the-whimsical-wizard
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I like that at some point a human looked at a sheep and went ‘oh man that looks warm, I wish I was that warm’ and then stole all its hair
I like that at some point a human looked at a sheep and went ‘oh man that looks warm, I wish I was that warm’ and then stole all its hair
Packing just the necessary basics
Some black and white WIP of Commune Viktor.
I did it in color but also like this version too. I need to finish it
So in English class we had to draw a scene from The Great Gatsby. After the drawings were done the teacher was showing them to the class, and one drawing was a pic of Gatsby reaching towards at the green light, but in the drawing Gatsby didn’t have hands. So my teacher starts saying something like how this picture has hidden meaning and portrays the helplessness Gatsby feels, and the kid next to me just casually says “I can’t draw hands.”
So in English class we had to draw a scene from The Great Gatsby. After the drawings were done the teacher was showing them to the class, and one drawing was a pic of Gatsby reaching towards at the green light, but in the drawing Gatsby didn’t have hands. So my teacher starts saying something like how this picture has hidden meaning and portrays the helplessness Gatsby feels, and the kid next to me just casually says “I can’t draw hands.”
What they don’t say is how the storm doesn’t knock on the door. It gets into your shoes, climbs into your lungs, you try to smile but your face doesn’t know how, you try to speak but your throat is filled with water and people keep telling you it’ll pass but what they mean is: "they hope you survive it"
they mean: "please stay long enough to see the sun again" and you nod because it’s easier than saying “I’m already gone.”
But you keep walking or crawling, or dragging yourself by your own breath. You make it through a minute and another and a thousand more. You don’t even notice the moment the storm starts to pass. You just look up one day and the sky is…not clear, but softer.
You laugh and it doesn’t feel like lying.
You cry and it feels like release, not drowning.
And no, you don’t remember how you survived. You don’t remember each battle you had with your own mind or the nights you wanted to disappear.
but you’re still here and that means something, even if your voice trembles, even if you don’t know what comes next.
You stayed.
You stayed.
You stayed.
I want to break clocks and I wanna bend fate
but time runs fast and I'm always late
I want to sing suns and I want to bleed light
but my voice is a whisper and my hands hold tight
I want to fly worlds and I want to touch grace
but my wings are stitched and I'm stuck in place
I want to be everything and I want to be free
but the mirror just shows a quieter me
While putting your favorite condiment on a sandwich, you accidentally make a magical occult symbol and summon a demon.
oh she KNOWS
Paint the town blue Riots all around you
kinda funny when english teachers say stuff like “i can tell if you didnt read the book” or “i can tell when people bs their paper”
no you cant. you can tell when people are bad at bs-ing their paper. i didnt even read the sparknotes and i barely skimmed the wikipedia and you gave me an A. you kneel before my throne unaware that it was born of lies
kinda funny when english teachers say stuff like “i can tell if you didnt read the book” or “i can tell when people bs their paper”
no you cant. you can tell when people are bad at bs-ing their paper. i didnt even read the sparknotes and i barely skimmed the wikipedia and you gave me an A. you kneel before my throne unaware that it was born of lies
When people talk about travelling to the past, they worry about radically changing the present by doing something small, but barely anyone in the present really thinks that they can radically change the future by doing something small.
Me: I need a library card, but I just moved so I don’t have an ID with my address or any mail with it.
Librarian: -slides me a blank library postcard- Write your address on this like it would be mailed to you.
Me: Sure?
Librarian: -takes it back- Great! Now we have mail with your address on it!
Me: …does it really work that way?
Librarian: the rules don’t say it DOESN’T work that way. Here’s your new library card!
reblog if ur lgbt and have a bad eyesight
trying to prove a point to my oculist
she was never a jinx.
i feel like people forget that vander immediately recognized her as warwick even after all the years and how much they both had changed. she was silco's daughter, but his little girl, too.
just some of the the changes in design for the Penguin Symbol on old Penguin Paperbacks
Done!
Quick sketch of Viktor ~
Painting Silco in process
When i saw this picture, the thought about Viktor stuck in my mind
I needed to do it
Reference:
Demetra, Opera III, Ercolano, 1992
Mimmo Jodice
Some angles of Jinx without "shimmer light"
The painting process of Jayviks, Silco and commission ~
"Viktor"
My second work for the event "The Art of Arcane: Exhibition & Panel" in Gallery Nucleus ✨
Sketch is done ✨
A skeleton warrior lumbers toward the town gates, unarmed, holding a wooden sign: “I come in peace. Need a necromancer to take a look at my friend.” Behind him, a second skeleton is missing a head and trying very hard to keep up.