#Ulule campaign

[rakiah]

Lintukoto Campaign

IT'S ALIVE!

🌿 Lintukoto Campaign 🌿

#Ulule campaign #Lintukoto #Book campaign #French book but english pdf if the campaign is succeding! #Excited!

[velkia]

4ggravate are ready for Halloween!

I'm not posting a lot lately, that because I'm packing the shop orders! I'm also moving out, preparing the next cons and the haikavember (yeah the nights are short 😂)

Here are some infos regarding the shop orders btw!

First, I packed about 66% of the orders last week, and I'm planning to start the shippings next week. So you should receive a track number very soon!

Secondly, the manufacturer for the standees is late, and by a lot. I placed the order for the standees in August, and they only shipped them last Friday.

Lastly, I'm used to Ulule/Kickstarter campaigns, so I usually wait to have received all the goodies to start the packages. But for the shop I'll do differently from now!

Also, I'm all alone to pack all the orders, so I hope you'll understand!

Thanks a lot for your patience ❤

#4ggravate #kaveh #tighnari #alhaitham #cyno #haikaveh #cynonari

[francoisl-artblog]

Gift/Fanart for @k-zlovetch-book

So, to make it brief, The OEtherium is like one of the best improvised character-and-fantasy-driven story from French artist on Deviantart.

I just find it really interesting in a lot of places ! They got magician who speak in "r", cat people, crazy scientist with phosphorescent blue hair, angel and demon, and some eldritch horror and other horrible things that happen to most characters if you actually follow the story, but overall, it's good stuff ! It's like they had a personal DnD with a specific theme, and somehow makes it coherent in one book + one prologue. Honestly, it has the potential to become a RPG kind of game, I don't know, I just think it's neat.

Initially, they had a Ulule campaign going on, but I couldn't finish this fan art in time... I really wanted to fix this.

I think most of you already give it a look, but otherwise, go, and give it a look !

OEtherium (c) K-zlovetch and Hellypse on deviantart. Artwork made by me

#oetherium #fan art #digital art #artwork #gift art #digitalart #digital illustration #friend artist

[indouloureux]

i lowkey feel like eddie knows how to sew/knit. just him sewing in his own patches to his vest 🥹 so yeah, eddie sewing something and you come to him for help

seeing as eddie and i both know how to sew this makes me go hdkshsksjsksbdksbdkdbkddjhdjdjd *glitches*

with dio loud and deafening in the background, neighbors might have mistaken the situation as eddie practicing with his beloved guitar, or prancing around his room like he's in a ozzy osbourne with a bat in his mouth, or writing down his campaign for the next game. something they thought eddie would do in all his metalhead psyche.

and they'll probably think they're hallucinating when they find out the truth.

no, because eddie munson sits on his bed with his back hunched, legs cross legged and head dipped down to take a closer look of the needle and the vest in his hands. he squints, his lamp bright and above him to give himself better visibility in the dim lights of his bedroom.

he bobs his head to holy diver, humming along with ronnie dio's ululate-like singing. his tongue pokes out, curled to graze his lips as he pushes the tiny needle up through the denim and accidentally pokes himself.

"shit," he winces, hands shaking as he feels blood flow through the minuscule hole. "ow."

with the loud music, he doesn't hear the door opening from outside and your frantic footsteps. so it's no surprise that he yells in fear when the door suddenly slams open to see your disheveled state — hair windblown from your fast biking, chest heaving heavily from the spent energy as your heart beats viciously against your ribcage.

"sweetheart," he reaches over to lower the boombox, his own heart calming down as you bend over and place your hand on your knees, wheezing as if you'd just drowned. "what are you doing here?"

"i-" you inhale, eyebrows furrowed and top lip curled. you raise your palm at him, as if to indicate that you need a second before you straighten your back and wipe the sweat off your forehead. "i- my shirt. i ripped my shirt yesterday. and- and you're like the only person i know who can sew other than my mom but she's not here so i came," you huff. "to you. my lovely boyfriend."

eddie stands up from his bed, sticking the needle to place it on some random spot as he approaches you. he takes your wet face into his hands and kisses your forehead, the salty sweat covering his lips. "get changed first babe,"

you do, with the offer of his bauhaus shirt that's a little bit bigger than you, almost like a short dress. and while eddie throws your sweaty shirt aside, you go back out to your bike where you forgot your shirt in the basket, and swiftly return to his bedroom where eddie patiently waits.

