I drew Vessel, from Sleep Token... I'm not very good at drawing, but I wanted to try out some pens I was given to draw with.
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@niennavardamir
I drew Vessel, from Sleep Token... I'm not very good at drawing, but I wanted to try out some pens I was given to draw with.

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Painting an ocean-themed series with acrylics 🫧🐋🌊💜
~ 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ~
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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬:
𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬
𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!
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You come home from a day of work. Today was…pretty good. Not too tiring, no rude or annoying customers. You open your bedroom door, setting your bag by the bed and changing into comfy clothes: a simple tang top and shorts.
You weren’t too sleepy, and it was a Friday, so you didn’t have any work tomorrow anyway. So, you sat down by your desk, turning your lamp on and pulling out a blank sheet of paper and a sharpened number two pencil from inside your bag. You always kept spares just in case you got bored.
(I’m just gonna headcanon MC likes sketching 🥹)
You pressed your pencil against the paper, pausing. You rested your cheek against your palm, sighing softly. Your mind always went blank when it came to drawing on the spot. You were thinking for a hot minute when you remembered…you haven’t seen Pierrot today.
Or yesterday. Or the day before. It’s been about a week since you’ve seen him. You were a little concerned and worried. Was he alright? You subconsciously started doodling him, but your mind was still occupied on why he wouldn’t have come see you.
You lean back against your chair and dropping your pencil, giving up on the doodling. Should you go back to the circus tonight? Just to see if he’s alright? I mean, you have his red ticket, so——
Mid thought, you heard your screen door open, and Pierrots large figure stepped inside. Relief washed over you.
“M-my dear…” He begun.
“Where have you been? I’ve been worried about you.”
His heart skipped a beat? Y-you? Were worried about…him? A faint blush appeared on his cheeks. He was shamed that he left without warning, but also pleased that you missed him. “I-I know…but I can explain…please…” He took a step closer.
You turn your chair completely to face him, arms crossed defiantly. “You better.”
“Jester…he said you were problematic. That you were getting in the way. He said I needed to focus on the circus, not a human crush, but…” His blush deepened as he continued, his voice starting to tremble as a cheeky grin slowly crossed his porcelain face. “H-how could I possibly stop seeing you, my dear…you’re so addicting…it’s like you’re pulling me closer by just existing…my body and my heart can’t physically go without you…I need you, my dear, I—“ You cut him off.
“Okay, okay, I get it. But at least give me a warning this time.”
He brightens. “Of course, my dear. Anything for you.” He takes your acceptance as an invitation to get closer. He walks over to you with surprisingly quiet footsteps for someone covered in bells and so tall. He peeks over to look at your doodles, freezing when he sees a little sketch that looks extremely close to him.
You look over and realize you still had the sketches on the desk in plain sight. Your face flushes a deep red as you quickly snatch the paper and crumble it up, throwing it across the room. “Um…that’s nothing.” You lie quickly.
His smile widens. “D-did you draw me, my dear?” He asks, clearly flattered. His gloved hand goes to his mouth to cover his smile, tilting his head slightly.
“N-No! I just got bored, okay?”
“Whatever you say, my dear.”
He leans down to inspect your face, making you freeze and lean away slightly. “You’re blushing.” He inspects quietly.
“No I’m not.”
“Yes you are. I can see it, right there.” He points to your very obvious rosy cheeks.
“Whatever. Did you just come here to tell me you didn’t die or something?”
His smile falters slightly. “I-I suppose so, my dear…but also to tell you how much I’ve missed you. To tell you how much I’ve been dreading for you. To hear your voice, to feel your touch, to see your beautiful eyes. To hear your heart racing every time I get close.”
“…you’re weird.”
“I get that a lot.” No hesitation in denying. He leans in even closer, his hands going to rest on either side of the desk, caging you in.
“But it sounds like a gift coming from you, my dear…”
You just stare at his blown pupils for a moment before clearing your throat and standing hesitantly. “Well, you’ve stated your case so…you can shoo now…”
He doesn’t move. Just stares down at you. You shift uncomfortably, waiting for him to do something. Finally, he looks down at his feet, looking like a kicked puppy.
“M-my dear…?”
“What?”
“May I…” He meets your eyes again. “May I just…lay down with you and…hold your hand?” He sounds so hesitant to ask that, like he was asking for your hand in marriage. Crazy how he can openly admit he’s crazy for you, but is so nervous to ask for something as simple as cuddling.
You sigh. “Pierrot…” You know it’s been a couple days since you’ve last seen him, and you know he’s missed you a lot. And you’ve missed him a little bit too.
“Fine. But only for a little bit.”
His face lights up immediately and he grabs your waist, practically tossing you onto the bed, making you gasp and bounce onto the mattress. He climbed in next to you, getting as close as he possibly can.
He wraps his arms around you tightly, nuzzling his face into your neck. He was actually very warm. Surprisingly so.
“Words can’t describe how much I’ve missed you, my dear…” He sounds so lost. So quiet. So desperate for love.
Your hand hesitantly reaches up to pet him, running your fingers through his silky hair. He practically starts purring, a deep blush spread across his face.
“M-my dear…that feels…so good…” His hand trails up to grab your free one, intertwining your fingers together, squeezing lightly. His thumb caresses your knuckle subconsciously.
For the next few moments, none of you spoke. You drifted off a couple times. You told Pierrot he could only stay for a little bit, but this felt…too good. Too natural.
Then suddenly, you felt his lips press against your shoulder. Than your neck. Not biting or marking just…kisses. Delicate, gentle, kisses.
He trailed up toward your jaw, then your chin, then the corners of your mouth before finally, slowly placing his lips against yours.
He hummed contentedly against your lips, his hand still locking yours against his. He cocked his head a little, pouring all love and tenderness into the kiss.
When he finally pulled back, you were both a bit breathless. He rested his forehead against yours. “I love you, my dear…”
“I love you too, Pierrot…”
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𝐇𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐆 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈’𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐘𝐀! 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎! ★

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Hi there, today I’m here to show you my creative process and my first acrylic painting (I paint as a hobby, I don’t study techniques). I got the little fish from a drawing Rafayel did on Love And Deepspace; I liked them so much that I sketched them onto the canvas and painted them 💜
I usually paint with watercolours, so this is all very new to me... Acrylics dry so quickly 😬
Ticket Taker's dancing for us(^3^)/
(I forced him)
[Who do you wanna see in next animations?]
2nd Gen TFC: part 1
I've been thinking about a time when they're more comfortable in life... (thanks Jester’s son)
Cropped below!!:
Pierrot?
A travelling circus in town – it’s about to leave. It’s a shame I couldn’t go and see the shows 😭 Although when I saw it, I couldn’t help thinking of Pierrot and Ticket Taker 🤣

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My cat, Uranus.
Cementerio
Me gusta visitar los cementerios, observar las lápidas con nombres desconocidos y las fotos en cada una de ellas; a veces imagino sus historias, sus problemas, me pregunto si se habrán ido por una enfermedad, un accidente, un desaire con la vida misma... Hasta que llego a esas particulares historias... Los niños.
¿Quién puede llegar a imaginar que un alma tan joven y llena de vida termine en un lugar como ese? Cuánta angustia, ver las fotos de esos rostros que con el tiempo se van borrando. Algunos de hace cien años, otros más recientes y quizás duelan más los contemporáneos, porque son quienes más reciben visitas, quienes más juguetes, flores y pequeños recuerdos guardan en sus altares a la vida tan corta que los acunó.
Reflexiono que fui niña alguna vez y que esa etapa se fue tan rápido... en cómo papá y mamá envejecen, cómo los años pasan y el tiempo no perdona ni se detiene para nadie.
El humano es un ser curioso: puede ser autodestructivo, vil, mañoso y egoísta... Pero también puede ser amable, empático y sentimental. Cuando paseo por los cementerios, nada de eso importa: ¿Quiénes fueron esas personas? ¿Por qué ya no los visitan? ¿Fueron buenos o malos? Ya no importa... Porque están muertos. Muchos olvidados por el eco del reloj, las generaciones avanzan y muchos de ellos ni siquiera están en las memorias e historias de los miembros de la familia. ¿Quién era ese niño en la foto que vi en aquella lápida y era tan parecido a un niño que una vez conocí y hoy en día es casi un adulto? ¿Quizás serían parientes? Es interesante y un poco aterrador cómo la gente puede parecerse... Y ese niño que falleció hace 45 años, que aún recibe flores, que su lugar de descanso sigue limpio y su foto conservada, ¿Por qué se habrá ido tan joven?
A veces habrá incógnitas que nunca podremos responder.
Me gusta visitar los cementerios y hablarle a los muertos interiormente, a aquellos olvidados por el tiempo, aquellos que hoy nadie recuerda, porque todos en algún momento terminaremos así... Olvidados a medida que las generaciones sigan avanzando y nuestra huella se vaya borrando. Nuestra vida no importa para el resto, pero lo es todo para nosotros; así que deberíamos encargarnos de vivir, recordar a quienes con cariño acompañamos y nos acompañaron durante la vida. Porque la vida es efímera y es nuestra.
Nienna Vardamir.

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I’ve got a telescope for my phone, but I can never seem to get the photos to come out sharp. They always end up blurry, but at least I’m giving it a go.
TFC - Why I like the (main) characters ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Wanted to share this while I finish my other drawings! And also just wanted to express my thoughts and feelings about these amazing characters and how they forever changed my brain chemistry.
IMPORTANT NOTE: THESE ARE JUST MY OPINIONS, NOTHING IS CANON, DO NOT ATTACK ME, PEACE AND LOVE 🙏👍✌️
Ahah, guess who I like more.
Gosh, I love this story so much...
Sadly this is not enough for everyone... I would need at least half-a-notebook to write down everything.