she holds dear.
♠️_Il linguaggio della tenerezza,dove ogni tocco è una corda che suona la melodia della nostra passione.🖤🌹
©️Licaonia Lupe
