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persnickety-doodles · 2 days

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"...Asami was treated to a gilded, shifting display of emerald and jade streaking across the northern sky. The darkened waters of the lake reflected the silent dance of light above them, enhancing the mystical effect tenfold. It was probably a trick of the imagination, but it felt like the entire forest held its breath as color exploded above and before them. Their surroundings fell quiet, more than they had been, as Asami breathed a hushed 'wow,' and slumped solemnly back against the cushions to gape at the heavens. The ethereality persisted as the brilliance took on a life of its own, dimming and flashing at random to a silent, unpredictable rhythm." ~Where the Snow Takes Us (Ch. 44) by @asamiontop

#lok #korrasami #persnickety doodles #alicia draws #wtstu #asamiontop #art inspired

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jesspalumboart · 1 year

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I’m finally back on Tumblr! I’m so far behind with posts on here, so I figured it to start posting again with my Black Sails art nouveau pieces about Anne Bonny and Jack Rackham, inspired by Alphonse Mucha’s Medea and Lorenzaccio. I wish to make more art nouveau pieces about this series in future! Drawn and colored in Procreate and Photoshop. Both available as prints and various merchandise on my RedBubble shop: [Anne][Jack] Instagram: [A][J] | Twitter: [A][J]

#Black Sails #Jack Rackham #Anne Bonny #rackhanne #clara paget #toby schmitz #black sails fanart #art nouveau #art inspired #digital art

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fer7adami · 8 months

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It's Wolfwood Wednesday my people

Based into @NawfelGamer cosplay on Twitter! I would recommend check out his amazing cosplay!!

(Editted: Found him here! GO FOLLOW HIM! @nowfallc )

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amandaswork · 2 years

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NOV 2 / 22

finally finished a book after a month of struggling 🥲🥲🥲

#boldlystudy #bujo #art #art journal #journal #artist #art inspired #art ideas #studyblr

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heranubis · 1 month

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inspired by this beautiful john piece by @wombywoo, which has haunted me since i'v stumbled across it. i'v recently been going through the campaigns again to refresh my memory so i'm more confident in my characterizations - and for some reason, 09 price has taken over my mind.

CONTENT WARNINGS: spoilers for (original) modern warfare 3, canon typical violence, catholicism (priests & confessionals), a little blasphemy - as a treat.

Dirt crunches under his boots as John walks deeper into the old cathedral. The doors are heavy and hard to open as he shoves against them with a soft grunt, the creaking of the hinges loud and long as the pews and pulpit are revealed to his weary eyes.

A deep breath - in, hold it, out. He is not a man to be nervous often, but it's been a very long time since he's set foot in a church. His footsteps are slow and purposeful as he walks forward, his hands itching to lift a cigar to his lips and light it so the thick smoke of nicotine can settle in his lungs with a strong burn. But he doesn't want to be more disrespectful than he already has been by bringing his sins to gods eyes.

The confessional is a small thing - a little box, the wood cracked and splintered and weathered. There are marks from what he can only assume is a blade, words etched in latin that he does not recognize. Crosses scrawled deep into the wood as if it could keep all the evils of the world at bay as long as you remained behind the closed door. Another deep breath - in, hold it, exhale - and then he takes his seat.

The wood groans underneath him in protest - and he hears the same on the other side as the priest settles in. He hears the rustles of clothing and can only guess the Father is crossing his arms, or clasping his hands together in his lap. "Tell me, my son, what brings you to me this night" the Father's voice is as old and weathered as the wood, and for a moment John's mind decides he is the physical embodiment of this holy place.

"I am going to sin, Father" he exhales, voice soft and gruff. His fingers twitch and he clasps them together as his head leans back to rest against the wall behind him. Him - him and his guilt, his hatred and rage, all alone in this little box while he waits to be judged. "I believe the way this usually goes is forgive me for I have sinned, Father" the priest hums, a long and slow and contemplative sound.

"I'm a soldier, Father. I'v sinned plenty already" And then there is a silence. More creaking as the wood shifts under the priest's weight. "Then why are you asking for forgiveness, my son? What have you planned that burdens you so?" John stops to think for a moment, and he considers his words carefully - and then considers them again.

"I'm going to kill a man, Father. And I don't know if I'll make it back alive to ask for forgiveness."

