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Trying to get the hang of drawing beautiful faces. Lost most of the time on waves of... waves instead :D

Getting carried away on my vacation.

I never really liked Jespar, yet here I am, drawn in by the way everything was concluded.

You awoke to the silence, a deathly, cold peace, Your helmet in ruins, from all men released. Just the ache in your body, the woods dark and deep, And the symbol of heaven, a secret it keeps.

I liked the veiled angels so much that I had to make another one. *ugly sobbing over my forlorn angel*

That scene was on everyone's mind all summer, and I was no exception

This picture has worn me out. High key is so hard for me to pull off.

Lord Sha’arnez so Genash, a dragonrider.

What if everything felt too real? *Throws angst and runs away*

Danza de la muerte. --- I picked the right Dellamorte 🗡️ Kind of adding the drama to the Opera House.

And here we go. What am I doing to myself again?.. I had no chances, really.

"Yes", - The man turns away slightly to clear his throat. The room starts to get noticeably warmer.

Touching Heinrix's frozen body is painful. It feels as if you are embracing a block of ice. Steeling yourself, you wrap your arms around him. Slowly, very slowly, the otherworldly chill begins to retreat from the air around you. A flicker of life appears in Heinrix's face — his eyelids blink in exhaustion, he pulls a ragged breath in past his blue lips, and violent tremors wrack his body. "I remember. I remember being on the deck… the officer… the breach…" He stares back at you. "And I remember that out of all the places on the ship, I came here. To you." --- I died there. Just... I can't help myself.