I love it when artists draw yiling laozu! Wei wuxian like the most ragged scary looking motherfucker. I want him to really look like he just clawed his way out of the burial mounds. It is entirely sexy when you can see a man visibly haunted in every conceivable way.
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Bad time anon here. I'll be alright eventually, and I am in a safe place with good people. Won't lie, I've kinda been sketching some of your lads to pass the time. I really am thankful for your kind words. Thank you :>
Was gonna save answering asks for tomorrow again, but I saw this and happy u are safe <33
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WOW!!! π³ thank you for 300 follows!
to celebrate i'm going to open up doodle requests for a day! comment here or send me your hisoillu reqs in an ask πππ
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Watching them reblog at least β
of my liked posts is a form of entertainment I can't even describe...
/pos
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βOCS and AURAS
tagged by the gorgeous @perpetuagf , who also made the banner in this post and has me STILL cryin over them π©·
anyway, putting the oc(s) through this uquiz [ link ] !
i'm gonna steal the tag list from my last few posts so sorry for the spam! these are always no pressure tags, so dw if you wanna skip over any π©· @vendettavalor (always love tagging ur rp blog for these hehe) , @ollierachnid , @alexxmason , @kourumi , @carlosoliveiraa , @scarfacemarston , @bbrocklesnar , and anybody else who wants to hop on!
AMARANTH
bundled flowers, ribbon, merlot, overcoats, gemstones, lipstick prints, red velvet. your essence is amaranth: you are engaging and passionate, but never out of place. you do what needs to be done; your confidence is unflinching, least of all when something has slipped beneath your standards. it is hard to live up to the image you imagine others have of you. you are the demonstrater. you are the debutante. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of wine, pearl, noir, and magenta, who share your inner intensity. you are also drawn to the ambitious amethyst and indigo, who will help you grow and inspire your actions. however, you may struggle to get along with the mercurial personalities of teal and bronze who wish to be free spirits.
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Fun fact : I have in my photo gallery an album for my drawings and it looked like Millard was looking at Hugh but in a loving way because of the heart I put . Help πΆπ³
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Satisfaction Brought It Back
Leaning back in his seat, Link rubbed the side of his face as he listened to the recordings his students sent in. It'd been a simple extra credit assignment: pick a favorite poem from the lesson book and either read it to the class or record it and email it to him. No surprises there when over half the class picked that one up.
"βTwas brillig, and the slithy toves
Β Β Β Β Β Β Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:"
CRASH.
Link paused the audio and took in a breath. Again? He hadn't met Mister Newman formally, but he'd heard all about his different approach to teaching. His students would come into class thrilled and raving about what they got to see blow up today.
"All mimsy were the borogoves,
Β Β Β Β Β Β And the mome raths outgrabe-"
BANG.
Pausing again, Link closed his laptop and lifted his glasses to rub the spot they sat on his nose. What was he doing down there? Touching his wrist watch, he listened to it chime out the time and took a moment to think. Class would be out in a minute. Would he have enough time to quell his curiousity before his lunchblock ended? He didn't want to skip his meal again; last time he did, he ended up getting snappy with the kids. Still, he was awfully compelled.
With a sigh, he grabbed his cane and gave a soft click of his tongue before getting up to move.
Link stood himself outside the classroom just as the bell rang overhead. He greeted a few of his own students as they passed and waited until the room was nearly empty to stroll on in. The smell of chemicals, solvents, and cleaners touched everything in the lab. It was better today than dissection day at least, he couldn't stand the formaldehyde.
"...What was it this time?" he asked, leaning on his cane. A small smile perched on his lips, his fingers drumming gently on the handle. "You're not wasting the school's budget on beakers and glasses, Mister Newman?"
@purposefully-lost
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