May 12, 2024
WHY ARE YOU HUMANS SO HARD TO DRAW.
but seriously this took me 10 hours and looking at it for too long will make me hate it
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WHY ARE YOU HUMANS SO HARD TO DRAW.
but seriously this took me 10 hours and looking at it for too long will make me hate it
l'manburg -> exile -> post-exile clingyduo/everything has changed, taylor swift (feat. ed sheeran)
Oh wow, Tommy was very anxious about building his tower. He really, really wanted it to look nice.
Aaaaah... building tall towers is one of those things Tommy always enjoyed doing but he knew everyone disliked them. Now he’s trying to build one again and he’s worried about it being ugly and bothering others.
I’m glad he’s thinking of others but also I can’t help but think that his character is so desperate to be accepted and wants to please/impress others. Kind of like how he wanted Sam to build his hotel so it would look nice. This time he’s just nervous, asking everyone for help and its kind of sad to seem Tommy so unsure of himself.
“Your mother will not see us.” The Yaga grinned her shiny-white grin. “I won’t let her.”
I kept my knife in hand, still. No one can keep you safe. “So instead of me finding you, you found me. Am I supposed to offer you something now? A promise, a bargain, or a sacrifice?” Anger flickered within me. “It doesn’t matter. There’s nothing more you can steal from me now.”
“I didn’t steal anything from you, child. I gave you a gift.”
“A gift?” I found my voice had gone cold and sharp as steel. I shoved up my sleeve to reveal the tattoos, dark and bloody on my arm, writhing like snakes against my skin. “This was a gift? You cursed me!”
“I freed you.” The Yaga’s yellow eyes narrowed. “And I followed the terms of our agreement.”
“Take your gift back,” I spat through gritted teeth. “Take it back! Please!” My voice caught on my desperation and shattered.
“Choose your words better next time.” She grinned at me, sharp and mocking. Her teeth were ivory against her black mouth. “Goodbye, Ev.”’
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