The silence is almost deafening and encompassing as it settles, like a thick and heavy sludge that weighs down his chest and threatens to crush his lungs. "Why" the Father finally speaks. "What has been done to you, my son, that you seek bloodshed and death as your answer?" He stops to think again - his hand reaches blindly into his pocket for a lighter as he grasps it tightly against his palm. The metal is cold and grounding, and on the side he can barely make out the etchings of the initials J.M.

"... My name is John, Father. Named after the shephards who looked after the flock, who worked tirelessly to defend those who looked up to them. I'v led men into war and we smiled in the face of death - and it smiled back, promising it would catch us next time. But there is a wolf in this world, and it won't stop with my sheep - it will hunt until all are dead and it's belly full with nothing but hate to keep it warm. I am doing my duty, as a shephard, to slaughter the wolf."

More silence. The priest shifts again and sighs - a long and burdened sound. "John" he says, "revenge is an easy path, but it is not one the Lord can forgive. Some sins may never be absolved, and this blood will stain your hands forever. Do you understand, my son?" But there is only silence on the other side. By the time the priest has left his side of the confessional, John is gone and only a cigar is left.

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Vladimir Makarov is dead. This, John knows for a fact. He watches with contempt as the body sways to-and-fro, and all he feels is nothing. No rage, no anger, no satisfaction. His boys are still dead, and Makarov's blood will not resurrect them. John doesn't remember when he started walking, or how he found his way to another cathedral - doesn't remember a thing until the cigar is between his lips and lit by the lighter he holds close.

He stands in the light of the glass-stained windows and breathes deep - he feels the smoke as it burns and invades his lungs. He holds it until his eyes water and finally, when his body feels like it's burning, he exhales. John stands in the patches of sunlight, painted in blues and greens and golds and reds - and for a moment he almost feels holy.

Footsteps echo through the empty cathedral as he sits down on a pew right before the pulpit and he looks up at the statue of Christ with a crown of thorns, marbled face forever cemented in silent agony. For a moment, he wonders how Mary must have felt, birthing a son unaware of what fate belayed him. For another moment, John wondered if his mother ever felt the same.

The glow of his cigar feels almost blasphemous in the soft light of the windows - but he leans back and lets his head rest against the top of the pew. He exhales- slow and deep and weary. His eyes blink open and for a moment....

John swears the statue smiles at him.

#heranubis #call of duty #call of duty 09 #john price #art inspired

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six-demon-bag · 11 months

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if you want my love (let me pull my hair back)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo

Summary: Bucky grows his hair out, and Zemo can��t handle it.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Oral Sex, Long-Haired Bucky Barnes, Zemo with long hair kink, Zemo's Soft Belly, Discord: WinterBaron

Word count: 1560

Link: if you want my love (let me pull my hair back)

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Bucky spins lazily on the stool, turning to face where Zemo is almost drooling over himself. “Something you needed, Zemo?” Bucky asks, tilting his head and watching Zemo’s eyes follow the fall of his hair.

Inspired by this gorgeous art by @skritchskratchh (alex?? what are you go by omg) everyone go appreciate them or i will break out of my prison and bite your face

#winterbaron #art inspired #like obviously i was going to write something for that art #zemo #bucky barnes #helmut zemo #long haired bucky #zemos soft belly squad #sixdemon fic #yes i was complaining about writing a bj yesterday but i like having written them not actually writing them

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backwoodsgoth · 1 year

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#art inspired #landing space #mine

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poetryforall · 29 days

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-Rumi

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gulistan-blog · 1 month

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㋡🥀

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yamujiburo · 4 months

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clothes shopping!

#hanamusashipping #hanamusa #jessie #delia ketchum #my art #inspired by my answer to a previous ask

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persnickety-doodles · 28 days

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Top or Bottom? by @appalesbian

Big thanks to everyone for your patience on this one! We’re bursting with excitement to finally share this collaboration with you!

This idea was something that was marinating in my notes for a few years now, and @appalesbian had a similar concept she had been eager to write about. So, we combined our powers!

Please, check out the companion piece! She nails this vibe and adds a bit more flavor that wraps everything up so perfectly. It’s extremely satisfying, and you won’t be disappointed!

#lok #korrasami #appalesbian #persnickety doodles #alicia draws #comics #korrasami fics #art inspired

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mebssann · 7 months

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