I wanted to draw another outfit for Harley Quinn, after a few sketches I settled on an outfit that would reflect her feelings when she was close to end her relationship to the Joker.
-The black sleeve is meant to look both like a butterfly and two broken hearts, her love is doomed to end soon.
-Black pattern growing on the red is meant to remind of mourning veils and laces, she's preparing herself to grieve this period of her life.
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@woolf1e they are really cool but they nerf my walking ability so much I ended up showing up to class barefoot
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[Older pics] I encountered a rather severely injured butterfly (red-spotted purple butterfly?), little thing clearly wasn't having a great time, but I let it perch on my hummingbird feeder for a while to get a meal! Unsure what happened to it after that, however-
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As I cover my battered and bruised body with my wounded wings. I listen to the raging storm that is you. The thunder of your voice howling in anger. The lightening of your hands as they hit the softness of my skin. Silently I whisper to myself, "please let the storm calm." Finally there is quiet, the storm has passed. I have survived the storm, once again.
~ Margie Watts ©
From my book
Wounded Butterfly
https://a.co/d/g8loVZu
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“Can I use annoying customers for my persona fusion?”
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Idea brought by a friend: Me running towards Lon'qu after not seeing each other for a while and we do this hug ;w;
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I love doing outfit designs. Raine's my favorite subject <3
Little compilation of what I did so far.
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I was given 𝘊𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 as a drawing prompt last week by Kamilla
I imagine that fairy circuses are much different than any we've ever seen. Lots of broken swords & nudity maybe?
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sukuna is sitting under a tree, his eyes observing his son whose running towards him. he's calling out to his father, his feet tinted green from the grass.
"look!" his son squeaks as he approaches the monster king. "it hurt!"
sukuna arches his brow and looks down at his son. his hair is pinker underneath the sunlight, his cheeks tinted in a rosy flush. his palms are open and inside is a butterfly, its wing broken.
"looks like it," sukuna responds quite matter of factly, bringing one large hand to massage the top of his son's head.
his son pouts, and looks down at his hands again in disbelief. "but it can't fly..." he says, his voice so tiny and sad.
"no," his father confirms coldly, "it can't."
there's a slump in his small shoulders, and his son gazes back up at him from underneath his lashes. his big eyes watering slightly, his nose scrunching in a little sniffle. "can uruame fix it?"
the cursed king's heart sinks. parts of you mirrored in his child's reflection.
he has no patience for humans, except the ones that the's claimed as his own. it doesn't matter if he think it's stupid. that uruame shouldn't waste their time on something as trivial at this. but whatever his little prince wants, he will get. so, he scoops his son up in one arm, watching as his own blood cradling the small butterfly in his hands.
he kisses the top of his head, "let's ask and see..."
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