Lots of fandoms, but these days mostly Pokemon all day every day.
FC: 0619-3897-9832, IGN: Phoebe
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Socially conscious fun-ruining type.
Also shiny shit and pretty things.
might i add that around 120 of those 141 works are in fact m/m fanfictions with a bait f/f pairing added in the tags
rly sketchy not at all cleaned up doodles of some thg girls i like
i’m rereading the series now and rue’s interview dress was described as having wings so i wanted to draw her gosh what a poor little bird
glimmer’s dress was like a gold see-through gown and i saw something on tumblr that inspired me so i wanted to draw her i have absolutely no reason to like district 1 as much as i do they’re such douchebags with dumb names but i love them all (it’s also worth noting that katniss says that nudity is very often utilized when dressing up tributes pre-games casual reminder that all tributes are children this shit is so fucked up)
and johanna because she’s my fave idk how she ended up naked but oh well also she’s a lumberjack don’t tell me otherwise i won’t listen
So to get to 51% of the electorate the Republicans are going to have to pull some votes from previously offended demographics.
the greatest part of yesterdays episode. now wheres the womens part?
She kills it every single time on that show. Every. Single. Time.
SPARKLE SPARKLE MOTHER FUCKER.
I don’t think I should be allowed to draw Sylveon anymore, because i just jack the colors up to eye-searing.
May those who accept their fate be granted happiness.
May those who defy their fate be granted glory.
Tyzula - Be Still, by Aurora Lynne
Sorry, I got angsty feels while listening to The Killers… Plus, that voice acting made by fallenfirebender i.i I’m still moved…
In case you didn’t hear it: http://fallenfirebender.tumblr.com/post/63661313989
And there’s also my favorite Tyzula fic, Chasing the Dragon, by Kyrie Vali. It’s always an inspiration to my Tyzula pieces.
I just have too many Azula feels i.i Thank you girls for making me sweat through my eyes… Hope you like it.
aveline in the morning, rising before the sun. donnic reaches over, connecting her freckles one to the other, when in the night, he kissed her scars.
fenris, naked in the glow of hearthlight. ‘i am nothing but scars,’ he says. but a voice that sounds a little like hawke’s insists, no. not nothing.
leliana, undressing for bed, touching the scars given to her by marjolaine. it’s a song she sings without a melody, without words. all songs are scars, memories in the blood.
isabela letting her scars show, the ones on her thighs, the ones on her arms, the little nick below her throat—each one an attempt on her life, each one an affirmation of the life that laughed back.
oghren, beard undone in the night. he has a scar. a scar named branka. a scar named felsi. a scar named regret. you raise those scars better than your own sodding children. you sleep with them. you can’t leave them behind.
zevran, learning to hide them, even from himself. until a warden’s fingertips land against one in the shadows between his ribs, a touch so gentle on that unfeeling skin. the skin around it is more sensitive. there’s a lesson to be learned in that.
merrill, who supposes scars are words carved into the bark of trees with a rusty blade; scars are vallaslin, worn for a purpose; scars are histories, the best stories, the paw print of a great wolf prowling through the distant trees.
alistair, who doesn’t think much about scars. unless people themselves can be scars, in which case… well, he never stops thinking about duncan, really.
sebastian, with too many scars to count on his fingers. you could name them, one after another, fletched in arrows released, arrows relentless. one for a mother. a father. a brother. one for family. duty. honor.
varric, polishing bianca. ‘there’s a scratch on you,’ he says gently. ‘ah, well. gives you character.’
anders, giver of scars and mender of flesh.
morrigan, a scar herself, left in a crack on a mirror’s glass.
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