chaos ⋆˙⟡

63 years of my cinnamon apple…my habibi…my angel…the wind beneath my wings….

- Hold my son.

toy house

Depressed how little I’ve interacted with HOA for the past months.

Some exploration of Zain's appearance.

Oops I dropped my stupid gay idiot marine doodles

Though one may hear the stories and assume her a beacon among the lands - some separate piece of purity, separate from the accursed rock, this could not be further from the truth. She is built from the rock, skilfully formed from it. Whether by the hand of some god, or some master craftsmen. The blood river seemingly flows partially from her hands, as though she is cradling it - just another thing for her to guide on its way. To divest this statue of her surroundings would be to divest her of her nature - guidance to all that may seek it.

I have a limited number of fancy beads to do stuff like this with, most of my supply is pony beads and seed beads, but I wanted to try my hand at making a bracelet for each album :)