"oh, i remember that," he grins. "new store in starcourt just opened. i bought you that."

"yeah," you unfold the shirt, seeing a rip at the end. "sorry i accidentally ripped it. i almost cried."

"no need to cry," when he takes the shirt from your hands, you crawl to the bed and kneel behind him. "i can always fix your clothes, sweets."

you kiss the top of his head before you gather his hair into your hands, eddie pulling out a thread and easily slips it through the eye of the needle before he starts stitching. he winces when you tug hard on his hair, but it takes less than twenty seconds to put his hair into a loose bun before you're wrapping your arms around his neck with your hands hovering over his chest, picking at his red pick as eddie continues what he's doing.

"how'd you rip this anyway?" he asks, pulling his arm up to lock the thread.

"was rushing to get yoo-hoo at melvald's because they just restocked. and i know how much you've been crying about it—"

"—i wasn't crying about it—"

"—and so i had to go as soon as i could because somehow people are so cuckoo for yoo-hoo," you jest to him, resting your chin on the tuff of his curls. "but my shirt got caught by our neighbor's pointy fence and i ripped it,"

"'d you get it though?" his head lolls back so your nose bumps his, needle and shirt tight in his ringless hands. "the yoo-hoo?"

"unfortunately not yet," you kiss the tip of his nose, brushing his bangs away and eddie smiles, twirling your fingers at the loose strands of his bun. "i'll buy you one after though."

he puckers his lips until he can reach yours. eddie goes back to sewing. "that's awesome,"

and when he's done, eddie turns around and proudly shows you what he's achieved. you take the shirt gently, thumbs rubbing the soft fabric and over the stitch that's barely seen. you gawp at him. "thank you baby,"

"no problem," he leans down to kiss your forehead. "now you, boo, should come get yoo-hoo with me."

you take his fingers into your hands, seeing the way there's tiny little blotches of blood over the pads of his calloused skin. you kiss his bruised fingers, taking note the way his blush reaches his cheeks to the tip of his ears, before he laces his hands with yours and drags you away.

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

#eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #blurb #stranger things blurb #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things fluff #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction

[kerlhau]

[ FR ] Dans peu de temps c'est le lancement de la campagne Ulule pour financer mon livre “Le petit guide de l'Oniromancie” !

Pour ne rien louper des news et du déroulement, suivez ce lien !

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[ ENG ] In a short time, the Ulule campaign will be launched to finance my book “The Little Guide to Oniromancy”! (Only in french, sorry !)

To make sure you don’t miss any of the news and progress, follow this link !

#dessin #drawing #illustration #draw #oniromancie #kerlhau #upthebaguette #le petit guide de l'oniromancie #the french side of tumblr #ulule #crowdfunding

[milkyphantasm]

where the apple of eden offered inabjurable truth, the allwhich offers transfiguration. your essence; a bog. a briny, salted thing, preserved like a wretched seafarer under frozen waves of ignominious unspeakables.

once tasted, you'll inherit limbs bloated like tincts of congealed hubris, doused in a lambent asphyxiated blue, suffered to squeal with gaseous, noisome excess in endless physical undeath within a black mire of lonely, deafening silence. a fitting unend for the piteous refuse you've painstakingly chosen to embody with each of your horrific deliberations, of which you insisted on recognizing as 'each breath'.

you are never to be exonerated of life's writhing squalors and haunting highs, never righteously beatified into the holy sepulchral lakes of mud, which, in a perfect world, would graciously embrace each and every one of us with the effulgent love of a permanent, gloaming mother. arms welcoming us back to our true home at the bottom of everything, after a ceaseless campaign of duplicitous vainglory that pierced through the primordial soup and unveiled every abhorrence it came to represent.

though here you lay alone, rejected, denied. peerless in your unascension.

long after the unwitting cooperativeness of humankind was rewarded with passage into the next great stage by our malevolent creator, you still lie buried under the weighted aeons, tortured by the soft patter of distant genetic cousins, ignorantly prancing atop your unmarked grave as they gleefully reap the emptiness we left behind.

"it should be me. it should be me. it should b-" ululates, in your long-dead tongue, from under untold ages of gnarled earth, horribly matted betwixt antediluvian teeth, for no audience in particular - benevolence of the grand architect willing, of course.

the tragedy being, that you are indeed, correct.

you were punished by veiled laws that you were never designed to understand, following a blind and ordinary prerogative to experience "things" that have always inexplicably sat in preexistence, and only to the particular upset of entities which you were not able to, nor will you ever be able to, intuit with your own worldly senses.

so now you lay, a lone scholar of consequence. a neglected, weeping tendril of humanity's horizontal enterprise, stretched far enough beyond the known and hidden, touching upon true anathema, and reeling from the poison.

. . though your aching physicality is helpless to churn out unspeakable, repetitious mewls in the painful vacuum of your hypogean filth - your once-human instincts for continuation and retribution have remained at your side, tucked away in some subconscious cranial region.

however, they were never meant to exist this long after our intended expiration. these mutable human attributes have since become cancerous and hulking from the unendurable presence of time's soured passage.

should the tip of some primitive digging tool ever breach your miasmic kingdom of one, your deep rooted humanly capacity for socialization might just take flight once more.

while you know that you'll never be granted passage, and it pains you so, you certainly can share your well-preserved knowledge with your newfound cousins and their children, who'll eventually be blindly welcomed onwards in your stead.

entirely unbeknownst to the incorrigible practitioners of iniquity that insist upon this silly evolutionary game, your secretive, wretched children will pass from stage to great stage, gleefully festooning the marbled foundations of each and every plane that dared not ever hold your berth, in a maddening celebration that portends the conjoining of all things, which could be easily upended should a benevolent creator - of which we have none - attempt to understand and unravel their ramblings and ravings.

their decorations of choice, of course, will be your harrowed recountings, then entwined with their DNA after endless ages of your foetid sermons. Scriptures written entirely with the ink of the conceptualization of antipathy, scrawled unto their eyelids and grey matter for so long, that their children's children will see your phosphorescent motifs and way of things flickering each time their advanced biology, whatever it may be, allows them something to the effect of blinking.

your vituperation is a potent, invisible anathema that presents the arrogant handiwork of your creator - the molecular structure of each plane - with a guttural disagreement. it aims to eat the foundation, and level it all.

everything and everyone you were denied will come crashing back down to you like lukewarm snow atop the world, and you will accept them all with open arms, becoming a crude facsimile of the effulgent, gloaming mother at the bottom of everything that you never had the chance to know. if she could see you now, would she be proud of you?

the undigested scenery of layered realities, now flat and decipherable, will float across the blackened sunset of your old, familiar skyline like cursed gossamer. it could be sweet, if only the portion of your thought center that processed happiness hadn't completely atrophied two years before you found yourself in that Arby's Drive-thru, considering the allwhich.

#arbys #bloodborne

[the-punslinger]

Exandria Unlimited Quotes and Memorable Moments - Series 1 (7/?)

Liam: "We took the circlet off." Aimee: "Oh yeah. We put it in a..." Robbie: "It's under a bunch of bananas or some shit." Aabria: "Yeah, it's under some fantasy bananas!" Liam: "You covered it in potassium. Subdues all curses and necromancy."

Dariax: "I'm gonna... Yeah, I'm going to back you up on that. I've worked with some of these people, and when you get one person arrested, the rest of them know, and then they find you, and then they remove your organs while you sleep. So, best to stay on the up and up." Dorian: "I like my organs, okay." Dariax: "Me, too. Yeah, I'm a fan of mine!"

Robbie: "Do we still have the circlet in the crate?" Aabria: "Mm-hmm." Dorian: "Okay. Let's make ourselves a little more suspicious. And I want to... no! A little less suspicious!" Liam [honking] Aimee [ululating]

Ashley: "Okay, so I'm going to rub my hands together, put out my hands, and I'm going to cast Burning Hands at... Oh wow, this is why I shouldn't have left my glasses at home. I guess right in front... is there someone right in front of me?" Liam:"That's me." Ashley: "That's you." Aimee: "Oh no!" Matt: "All of us." Orym: "It's a super short-range spell. Ashley: "Got it." Aabria: "I wasn't going to say anything, I was like, "What if they killed themselves? Easiest campaign of my life." Opal: "No more show!"

Fearne: "And then, as a bonus action, I would like to speak to my staff, and the head on the staff becomes a snake." Opal: "Ooh!" Liam: "I was imaging like a presidential staff." Aabria: "All right, Moses, what do you do with your snake? Is it just there?" Fearne: "It's just now..." Aabria: "It's just vibing?

