You’re Still The Only One

Look at my family dawg i’m going to mental institute

Born of fire, never been

Black clouds of smoke hung heavy in the sky and smothered the last light of day. The earth still glowed from the fury of battle, ash danced through the air like shadows of the past.

She stood alone. No crown, no cloak - only the scars of war on her skin.

She had won. All enemies had fallen, every threat had been extinguished.

But the cost was unspeakable. Even her own people had been swept away by the violence that had been unleashed - lost in a storm that she herself had ignited.

The island was hers - but what was once alive now lay in ashes. No rejoicing, no shouting, no life. Just scorched earth and a painful silence.

And in this silence she stood - victor of a war she had paid too dearly for.

She felt the wind on her skin, tasted the dust in the air, felt the weight of her guilt - alive, deep, human.

But above her, strange apparitions flickered in the sky - pixelated, erratic, artificial. She did not see them.

She didn't realise that she was just a game character, created in a virtual world. A simulation of life, characterised by pain and triumph.

For her, everything was real. And maybe… it was. ---------------------- Done in Illustrator and Photoshop

flowers growing from the dead, cold things becoming warm 🌸

bookmark design for my claudia's diary replicas <3

"Why? Why do you care?"

Redrawing this. It was the second ever Stormlight scene I drew, from one listening on the audiobook, and I didn't much like it even before I got the kindle version and realised how far off my depiction was. So now, have a sufficiently wet and miserable Kaladin. And a very cute Syl.

The Final Empire read-through thumbnails 19 - 40 Vin bonding with Kelsier over Mare's drawing of a flower, talking to Marsh and Ham about Allomancy, rumors at Fellise and at balls, the secret army and the pewter drag (ending with Vin's hangover)

My hormonal cycle as a uterus having human being is fucking torturous and hellish to experience

Like what do you mean I'm gonna have a whole 3 days in a row where I cry about anything that slightly upsets me, and I'm way more likely to be upset by fucking everything?

Pair this with, my titties HURT, and I'm so hungry but I don't have the energy to make myself food. I want a hug and I want to scream and I'm tired but I can't sleep. And I swear to God if my boyfriend isn't hypersensitive to my plight and doesn't dote on me I won't be able to go on.

do you hear me? YOU LOST HER. you’ve trapped her in a human body. SHE’LL GO MAD.

What was this interview even about

Sir Terry Pratchett is a master of the written word but he ain’t shit for the way he trained me to accept dumb naming conventions because i got three missed calls on my phone from Scam Likely and I spent like half a day wondering who I knew named Scam.