In a great hall with pillars hewn out of the living stone sat the Elvenking on a chair of carven wood. On his head was a crown of berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again. In the spring he wore a crown of woodland flowers. In his hand he held a carven staff of oak.

klapollo…

ok decided to draw this too. now…… i must nap

klapollo…

In a great hall with pillars hewn out of the living stone sat the Elvenking on a chair of carven wood. On his head was a crown of berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again. In the spring he wore a crown of woodland flowers. In his hand he held a carven staff of oak.

no clue what to do with these bois so ill leave em here

There is this thing in a book written about one who goes to find his true love and realising he has to learn to love himself first in order to love one another. I find it suit Nezha a lot so here is a painting about it :”>

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[image is a drawing of nezha, a boy with a determined scowl, leaping down from the sky, encased in flame; aobing, a young man in hanfu, stands in a whirlpool, commanding the waves and gazing up as if distraught.]

Introducing my new hyperfixation

by Noah-Kh

This made me so fucking angry I have to inflict it on all of you.