Dariax: "With the fire now burning on this side, glance over this shoulder and give you a wink, like, nice work. I look back over at you, Opal, how are you looking?" Opal: "Better now. Thanks. Scared." Dariax: "All right, you feel confident on that, let's go." Aabria: "Just as a note, he's asking how close to dead you look."

#exandria unlimited #series1 #epi1

[elairin]

🇬🇧 English post ➡️ https://www.ulule.com/promenons-nous-dans-les-bois-tome-3-integrale/ ⬅️ ✨ Support the printing of the last book of the story and the complete edition with the crowdfunding campaign on Ulule! "Into the Woods" is a french manga comic created by Elairin, offering a darker, more mature rewriting of the "Little Red Riding Hood" tale. The books tell the story of Axelle and Sarah, two sisters whose paths diverge in the middle of the forest, and deal with themes such as self-assertion, toxic relationships and consent. The project, built as a trilogy, is now available in its integral version and in french and in english. The goal of this campaign is to finance the printing of the last volume and the complete book, but also to offer you the opportunity to unlock an extended and more luxurious edition of the story thanks to the different levels of financing. ➡️ https://www.ulule.com/promenons-nous-dans-les-bois-tome-3-integrale/ ⬅️ Thanks to everyone who’ll pledge to support the project and/or share it around them!

#intothewoods #little red riding hood #into the wood #self publication #selfpublishing #ulule #crowdfunding #manga #wolf #wolves #hunter #archer #comicbook

[allmykindsofthings]

Hey there! So I know I haven't been posting much even though i've been around to see the art...

So speaking of art, i thought i'd share some made by an amazing ecofeminist queer friend! They're trying to change society one step at a time and they need all the help they can get!

So, if you like reading or pulling cards or if like me you want a beautiful object at home or just support someone from the LGBTQIA+ community, here is the link for the crowdfunding campaign on Ulule : https://fr.ulule.com/souveraines/

I promise, it's safe. I've ordered there many times.

Also, don't hesitate to share! Or ask the author, she does speak English no worries (though i think the deck only comes in french)

[cengler42]

Crabadonk's Back-Story

The details below are back-story elements for my Dungeons Dragon character "Crabadonk." Some friends and I are starting a campaign in Ravnica soon and Crabadonk is my Goblin Warlock in the Cult of Rakdos.

BACKSTORY

Crabadonk grew up with his family in the shabbiest unit of the same tenement house as the person who grew up to be Dr. Lilla Zlovol. While Crabadonk and his siblings were nominally friends and played with the children from the other units, Crabadonk always resented the more affluent families, especially when he was being bitten by mites trying to get to sleep on the pile of rotting hay that was his bed.

Lilla's mother Danika was Crabadonk's family's landlady and wasn't particularly nice to the "lower dwellers." When she could, Lilla would help out Crabadonk's family with a few surplus niceties from their household, which spares Lilla from being the target of Crabadonk's "working-class rage."

What sparked Crabadonk's spirit was seeing the Rakdos carnival parades going down the street. His mother would club him on the head and tell him not to look but Crabadonk would run to the alley and steal glances, fascinated by the writhing acrobats, ululating singers, and nightmarish harlequins that would cavort in the streets enticing people to "come see the show." Crabadonk knew that's where he wanted to be.

Like many children do, Crabadonk would sometimes draw a pair of eyes with soot on his hand and curl his thumb under to mimic a mouth. He would entertain other children by doing little skits in this manner and eventually gave his hand-face a name: Mr. Bananas.

His mother would cuff him on the head and tell him to stop goofing around but Mr. Bananas was ever-present. What started to become alarming was that the voice of Mr. Bananas soon started taking on a depth of tone and personality that didn't really sound like Crabadonk.

It was around this time that Crabadonk started feeling a pull to join the Cult of Rakdos. His parents are guildless and had no such aspirations so when Crabadonk literally ran away to join the circus when he was a young adult they pragmatically saw it as one less mouth to feed and got on with their dreary routine.

Crabadonk developed his ventriloquism and became quite good and upgraded Mr. Bananas to a fully-articulated dummy in the shape of a monkey made primarily out of coconut shells. What has started to become off-putting about Crabadonk is that he is never "off." He carries Mr. Bananas with him everywhere and conversations with Crabadonk inevitably involve Mr. Bananas. When nobody else is around, Crabadonk frequently has conversations with Mr. Bananas on his own. Whether this is undying devotion to practicing his craft or outright delusion, nobody knows.

