#the names

[rosesandalfazemas]

THE BRIT GANGSTERS

The LORD (England) The HIGH KING (N. Ireland) The SORCERER (Wales) The CHIEF OF THE CLAN (Scotland)

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[indigostarsign]

Sonictober day 27 - Poison rip the goat

[peace-of-dogs]

You wake up, feeling a weird sensation all over your skin. It takes a few heartbeats to recognise the surrounding golden-brown wheat ears around you. Lifting your head, you see long rows of mighty pine trees, reaching deep into the forest. The color looks painfully familiar, and you can almost feel these fragments of lost memories at your fingertips, but you lack the strength (or, perhaps, the courage) to catch it. The clear but soft blue sky, for the first time in years, does not evoke a sense of imminent danger. It seems you don't have to fight anymore. Instead, you watch in awe as this mighty but still soft sky seems to fall on the pine tree crowns of the pine forest, touching them, promising comfort.

So you stand there, peacefully observing, until the vision becomes blurry. The first tear gently drops to the ground.

...

Rhythm of the uncertain steps was overtaken by an unwavering determination, shining in the green eyes. There was no way one could know the direction they were going, but, on the other hand, it seemed the direction didn't matter. The man, blessed by the Sun God, wasn't even looking ahead this much, turning his head towards his raven-winged angel, as if giving silent reassurance that now is what matters, that the journey that awaits them is theirs. And the angel trusts him, allowing himself to focus on the rhythm his heart is beating: Alive, feeling, loving.

So, this piece is very important to me, for many reasons, and I wanna talk about it here because at this point, why wouldn't I?

But I can't go further without mentioning: on every single art piece I've made and will make about spn, Cas is asexual. It's important you know this. [So if anyone will ever want to reblog because of ace rep or sm, feel free to do so.]

What actually made me stay is the idea that the divine can love. (I mean, there were many reasons for staying, but still). For 5 years I believed otherwise and, hence, divinity was my salvation, and I was always around "lovless" deities. So to see otherwise was terrifying yet...liberating, I'd say. I believed I couldn't fall in love, yet I always had tense relationships with the entire topic. That's why this artwork is meaningful to me: it worships love, and I'm not denying the fact that I made it. And I even included this piece in my final exhibition, revealing it to the world...scary stuff, but we won.

Yeah, so, recently I introduced myself to this show because I was seeking representation of a specific type of love...but I wanna skip this part.

I mean, I still had to separate my dog account from the human one, but we're getting there. I hope, at least. Wh- what else should I say? Hi, spn fandom!! I thought you were dead- but I guess 15 seasons of a biblical fever dream can perform a miracle.

Oh and apparently tumblr is not allowing good quality posts so here's the close up

[rubina0311]

Another few ninah drawings I did recently, cause I’m obsessed with that game

[vexedhearts]

Reading a book i'm thoroughly immersed in, and suddenly life feels good again.

[sowhatifiliveinasmalltowninjapan]

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[musicwithoutborders]

The Names, Tokyo Twilight I Spectators Of Life, 1981