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what studying literature feels like
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well. the sequel
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sunshades · 4 hours
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any knight born after 1200 can’t achieve the holy grail, all they know is feasting, charge their horse, kill, have affair, go mad in the forest & cry
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sunshades · 6 hours
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Laudna and Delilah, had a hard time with the composition but I think I made it work? Pretty proud of the top half of the dress, happy the colour scheme was fairly easy to work with for once
also I don’t rly know how post death Delilah is supposed to look bc I’m only like 20 eps into c1 so I’m missing context, but this is how I pictured her.
Also I kinda ended up smushing her two outfits together bc I like the top half of the more recent one but the bottom half of the old one.
+cropped version (I like the top half better lol)
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sunshades · 6 hours
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clawed gauntlets save me. Save me clawed gauntlets
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cathycliff pose study
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sunshades · 7 hours
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misc. “sketchbook” studies
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sunshades · 9 hours
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more heathrine <333
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sunshades · 19 hours
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Medea’s Reasons by Salma Deera 
This is probably my favorite poem, and a couple of years back, I illustrated it through a series of portraits featuring women from biblical stories, folklore, and mythology. I wanted to revisit the poem and create something that was more simple and focused on the titular heroine. 
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sunshades · 22 hours
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so sad that people got sick of "doomed by the narrative" and decided it was cringe, because fate and free will in fiction has been a major interest of mine for like eight years, but alas so it goes. anything that gets popular is destined to become reviled in short order. it's like some sort of unstoppable, uncompassionate, avaricious cycle of rising and falling and rising again. like whatever happens, no matter the intentions, it will always result in the same tragic ending. you could almost say it was d
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sunshades · 23 hours
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sunshades · 24 hours
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A dear friend noted the spatula design in the dining room chairs in merlin so I had to do it to the boy
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sunshades · 24 hours
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NEW INFO NEW INFO NEW INFOOOOO
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sunshades · 24 hours
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i feel like not enough ppl are factoring in the cultural clash between laios and shuro and the many micro agressions shuro faced while being in their group. literally the name 'shuro' in itself is one
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his name is toshiro 😭 lets also not forget that he has his own communication issues, in the opposite way that laios does- thats literally a factor in their argument, that his envy for laios's ability to express himself sincerely manifested as part of his distaste for him.
ig all this to say like, was their fight heart wrenching, especially when reading laios as autistic? absolutely. anybody whos ever been in laios's position knows how much it hurts to realize someone you thought was your friend doesnt actually like having you around, especially when they didnt tell you and you had no way of knowing due to not understanding their cues. but im begging yall to step back and see the nuance of this situation cause im gonna be real a lot of you are kinda just brushing over it acting like everything is toshiros fault and that hes a terrible person when in reality hes an average guy who really, really clashed with laios and it led to a very long misunderstanding due to their supremely opposite methods of communication. even laios and toshiro, after letting everything out in their fight, were able to come to an understanding and start a foundation for an actual friendship built on better communication
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some crimes can never be forgiven
im SO sorry women
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Dawn Office Sinclair writing I was possessed to make after thinking about how well the Beatrice section of Demian works with the Philip ID <3
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Sinclair had watched her pass by him so many times, never a glance taken his way - which he prefers. The woman he’d taken to calling Beatrice is an actually competent Fixer, unlike him, and she has places to be, contracts to fulfill. For a while he had been thinking of giving up on the Fixer idea entirely, how few people actually make it above a measly Grade 8? Bouncing between fallen Office after fallen Office, never quite making enough money to ever be comfortable.
But then he had seen her, his Beatrice, and he took immediate notice of how she walked with a purpose and confidence of a person who knew they were someone. She wasn’t held down by worries of not making it, she trusted in herself, in her abilities, in everything she did. He was sure of it. And just seeing that was enough to encourage him to continue going. He pushed himself through Fixer exams and hours of training, took to sending applications at the local Offices whenever they had an opening (which was often, in this part of the City - which is to say it was just like everywhere else).
Sinclair pushed himself and he thought of Beatrice and her cello case and wondered if she played, if she was any good at it. She’d have to be, wouldn’t she? To invest in such a hobby? He would like to listen one day. He noticed when one day she had replaced her arms with prosthetics, strong and well made, and wondered if she had just gotten a big pay day to make an upgrade like that - wondered what her hands would feel like to touch now.
He’d never admit it to her, of course — here he was some silent observer of her life that she would never know the name of — but he had fallen in love with her. The image of her, at least. Blue hair cut short and dark, tired eyes, an easy smile. When she stood to wait to cross the street her stance was so sure of herself, relaxed yet confident. He could probably introduce himself by bumping into her at her favorite coffee shop, which is where he first saw her to begin with when he was using the free wifi to study for the licensing exam, but he was too scared to approach now… much too scared.
But, in all honesty, he was content with this. These silent affections had helped him, had guided him forward through life and gotten him out of his darkest period. Sinclair resolved to let go of his Beatrice now that he had finally been accepted at an Office with an actual reputation. He would say goodbye to Beatrice, mentally that is, and would welcome in the new chapter of his life at Dawn Office, and all would be well.
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