Proximity to the Cult of Rakdos awakened arcane potential within Crabadonk and, in his dreams, Crabadonk made a pact with a nameless, shapeless entity which has given him the powers of a Warlock. This allows Crabadonk to manifest all manner of phenomena during his performances to the delight of his audiences. While his act is rooted in a comedically antagonistic conversation between himself and Mr. Bananas, his shows often cross over into the bizarre, frightening, and disturbing. This has become part of the mystique of going to one of his performances, and Crabadonk is often heard saying, "Who knows what kind of mood Mr. Bananas will be in tonight!' with a wink.

CONTACT (ALLY): There's a lesser demon in the cult who thinks he owes me a favour, and who am I to argue?

Crabadonk has a contact with a slow-witted but reliable Dretch named Loafus. Some of Loafus' superior demons pushed him out on to the Prime Material Plane as a joke and Loafus happened upon one of Crabadonk's street performances wherein Crabadonk and Mr. Bananas had a particularly entertaining set. This cheered up Loafus and he helps out Crabadonk with bits of helpful information when he can.

CONTACT (RIVAL): I had a romance with a pain artist in another troupe.

While Crabadonk is short, ugly, dumb, and makes bad decisions, there's just something about the little blighter that people find endearing although they often can't say why, exactly.

One summer, Crabadonk got a job on a flying pleasure dirigible cruise ship where he and Mr. Bananas performed on the comedy side stage. One of the headline acts for the more affluent and thrill-seeking clientele was a renowned Tiefling Pain Artist named "Zaxsonya the Agonizer" who, by appointment only, catered to the needs of those seeking gratification in the medium of pain.

The world-weary Zaxsonya took a shine to Crabadonk and the two had the unlikeliest of cruiseship romances. Zaxsonya's troupe-mates looked down at her for "slumming it" with the likes of Crabadonk but when asked why she was on his arm she, with an ironically stern face, would simply say, "He makes me laugh."

Zaxsonya's idea of a good time eventually got to be too much for Crabadonk to keep up with and when the cruise was over Crabadonk ham-fistedly broke up with her. This enraged Zaxsonya and Crabadonk was nearly killed trying to get away from her. Zaxsonya still has a fondness for Crabadonk but seeks to humiliate him, as well, and sometimes shows up at his performances and is disruptive.

CONTACT (NON-RAKDOS): I once convinced a Golgari Medusa to participate in a show. We've been on good terms ever since.

One night, Crabadonk was having a particularly rough set in front of a highly inebriated and unappreciative crowd who were not appreciating the antics of Mr. Bananas that evening. There were two particularly aggressive hecklers near the front that were making it impossible for Crabadonk to even try to win back the crowd. The only person who he saw smiling was a Medusa named Vambrelia sitting off to the side near the front. She was grinning sardonically watching this hack ventriloquist act bomb but Crabadonk's unbridled confidence interpreted it as her enjoying the act.

Crabadonk shouted out, "OK! Time for some audience participation!!! Can I have a volunteer, please? Hey, you with the writhing hair-do, get up here" Before Vambrelia knew what was happening, Crabadonk had hustled her up on stage. He hastily whispered to her, "Look, I'm dying up here. If you shut those two guys up the way I know you can (wink wink) I'll split my pay for the night with you."

Taken aback by his chutzpah, Vambrelia shrugged and said "Why not?" to herself and proceeded to petrify the two hecklers. Crabadonk proceeded to then play a bongo solo on their heads while Mr. Bananas excoriated him for beating up the audience. The crowd loved it and, when it was done, Crabadonk addressed the crowd and said, "Hey! Let's hear it for... (what's your name?) Let's hear it for Vinbrolio! Hey, she's all right!"

Not wanting to be petrified himself, Crabadonk gave Vambrelia half of his night's pay and the two of them struck up a conversation that turned into a friendship.

Zaxsonya has seen Crabadonk and Vambrelia together and, even though there is in fact no romance between Crabadonk and Vambrelia, is seethingly jealous of Vambrelia for the time she spends with Crabadonk.

#dnd5e #ravnica

[camilieroart]

ARE YOU FRENCH AND LOOKING FOR SOME SWEET STORIES TO READ AND SUPPORT ?!

Of course, I’m testing my luck by going to the website with top record of broke people, but, I will, because I am as broke as y’all.

There’s this amazing story made by an amazing french artist named @theauvinaigre (they’re not broke so they don’t have Tumblr) (they’re not rich either) (they’re just better than this), and they just launched their Ulule to get their story going !

