Sword - Blog Posts
i'm sure i have some mutual who will enjoy a sword post
Gripping a sword overview
♒️ Felix Aguado and the Chalice Celestiales (a magic cup that can transform into a water sword “The Ganymede Gladius”)
♈️ Marcus Pascal Laine
Fun fact: I actually have a sword
Like I just casually have one in my bedroom behind my door
Also I'm ace
Squiddo with sword!!
Does anyone know if there is like, a month long class where I can forge my own sword? I want to forge a sword REAL bad, or just in general know how to make swords yaknow.
Donna as a knight
Day 29 of drawing Donna everyday until she gets put into Fortnite
Taking requests to keep it going
Creds-C0HR on Pinterest
First illustration project of the semester!!!!! <3 <3
The project was a bit of a free for all, but we had a list of prompts we could work with if we were struggling with ideas. I chose "A knight who has lost everything."
“there is a violence between words”
i’m all about short lines that just sound good these days, it just sounds….cool
It’s difficult to do space colors in colored pencils. Especially when you cannot think about colors. But this is what I got for today.
I don't know if anyone's done this yet cause I'm not in the PP fandom, I haven't seen it, but since watching SNL I can't unsee this whenever I get the ad for it so suffer with me.
I made this in 5 minutes while I made mac n cheese don't @ me over quality just enjoy.
Our newest single VILLAIN is now available across all digital platforms. Much love to everyone involved, and a huge thank you to our dedicated listeners.
VILLAIN • 06.28.22
Pre-Save link below:
https://music.thrillchaserofficial.com/villain
Lately, it feels like I’m walking through a fog—one that settles in my bones the second I step into work. I’m usually bright. Thoughtful. A little intense. A little weird. The kind of girl who sees too much, feels too much. A Virgo to the core—structured but soft, always trying to make sense of everything. I dream of harmony, of people who treat each other with care. I crave a kind of calm that lets me breathe.
But at work, I feel like shit.
It’s not the job—it’s the atmosphere. I clean. It should be simple, even peaceful. But the energy is heavy. Tense. Paranoid. I feel watched, like every step is judged. Like my silence speaks louder than it should. I thought this place would understand—that I’m in school, that I have a family, that I’m doing my best. But no. When I ask for a day off, I’m treated like I’ve done something wrong. Like my life outside of work is an inconvenience to them.
And I hate who I am there.
I shrink. I doubt myself. I flinch at simple questions like “how are you?” I’m too emotional, too soft, too scared of saying the wrong thing. My voice gets caught in my throat, and I become someone I don’t even recognize—someone who watches from the sidelines, instead of standing up.
But that’s not who I want to be.
I want to be clever. I want to be bold. I want to be the girl who raises her head, lifts her sword, and walks into battle like a storm they never saw coming. I want to be brave enough not to care who hates me. I want to stop trying to make everyone comfortable. I want to stop apologizing for being alive, for taking up space, for needing time, for having a voice.
I want to stand on my own two feet and not shake. I want to look people in the eye and not flinch. I want the strength to let people’s opinions bounce off me like arrows off armor. I want to weld my sword up high—my voice, my truth, my presence—and see them coward at the sight of someone who knows who they are.
I want to be the kind of woman doubt doesn’t dare to approach.
But how do I become her?
Right now, I hide in my mind to survive. I drift. I dream. While I clean, I disappear into other worlds—places where I matter, where I fight dragons and win. Places where my softness is power, not weakness. I imagine sunlight through trees, pages turning, hands that build, voices that lift. I lose myself in stories, music, moments that keep me afloat when reality makes me feel like I’m drowning.
Because the stress here—it's thick, like smoke. It taints people. It steals kindness. And I feel it trying to steal me.
But I won’t let it.
Somewhere in me, I know she exists—the girl with the sword. The girl who doesn’t beg to be heard—she commands it. The girl who isn’t afraid to be seen, even if being seen means being misunderstood. I want to become her. I will become her.
This place may try to bury me, but I’m not soil. I am fire. I am wind. I am something they cannot contain.
Juanita de Arco
Random TMNT Thunks
I had to get my windshield replaced today, and I was chatting with the said dude when I noticed a very specific shade of green on his wallet.
My fangirl brain was like “there’s only a handful of fandoms with THAT specific shade of bright green”
Lo and behold, it was indeed my beloved masked boys. We needed up chatting about TMNT and it’s many conduits for the rest of the time.
Nearing the end of our conversation, I turned to the dude and said, “Since you’re my TMNT brother, I feel like you would be the only person to appreciate this.”
And then I proceeded to go to the back of my car and pull out not my one, not my two, but THREE of my katanas. Like the complete casual fan that I am.
I unfortunately get a lot of grief from my family because of my great love and appreciation for TMNT, but once again I was pleasantly surprised at the connections I get to make because of these silly turtle boys.
I know it’s crazy, but you can reach people by being a fan. I got the sweet privilege of being the facilitator of a smile today. Just because I was a silly little fangirl who loved family and ninja turtles, and I will be forever grateful for that.
💙💜❤️🧡🥷🏼🐢
Oh my gosh why do y'all have to make him so pretty and epic like 🤯🤩
THIS IS ART AND YOU SHALL BEHOLD IT!
Woaoaoaoa Sword Peepaw 🗡️🐢
Grayscale version!
Cane pugnax
swordtember 1 • wings
happy women's day ♀ don't forget your swords today ladies
tip jar • links
Stirrings in the Mist before the Sword appears.
