#queen dork

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@etherealmermess Thank you!!! Do you want to name her? Because she needs a name and I can't think of one

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I think I figured out why it sucks so much to share your art on the internet and get little to no feedback (except you, my faithful six likers, you're the best!!!). It's not that I just want attention for a pretty thing I did - it's that I want to entertain people with it. I want to make people feel things! And every time I, or any other of the many, many, un-reblogged artists or authors or any creative types on Tumblr, don't get feedback, it feels like I failed! Like here I poured some emotion into this art, which I created because I love to draw but also I wanted to share that emotion with the world, and yet that doesn't get noticed.

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My shoulders regret this decision

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Blame @pikestaff for this absolute bullshit crack piece.

Mildly ooc Meresino trash ho!

The moon shone on the fountain in the center of the square, glancing off stones and brick in gentle illumination. Orsino, nervous, couldn’t stop glancing at the bright spots that danced on the walls, reflections of the ripples on the surface. She was talking to him, saying something characteristically sharp, but all he heard was static. Was he really brave enough to go through with this?

It had all started with a stupid dare. He, a budding mage, quickly increasing his power and prestige - her, a strict templar, quickly irritated and impossibly cold. They had met before, of course. They had known each other for years as the one on the other side of the wall, always watching and planning how to tear down the other.

Funny what hormones can do to youthful rivalries.

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“I dare you to take the Ice Princess on a date,” Maeve had teased. It was one of those rare dinners in the Tower where a few of the young templars had been invited to join. “To encourage friendship!” The head-mage had claimed. Sometimes it felt more like prey being stalked by a predator. Maeve had a knack for sensing possible romance - and Orsino’s awkward blushes and cow-eyed stare at the resident Ice Princess was not very subtle at all. He couldn’t help it, she was everything he wasn’t, tall, confident, and strong, so very strong.

Enough wine had flowed that night to make even the most nervous man brave, and somehow Orsino had found himself standing before her. She was in the process of shoveling some steak into her mouth, and she glared at him for interrupting.

“My apologies, uh, Meredith, er, Ser Stannard, I-”

“Meredith is fine.” Her voice was softer than he thought it would be. The steak fell to her plate.

“Erm, Meredith. I was wondering if, uh. Well, see, I was hoping that you might want to, maybe, walk out with me. You know, like, um…” His hair, already streaked with silver, kept falling into his eyes as he stumbled his way through his thoughts. “Obviously you can say no, I mean, it was just-”

Again she interrupted him. “Yes, Orsino.” Her blue eyes stared up at him. “I think I would like that.”

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“…are you even listening to me?”

“Huh? Oh, er, yes, sorry, Meredith. I’m just a bit, uh…”

She quirked an eyebrow at him. “Distracted?”

Orsino swallowed. “Uhm, yes, I guess.” He had actually really enjoyed himself tonight, getting sticky buns from a street vendor like children, laughing at a dog chasing its tail, wandering in the shadows of the huge mansions of Hightown. Here was the final display, and the one he was most nervous for. He liked Meredith, much more than he ever thought he would. Liked her a lot, in fact. She had talked about her ambitions, her career, and the more she talked, the more he dreamed about maybe holding the smallest part in the drama of her life.

Maybe this would be the clincher.

Maeve was in the shadows in the corner of the square, with a lute in hand and surely a hundred jokes about a mage and a templar walking out together. Orsino gestured to a bench. “Please, sit,” he said to the Ice Princess, who sat promptly and with very little grace. She looked uncomfortable - she always looked uncomfortable.

“One moment,” he murmured before darting over to Maeve. “Change of plans,” he hissed. “A different song.”

“What?” Maeve snapped at him - Meredith from her perch glared at the shadows. “I’m not prepared for another song. What’s wrong with Farts Will Never Smell as Sweet as You?”

“Flowers, Maeve. Flowers! Shut up, it’s an easy song…” He bent over and whispered it into her ear.

Maeve grinned, tuned her lute, and shooed him back out into the square. Orsino took a deep breath, watched the moonlight reflect around them like a dozen little stars, found a beam of warm light from a nearby window to stand in. He had chosen an old song, a traditional song - a love song that his father had sung to his mother when he was very young. Surely, if any song could melt the Ice Princess…

With another deep breath, he struck a pose in the light, and began.

Never gonna give you up, Never gonna let you down…

[riththewarluid]

I used to think it was kind of poetic to tell someone about your life through the scars in your skin, and then I realized that mine would be "cat scratch, dog scratch, cat, cat, dog, child, dog, dog, dog, dog, table, dog, cat"

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She’s real sick of that shemlen bullshit

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Study of a bust of Anna Pavlovna (1816) Sketch of a bust of Warden Surana

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Im still really struggling with canvas sizes in Procreate :( its so pixel-y…