Here’s a video explanation of both the story and the ulule campaign

Kernel Stigmas is a great story about minority, prejudices and discrimination, featuring a main character being a woman from 1815 that wants to be a doctor and will be able to when she gets yeeted into a weird world. Amazing visuals, top notch world-building, 10/10 you should at least check it out

Especially if you’re French

#ulule #story #storytelling #campaign #amazing #artist #art #comic #stories #original story #french #france #français #histoire #campagne ulule #campagne #histoire française #world building #soft #doux #génial #super cool #je recommande

[daniellesdarrieux]

It’s so perfect I don’t even know where to start. the details. the song!!! the ending!!!! also my name is in the “credits” and I feel like a proud mom

#florent dorin #halfway #juliaaaaaaaaaaaaaa have you watched it? #i wish I had given more money to his ulule campaign but i couldn't at that point

[thib1984]

💓Gladys vous souhaite une bonne soirée, mais faite attention je crois qu'elle prépare un sale coup😈, c'est dans sa nature d'être une adorable peste à couettes 💋 🎉inscription Ulule Nightmare tome 2 : http://www.ulule.com/nightmarelivre2/ #crowdfunding #crowdfundingcampaign #ulule #campaign #nightmare #bookaddict #bookstagram #booksaddict #book #story #storyinstagram #smile #crazygirl #crazy #girl #drawingmonster #monster #monstre #livre #livreoriginal #original #draw #drawinyourstyle #ink # encrage #illustrateur. #illustration (à Angoulême, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSHzj8-M_v3/?utm_medium=tumblr

#crowdfunding #crowdfundingcampaign #ulule #campaign #nightmare #bookaddict #bookstagram #booksaddict #book #story #storyinstagram #smile #crazygirl #crazy #girl #drawingmonster #monster #monstre #livre #livreoriginal #original #draw #drawinyourstyle #ink #illustrateur #illustration

[kerlhau]

[ FR ] La campagne Ulule est terminée depuis lundi !!!! Elle a pu voir le jour et le livre pourra partir à l'impression ! Je suis tellement rassurée et heureuse ! J'avoue que je suis passée par toutes les émotions lors de la campagne. Mille mercis ! ♥

Je fais un petit LIVE sur mon instagram ce soir à 18h00, si vous voulez y faire un tour. Ca sera un debrief'.

Quoiqu'il en soit, c'est une excellente nouvelle pour moi. Je vais pouvoir le présenter dans les prochains salons et conventions ! Mais ça m'a aussi bien montré que l'auto-édition et ce milieu devient de plus en plus difficile pour toutes et tous. C'est même plus dur maintenant de ce lancer qu'il y à 15 ans, voire même moins.

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[ ENG ] The Ulule campaign ended on Monday !!!! It was able to see the light of day and the book can go to print! I am so reassured and happy ! I admit that I went through all the emotions during the campaign. Thank you so much ! ♥

I'm doing a little LIVE on my Instagram this evening at 6:00 p.m., if you want to take a look. It will be a debrief.

Regardless, this is great news for me. I will be able to present it at future trade shows and conventions ! But it also showed me that self-publishing and this environment are becoming more and more difficult for everyone. It's even harder now to throw this than it was 15 years ago, or even less.

#oniromancie #blablabla #kerlhau #blablaromancie #upthebaguette #the french side of tumblr #artists on tumblr

[yoannlossel]

[FR] “Psyché”, graphite et feuille d'or sur papier crème, est l'une des 6 œuvres originales créées pour ma campagne française.

Il reste 13 jours pour participer à ma campagne Ulule !  ⭐ https://fr.ulule.com/forgotten-gods/

[ENG] “Psyche”, graphite and gold leaf on cream paper, is one of the 6 original pieces created for my French campaign.

[tarotforsale]

For the next week and a half, a Hades tarot will be up for sale from artist Misu Fany. This tarot was done with a funding campaign on Ulule and is now up for leftover sales.  The deck is major arcana only, with 22 cards + 1 bonus Meg card. Cards are 2.75 x 6 inches.

Sales will continue until March 14th at 6PM GMT+1 or until sold out. Shipping will happen at the end of March/beginning of April. Sales for this deck are Europe only.

Get the deck here!

Visit Misu Fany!

#tarot #tarot deck #tarot cards #hades #supergiant #zagreus #misufany #misu fany #majors only #tarot for sale #fan tarot