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lisin-drw · 2 months
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🌹 Everyone Happy Valentine's Day 🌹 ♡⁠(⁠ε⁠`⁠●⁠)
Wish y'all have a good time with your loved ones 🥰
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I felt like to draw Joslyn comforting Talbott without saying a word and he then responding. Well they had a hard time during the war, didn't they?
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akaryuga · 1 year
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*ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚˗ˏˋᗰદ૨૨ʏ ᘓમ૨ıડτന੨ડˎˊ˗༝﹡˖˟ ⸜₍⁽ˊ꒳ˋ⁾₎⸝ ༝﹡˖˟
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IG HPHM Xmas Collab 2022
thank you @mari-seaweed and @lisin-drw for hosting the collab on IG! お疲れっす!ヽ(•̀ω•́ )ゝthanks again from Tumblr.
Also thank you for the invite!(⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠`⁠)⁠。⁠*゚⁠+ and let me draw my favourite Merula 🥺🫶
Don't forget to check out the other artists!
They are awesome too.(⁠。⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧
Characters and artists: (/IG)
(if I forget to tag / wrong tag your Tumblr let me knowヽ⁠(⁠(⁠◎⁠д⁠◎⁠)⁠)⁠ゝ)
• Penny Haywood - @mari-seaweed
• Skye Parkin - @lisin-drw
• Barnaby Lee - @/sephysnu
• Severus Snape - @/sanae_sandyam
• Chiara Lobosca - @caw4brandon
• Female Rowan - @hphm-jeniferltheman
• Patricia Rakepick - @themilkshanghai
• Charlie Weasley - @/_jinreiko_
• Jae Kim - @yoselin-uyu
• Liz Tuttle - @/mathea_croquis
• Talbott Winger - @khamoise
• Bill Weasley - @/yukisou0423
• Merula Snyde - @akaryuga
• Tulip Karasu - @tojiriki
• Tonks - @/nerdqueen.art
• Diego Caplan - @ariparri
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yoselin-uyu · 1 year
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This is Halloween THIS IS HALLOWEEN 💀
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One of their Halloween nights at Hogwarts !! Im really happy about this drawing i made of them, Just imagining the pranks that these three girls would do together 🤣
♡♡ @leiretta @shabthw - Monetta Varford
♡♡ @lisin-drw - Joslyn Wei
♡♡ @yoselin-uyu - Joshua Bennet
Them (´∩。• ᵕ •。∩`)
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ariparri · 1 year
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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! I’m so lucky to have come across many talented artists and I was happy to be part of this Hogwarts Mystery Christmas collaboration.
I got to draw Diego, because of course ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄ I had so much fun drawing this. I remember having a specific idea in mind but it wasn’t turning out how I hoped it would (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥`) And then I went through a few other ideas until I eventually settled for the snow globe. And of course I had to throw in my ship with him and Veruca (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)
Below are both versions of the collab! 💜❄️
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Make sure to check out all the wonderful artists that took part in this collab! ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶♡
• Penny Haywood - @mari-seaweed / mari_seaweed (IG)
• Skye Parkin - @lisin-drw
• Barnaby Lee - @sephysnu
• Severus Snape - @/sanae_sandyman
• Chiara Lobosca - @caw4brandon
• Female Rowan - @hphm-jeniferltheman
• Patricia Rakepick - @themilkshanghai
• Charlie Weasley - @/_jinreiko_
• Jae Kim - @yoselin-uyu
• Liz Tuttle - @/mathea_croquis
• Talbott Winger - @khamoise
• Bill Weasley - @/yukisou0423
• Merula Snyde - @akaryuga
• Tulip Karasu - @tojiriki
• Tonks - @/nerdqueen.art
And thank you Mari and @lisin-drw for hosting the collab, I hope to take part in another one again in the future! 💜
❌ NO REPOSTING ❌
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ace-of-anunnaki · 2 years
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Day 22: (behind again oops) Sul-pa-e
A god with poorly known character. Some have proposed an association with orchards and wild animals, but he also has an affiliation with an unidentified disease, and In astronomy is connected to the planet Jupiter. His best known role would be as the husband of Ninhursag. (Hence why it’s a joke that he’s a malewife)
His name translates to something like “the youth shining forth” so I decided to be a bit ironic and make him one of the few deities who chooses to look older.
As Ninhursags consort he is the father of Lisin and Ahsgi. (and two others who I didn’t draw)
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caw4brandon · 2 years
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Sadie X Joslyn-lite: You’re cute~
Joslyn: Thank you for spending time with me. I’m not good with words but I’m still grateful that you’re here, Sadie.
Sadie: Its ok...if words aren't your thing. How's this? 
*Sadie leans in and kisses Joslyn on the forehead*
*Joslyn blushes, tries to hide her face*
Joslyn: Waaa~ Too much, Sadie (O///O)
Sadie: hehe~ you’re cute.
*Joslyn breaks from her embarrassment and turns with a confident smirk*
Joslyn: No, you're cute!
*Joslyn pokes Sadie's cheek. Sadie fights back, attempting to pinch her.*
*Both girls giggle and laugh playfully*
This was a spontaneous idea I had in return to @lisindrw​’s adorable scene that she made of Sadie kissing Joslyn on the cheek. [Scene linked Here]
We both agreed to let our respective MCs be affectionate and cuddly but still respectful (to avoid Talbott’s jealous wrath) So please indulge in this sweet moment between the pair. 
Thank you Lisin once again for permitting me to put this up. This certainly has made me consider doing these kinds of drawings more to be personal and genuine.  
Hope it makes your day! 
- Caw4B -
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catbishonen · 6 years
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my boys rocking the monk hoodies from Anton Lisin 
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scarletarosa · 4 years
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Ninhursag
Mesopotamian goddess of the earth, motherhood, childbirth, fertility, nourishment, agriculture, and vegetation
Ninhursag (also called Damkina or Damgalnuna) is the wife of the god Enki and is known as the Mesopotamian mother of gods and humans. However, in few lesser-known texts, Ninhursag is described as the wife of Shul-pa-e, a minor god associated with the Underworld with whom she bore Asgi, Lisin, and Lil.  
Her name “Ninhursag” means 'Lady of the Sacred Mountain' and comes from the poem Lugale in which Ninurta, the god of war and hunting, defeats the demon Asag and his stone army and builds a mountain with their corpses. Ninurta then dedicates the glory of his victory to his mother, Ninmah ('Magnificent Queen') and renames her as Ninhursag. Other known names of hers are Nintud/Nintur ('Queen of the Birthing Hut'), Makh, Ninmakh, Mamma, Mama, and Aruru. To the Akkadians, she was known as Belet-ili ('Queen of the Gods'). In iconography she is represented by a sign that resembles the Greek symbol Omega, which is often accompanied by a knife; this is thought to represent the uterus and the blade used to cut the umbilical cord, symbolizing Ninhursag's role as mother goddess.
Another of Ninhursag’s early names, Ki or Kishar, identifies her as 'mother earth.' She was often prayed to by mothers in order to care for unborn children and to provide food once they were born. She is also one of the four creating deities with Anu, Enlil, and Enki. Ninhursag is also known as the midwife of the gods, and women would pray to her for assistance during childbirth.
Ninhursag was known as the Great Mother who protected all, both commoners and rulers, and it is said in hymns that the kings of Sumer were "nourished by the milk of Ninhursag". Although she was primarily seen as the protector of women and children, she was also the one who presided over conception, gestation, and birth. Ninhursag also appears in The Atrahasis where she fashions humans out of clay, mixed with the flesh, blood, and intelligence of one of the gods who had sacrificed himself for the creation of mankind. The Atrahasis also titles Enki as the creator of humans, who he decided to assign the task of maintaining the Earth in order to relieve the gods of extra strenuous labour. In this myth, when the great flood is released upon the world by Enlil in order to destroy the disruptive and chaotic humans, all the gods mourn but Ninhursag is specifically mentioned as crying over the death of her children. However, one human, Atrahasis, was saved by Enki in order to convince Enlil that they were worth protecting.
Mythology: In one myth, Enki and Ninhursag, the story of how Enki met the mother goddess is told. In the beginning of the world, it is described that there was a garden of paradise known as Dilmun. This garden was where the first humans were being nurtured until they were ready to leave and roam the Earth. Ninhursag, a young and vibrant goddess, was resting in this sacred garden for the winter after creating life throughout spring and summer. Enki sees her in the garden and falls deeply in love with her. They spend many nights together, and Ninhursag becomes pregnant. She births a daughter whom they name Ninsar ('Lady of Vegetation’) and she is blessed by her mother with abundant growth, causing Ninsar to mature into a woman in just nine days. However, when spring returns, Ninhursag leaves the garden Dilmun and returns to her duties.  
Enki soon becomes lustful towards Ninsar and so proceeds to seduce her and have sex, causing her to become pregnant with a daughter named Ninkurra (the goddess of mountain pastures). Ninkurra develops into a young woman in nine days just as Ninsar did, and Enki again becomes filled with desire and seduces her, causing the birth of a daughter named Uttu (goddess of spiders and weaving [both of clothing and fate]). Enki comes to the young goddess and grants her gifts of food from the garden and she joyously embraces him, allowing him to seduce her as well. Ninhursag later wipes the semen from Uttu’s body and with it, creates eight special plants, which Enki discovers and curiously decides to consume them.
Enki is now deathly ill, causing all the other gods to mourn, but none can heal him and grant him life except for Ninhursag, and she cannot be found. A fox appears, one of Ninhursag's animals, who knows where she is and goes to bring her back. Ninhursag rushes back to Enki's side, draws him close, and places his head against her vagina. She kisses him and asks him where his pain is, and each time he tells her, she draws the pain into her body and gives birth to another deity. The eight gods born were: Abu, god of plants and growth; Nintulla, Lord of Magan and god of copper and precious metals; Ninsitu; goddess of healing and consort of Ninazu; Ninkasi, goddess of beer; Nanshe, goddess of justice and divination; Azimua, goddess of healing and wife of Ningishida of the underworld; Emshag, Lord of Dilmun and god of fertility; and Ninti, 'the Lady of the rib,' who gives life. Enki is healed and repents for his carelessness in eating the plants. Ninhursag forgives him, and they return to their work in creation. This myth helps to show that Ninhursag is greatly powerful since she possesses the ability to bring death upon one of the most potent gods and since it is only she who can grant him back his life.
Personal experiences: Ninhursag is a deeply loving, generous, and motherly goddess who adores all of life; she does not hate any living beings as she views them all as her children. She loves everything no matter how dangerous or ugly it may seem to humans. Ninhursag is deeply saddened though over the state of the Earth and is angry over how humans are treating it and how they no longer respect her either. She weeps often over the planet’s suffering and tries her best to help in nourishing it. Ninhursag is also extremely peaceful and is not vindictive or a fighter, though she does hold great power. She is one of the aspects of Gaia, meaning that the planetary goddess (Gaia) created Ninhursag as one of her personality shards and then gave her free-will. Another of Gaia’s aspects is Demeter, who is extremely similar to Ninhursag, making them almost a complete energy-match. 
Regarding the myth of Enki and Ninhursag, Ninhursag has explained that Enki had not raped any of his children as some have misinterpreted, but that it was wiling sex between them. This was done not only out of desire, but also in order to create new deities by merging their own unique energies. This is something that many gods do, as they view sex differently from how humans see it. Gods view sex as a way to not only be pleasured, but also to create new gods from different combined energies, thus creating specific gods from the right matches. Due to this, many deities have lovers as well as a spouse, and do not view this as strange or as cheating. Additionally, the same thing goes for deities in regards to procreating with their own children, as it is different from it happening among humans and is seen by them as acceptable. 
During the myth when Enki was eating the plants, these were not from his own seed, but represented how Enki often would go around and devour various things during his youth in order to absorb knowledge on it. He did this with plants, animals, and even other deities, before unabsorbing them without harm. However, when he would do this with plants, it would kill them. Enki one day ended up devouring the special plants Ninhursag was growing safely in the garden of Dilmun, which caused them all to die. This greatly angered Ninhursag, who then cursed him to die, but soon calmed down and reverted this curse by healing him. 
Offerings: wine, beer, fresh water, cooked fish, eggs, fruit, tomatoes, peas, spinach, legumes, beetroots, potatoes, carrots, edible mushrooms, vegetarian foods, wheat, seeds, nuts, honey, loaves of bread, butter, parsley, bay leaves, sage, mint, pine resin, mastic resin, vanilla, myrrh, floral perfumes, cicada imagery, bird feathers, bird statuettes, cow horns, cow statuettes, all flowers, yarn, sewing needles, spools of thread, small clocks (not digital), silver bracelets, copper bracelets, all crystals (especially malachite, calcite, red jasper, carnelian, serpentine), Earth Mother statues  
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feral-fuqboi-danny · 4 years
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Indi lit rp blog for Dead by Daylight's Frank (Legion) & Danny (Ghostface)
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MUN is 21+
He / She / They, are all okay. You may call me Slash or Seji
Must be 18+ to interact / follow (minors please block)
There Will be dark themes / problematic topics. If that is not for you then Do Not Follow.
I am still a human, one who works, needs to relax and one who gets burnt out. If I take a while to reply or my replies aren't the best at any time, I am sorry. Just let me know you'd like more detail etc and I will do so. I will do my best to make replies timely, but do not be mad at me if it takes a while at times.
Interaction amongst any and all Horror genre encouraged and welcomed.
I do not do very explicit sexual one on one rp, for my irl partners sake, however, I am able to write fic / drabbles about my Characters and yours that are.
I encourage asks! Meme's! & Drabble requests!
I will try to draw for asks.
Both boys are bi! Male, Female, nonbinary OC's / characters are welcome to ship!
🔪Examples of what my Danny and Frank look like because I ✨dislike my own art style UwU✨
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Main au's, Hashtags and more of the boys under the cut
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Danny's Birthday : June 10 (I keep him around 35-40)
Frank's Birthday : August 3 (I keep him around 21-25)
#Turn off the lights - Nsfw / 18+ (Minors please blacklist / anyone underage seen interacting will be blocked)
#You drew that smile? - My art
#Danny's film roll - My Edits & gifs
#It's just a prank - Meme's
#Wazzup - Asks
#Writing on the walls - Replies / Rp
#Danny's Polaroids - Danny aesthetics
#Danny's Girl - Clare Archer Aesthetics
#Frank's Polaroids - Frank's aesthetics
#Frank's Girl - Meg Thomas Aesthetics
#Game Time - My in game screenshots
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Frank x Meg @bloodiedrunner MxF
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Danny x Clare @fiendish-insanity-in-the-written CxD
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You may ask my muse about their relationships!
Just because these are my main universe ships doesn't mean I won't RP with others!
#💖 - Main au
Headcanon for who I think Danny would look most like ⬇️ (Johannes Hubel)
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Cute art of my Ghostie by @crypticvestige 😭❤️
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Who I think looks most like my version of Frank (Anton Lisin)
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Est. Sep. 19. 2020
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spratslief · 7 years
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lisin-drw · 2 months
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Ref: 。
I tried other brushes 🖌️
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saintaugustinerp · 5 years
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Congratulations Jess! You have been accepted for the role of The Abettor with the faceclaim Anton Lisin. Please be sure to check out the accepted applicants checklist! Also be sure send us a link to your blog within the next twenty-four hours. Welcome to St. Augustine!
OUT OF CHARACTER
Name/alias: Jess Age (18+): 27 😭 (or I will be, you’re opening the day before my birthday!) Gender/Preferred pronouns: She/Her Timezone: EST  
IN CHARACTER
Desired Skeleton: The Abettor Character Name: Elias Jerabek Ballard Age (18+): 19 Gender/Pronouns: Cis Male, He/Him Hometown: Prague, Czech Republic/Brookline, Massachusetts Major: International Studies Desired Faceclaim: Anton Lisin
Character Blurb:
He stands on the platform like an out-of-place shadow—odd because he’s alone, when everyone knows where he belongs, stuck tight to the heels of another. He stands tall, a figure clad in black with a heavy brow and a tight-set mouth cutting through the bright and unforgiving splendor of the mountain backdrop. But it’s only an illusion, nothing more than a prey animal making itself foreboding and big. He’s not proud; everyone knows that he bows, and who to. It’s a pathetic thing, to stand in someone’s shadow, to come when called, to bite and snarl at their command—but if he didn’t, then who would even know his name? Better to belong to another, to be known and feared; than to be alone, invisible and unmoored.
Developed Head Canons:
FAMILY. When they whisper about him, they call him bastard. It isn’t true, or at least it isn’t fair: his mother was married to his father, but his father hadn’t told her that he had married another woman first. And his mother never found out, which Elias thinks might be kinder: she wasted away with cancer when Elias was just thirteen, and when he was sent to live with his father in America, he found he already had a family—one that there was little room for Elias in. One where he was less of a boy and more of a secret, an uncomfortable truth brought to light.
IDENTITY. Loss after loss after loss. He lost his mother. He lost the entire narrative of his life he had believed in up to that point. He lost his country. He lost his father, in a way, too: he’d seen him too little growing up, for he was very important, always traveling, but he’d always been doting when he was around—but he was better at loving Elias from a distance, maybe, better when his lives and his wives were kept separate, and when Elias needed him the most, all that affection was nowhere to be found. And, with all of these things slipping through his too-young fingers, he lost himself. Lacking an identity, he became bitter and snarling. Wanting someone to follow. Wanting someone to tell him who he is.
TEMPER(MENT). He never got used to America. Never learned how to be winsome and sweet, even though he knew he should have, never figured out how to endear himself to his father’s real wife and half-siblings. Instead he’d learned to be quiet: that way he’d never say anything wrong; that way no one could make fun of his accent. But while he didn’t speak much, he did snarl, walking through the halls of his high school or his father’s Massachusetts home with a mulish set to his jaw and hard cast to his shoulders, ready to respond to the simplest slight. He was aimless, and he was angry—or maybe he was just hurt.
ATHLETICS. He found himself on the soccer field, in school in Massachusetts. He got good grades, worked hard at his classes even when it felt like he was starting behind—(who needed multiple years of just American history?)—did it to try and make his father proud. But soccer was something he did just for himself: an outlet, something physical that took him out of his head; a game, something that felt easy when everything else felt too hard. He was an aggressive player, sometimes too aggressive for his posh and polite private school, not to mention the similarly prim schools they played. He was disappointed to find that Augustine didn’t have a team, but he set his mind to transferring his skills to rugby instead. He got laughed off the field during tryouts his first year, but in his second, has finally made the team.
AUGUSTINE. If he were following in the footsteps of his father, a career diplomat and former Ambassador who guest lectures as Harvard in his retirement, he would have set his sights there, or on another American Ivy. But his father already had two children doing just that, and so Elias set his sights elsewhere: on returning to Europe, and to Augustine. He wants to make his father proud, wants to recapture the doting affection his father had lavished upon him in his youth, but he thinks it might be easier to do from a distance. Thinks that the greatest gift he might be able to give him—(and for the rest of his father’s family, which had never come to feel like Elias’)—would be to separate himself from them once again. To carve his own path.
Writing Sample:
(End of the school year, last year)
When Elias was a first year, he was a fool. Wearing that sweater, holding it close like Augustine could be his salvation. How embarrassing, practically asking to be hazed, to be one of the first years plucked from youthful obscurity and, crest over his heart, enticed toward the frigid lake with pretty promises that he was all too eager to believe in. And, more fool he, he had gone.
Now—(on the cusp of his second year, with that night at the lake like a dark veil pulled over his formerly rosy vision)—he wouldn’t be caught dead in it. Nor could he. He knows what’s soaked into those fibres, old blood dark and matted in the knit. A tell-tale heart shoved into the dark depths of his closet, where it has stayed ever since that night. He can’t bear to look at it. Can bear even less the thought of someone finding it. Has thought more than once of asking, of begging, to be told what to do with it—if only he could bring himself to speak of it. But he can’t. It’s his problem alone to solve. And, surely, he could manage that much.
He’d longed for its warmth, once it was gone. Standing in the clearing with his jaw clenched and every muscle tensed, trying not to let his teeth chatter or shivers to wrack his frame, even though it was a losing prospect, even though the gooseflesh was plain to see, what with all of it—(all of him)—on display. He’d folded it neatly, then, placed it with care in a pile with his other shed clothes on top of a rock so that the damp from the snowy ground wouldn’t seep into it.
He’d pulled it back on with less care, hands numbed by more than just the cold. Jaw clenched against something else, too, that might have been a scream or might have just been tears. But he hadn’t been pathetic before, had been willing—before the Good Samaritan intervened, both kind and useless—to wade out into the frozen lake to prove himself tough, to prove himself worthy, to never admit to his fear. Why did he have to interfere?
That spark of anger warms him, as he takes his spot without complaint, shoving his arms underneath the lifeless corpse and heaving it into his arms, unheeding of the lifeless head that shifts with their every stumbling step, knocking into him and marking him in dark red, smeared across that once-proud crest. How senseless, how useless—he’s wading out into the water anyway, and his hastily pulled-on clothes make no difference, the cold of it still stings like thousands of tiny needles driving into his skin.
He hasn’t been back to the lake, not since that night. Had stumbled back to the school with his pants soaked to the knees with icy water, that stained sweater feeling hot like a brand against his chest. He’d ripped everything off and hidden it away. Never looked at it again, tried to let it fade from his memory—(out of sight, out of mind)—like the body swallowed by the lake.
But things buried, in lakes or in closets, don’t always stay that way. The dark water that had swallowed Frederick Wells had spit him back out again, and so there’s no reason to think that anything Elias buried that same night might not meet the same fate. And so there’s only one thing to do: destroy it. He hasn’t been back to the lake, not since that night, but as the year draws to a close and nothing of Frederick Wells left unfound, he can’t imagine a place more private.
It looks different after the spring thaw. His breath doesn’t fog in the air, his feet sink slightly not in hard-packed snow but in ground made soft by snowmelt. Alive, despite what happened there in January. It still fills him with some unnamed emotion—like a memory of the cold of that night, the terror, the guilt that had only crept in after.
He finds a section of brush that’s dry enough for the sweater to catch when he sets it alight. Watches it burn, leaves nothing but ashes behind. Back in his room, his bags are packed, ready for a summer in Massachusetts that will be both a welcomed reprieve and interminable.
He doesn’t linger.
Other: Pinterest board [here]
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yoselin-uyu · 2 years
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Hi Joshua! ♧ please (>人<)~
HellooOo !! Thanks for asking ! (◕ᴗ◕✿)
You're my: (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )
MY BELOVED FRIEND THAT ILSM
How I met you: (づ。◕‿‿◕。)づ
It was with the mini comic of lisin ° i was like a little kid "wanna be friends?" And you said YES and im so happy about it tysm !!
Why I follow you: ╰(*´︶`*)╯
At first it was becouse i saw your art with lisin, i mean why no ? You draw AMAZING and Maya is so cute and lovely !!! And Dont forget about the girl that is behind her, you !! I totally like you too !!
Your blog is: 🤍✨🌼
It gives me such a pure and maybe inocent vibes probably becouse its white !!
Your URL & icon is: (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*.✧
We can find our lovely MAYA WINTERS in your beautiful artsyle !!! She and Andre have a unique fashion !!
A random fact I know about you: ◉‿◉
That you draw with a mouse i mean WHAT you make it sound so easy !!! AND that Maya has a sixth sense like the movie !! Thats Way to cool !!!
General opinion: <( ̄︶ ̄)>
Your art is so pure, clean and bright !! The eyes are my FAV. part they look so shinee, your lineart is wonderfull and i love that you draw mc's game friends AND mc's mc friends !! You get me ? XD
A random thought I have: (。•̀ᴗ-)✧
If maya like's horror things do you like them too ? I mean i like them !!
I love that even if it takes time you draw others mc and you support other artist in this fandom pls keep it up gurl i need to see more of your beautiful art !!
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allenvooreef · 7 years
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Day 375 - portrait study of a picture of Anton Lisin
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iamserylis · 7 years
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"Листы для раскрашивания" Стоимость одного листа для раскрашивания на заказ 2500 руб. Листы выполняются только с рисунков, представленных в группе. Художник Лисин С.А., г Казань "Sheets for coloring" The cost of one sheet for coloring to order 2500 rubles. Sheets are executed only from drawings presented in the group. Painter Lisin S.A., Kazan https://vk.com/watercolourserylis https://vk.com/musiccustomkazan
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lisin-drw · 4 months
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🎇 Happy New Year 🎇
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Hi! Long time no see. Sorry for not being active last year. It was a tough year for me, but I'm okay now. I still have much love for hphm and want to keep on making fanart for it. There's a lot I haven't told about my hphm mc, and I hope I will be able to draw more about her this year. Thank you for being here with me. Wish you all a happy new year ☺️☺️🧡
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