There's always another secret

Vin illustration for the Mistborn Deckbuilding Game!

Screw the fight, we heard our mortal enemy laugh.

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

omg, lovely question probably everything my friends make (online or college or even my family) its incredible how friend groups always have their own little art feedback loop going on & they dont even realize like it all merges together..🙏 Magical when this happens

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

anything related to textile arts🥹🥹 so so mesmerizing & real truly any form of 3D art you can hold..oh. Definetly fashion. actual clothing. i want to make clothes one day. that would be insane.🙏 oh and MAKEUP!,bodypainting! wow there is so much i really cant list anything there are infinite disciplines all incredible to witness thank god! There is so much!

I've already posted about the cosmere community, but now tumblr has added the ability to generate an invite link! So you can just send this post around to whoever wants in and they can click to join.

Kelsier, reading the Lord Ruler’s journal: Wow, so he was a man with doubts once..just like me. Fascinating. This only heightens the tragedy of what he’s become.

“The Venture main hall was a grand and imposing sight. Four or five daunting stories high, the hall was several times as long as it was wide. Enormous, rectangular stained-glass windows ran in rows along the hall, and the strange, powerful lights outside shone on them directly, throwing a cascade of colors across the room.” (Brandon Sanderson, Mistborn)

“It was a warm summer night. The kind that brings an inescapable humidity with its heat, leaving materials sticky, and the walls were almost bleeding, haunted-house style. Bleeding, like the corpses hanging from their crucifixes, adorning the streets of a certain town with their mangled flesh and broken circuits.

Behind Dante, the door to the Sinners’ rooms opened and interrupted their thoughts. They were a little surprised to see Sinclair standing there.

Sinclair. The one who survived, the prodigal son of the tragedy at N. Corp., and the very eye of the storm of it.”

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