Timeless Devotion

Doodle Blog - Maiev Apologist (ENG/ESP)

[tara-chin-sang]

Larger prints of of my Teldrassil and Eversong illustrations added to my shop!

Also restocked some mini prints and added my latest illustration of Durotar to the collection ❤️

Link in my profile!

[gayhomosexualboykisser]

every day when i wake up i kinda just lay in bed like this because i remember my f/os arent real and i actually have a normal human life to live

[wovi]

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simone weil

[thoughtkick]

“I love the way you light up when you talk about what you love.”

— Unknown

[timeway-warden]

How to propose your enemy (base by nasy_kushing on X)

[nightlight-selfships]

"You know your f/o isn't real, right?" Well, obviously. It doesn't mean I love them any less. I don't need something to be a real, living, breathing concept to love it. People love music, books, videos, too. Those aren't real. So, no, I don't care that they aren't real. That's actually part of the point for me.

[askyea-poesy]

Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred cradles you.

Janet Fitch

[yoboyymyen]

he is giving her a flower bouqet to lower his prison sentence

[enchantillie]

yeah the other races are great and all but have you ever heard of my best friend

[theartnerdy]

I wanted something in the style of vintage comics. So here's sketch of Maiev posing in that style.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— unknown (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[timeway-warden]

[themasterofmemeing]

"I love that I scare you. I love that you try to run from me. The push and pull. The cat and mouse game. I fucking love it. And I think a part of you does, too.” ―Haunting Adeline

[timeway-warden]

[yuna-is-tired-sm]

— 𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘻 𝘒𝘢𝘧𝘬𝘢.

[glitchedoutpxie]

[thoughtkick]

“Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.”

— Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited