i just made this oc for art fight and i just had to share it cus im so in love with her, she's so perfect. also gives me the excuse to make one of my characters have lore based on events in the netherlands and also to speak dutch. im so proud of her
purple and yellow flowers
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you gifted me these purple and yellow flowers
your hands bleeding from picking them
yet smiling at me telling me i was yellow and you were purple
how my heart fluttered at the thoughtful gift, holding them
now dead are these purple and yellow flowers
forever stuck in time, sitting in a gin and tonic bottle on my desk
i wonder if you ever think back at the yellow flowers
how that night when you gifted me the flowers you told me
"its nothing romantic"
but then again, why else would you caress me like that
why else would you hold me against you as you press a kiss to my jaw, cheek and then lips
now its been three months and i stare at these purple and yellow flowers
wondering how much of your words had been true
you had said so many things to me, not sure which were lies and which were the truth
now each time i see purple and yellow flowers i wonder about you
-F
started working on a copia comfort thingy but im so anxious to do the line art because i know it will fuck it up
<3
My mjolnir pendant is so important to me. It's a constant reminder of my Gods and my ancestors in my soul at all times.
It's holy to wear but it's also holy to live with. My partner and I kiss on my bed and mjolnir swings into his teeth on accident and we laugh, and someone else, some ancient lovers with the same faith, have done that before.
You are loved by the Gods. Every part of you is loved and will always be, no matter what you do.
copia giving you all a goodnight kiss
i tried my best
<3
i just caught my father listening to mary on a cross and i was just like 😮
and he has it on repeat. i dont know what to think about this.
I wonder what conversations they had in that cave.
I wonder if when Sigyn's arms shook and burned, when stinging sweat dripped into her eyes, if Loki sung her stories and spun her winding jokes to make her laugh.
I wonder if she sang back to him as she had to remove the bowl to empty it, if she reminded him of fields of flowers and the sun on their skin, of days without pain, and soothed him through the worst of his trembling.
I wonder if they cried together, if Loki couldn't help wrapping his fingers around his bindings, getting as close to his child as he could. I wonder if they spent hours, silent, sitting together in their grief.
I wonder if they laughed together, if they reminisced in the past and planned for the future, if they knew that this would not be forever.
I wonder if they processed anger together, if they softened together, so they knew that one day in the far future, they would be able to forgive if not forget.
idk i just wonder about them a lot
Cunk on Nirn Part 3: I had to this iconic bit