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#The Four Seasons: Winter
the-evil-clergyman · 5 months
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Hiver (The Four Seasons) by Jean-Louis Hamon (1850)
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lilblueorchid · 8 months
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Four seasons of animal crossing
Stickers I made for an upcoming convention tehehe. I hope all these little guys take time to rest in some well deserved vacations.
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belmeran · 1 year
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i can post this now !! i was chosen to be the back cover illustrator for the Four Seasons Huntlow Zine, and i’m very happy with the result ☺️ thank you so much @fourseasonszine ! this meant a lot to me.
everyone did so well, go check it out!
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sae-midori · 26 days
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Pouring all my love into drawing every RWBY nature scene for every beloved character--all of it inspired by this beautiful, beautiful show and by the amazing individuals of CRWBY. In every humble and heartfelt way, dearest CRWBY, your work has inspired more than you know! 💖
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pazzesco · 9 months
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Due to the success of the 1896 series, Champenois asked Mucha to design 2 more sets based on the seasonal theme in 1897 and 1900.
The 1897 series (above) of color lithographs on paper is located at the Art Institute of Chicago.
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smallpapers · 1 year
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My summery zine piece for the Huntlow Four Seasons zine!!
Put a lot of effort into this one, I’m so happy to have had this opp!! I especially love how the bedding turned out hehe.
Go download the zine now at @fourseasonszine !! It’s free and full of amazing arts and fics!!💛💚
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my little sister is the only one who truly understands me
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nathsketch · 3 months
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New month, new goodies in the shop!!
My Four Seasons Collection has just been added as bookmarks :)
You can find them here: https://nathsketch.etsy.com/listing/1654894396 and the shop is 30% off on all items!
Happy February! 💖🌸
Find me here: Instagram | Website & Portfolio
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oflights · 16 days
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wip snip 5.1
i've been tagged a bunch of times over the past few weeks to post wip snips and only had the last few chapters of star splitter to post, so i bailed. i finally have something new to preview!! have a bit of the gilmore girls fic, still in progress. 🥰
Just about 8 years ago, the bell over the doorframe jingled violently as Draco Malfoy threw the door open and swept in, already talking. “Bloody hell, that snow is abominable,” he was saying. He hefted a bundled, starfish-shaped form that would turn out to be a toddler by his hip, a pram scooting behind them and leaving a wet trail on Harry’s floor. With a flick of his wrist, the pram had folded up and nestled in the corner of the dining area, dripping there ignored, as Draco descended upon the counter much the same as he did almost every day.
“You, there—please tell me this place has something warm to—” And then Draco froze, because back then he had not done this every day; this was the first time, and more specifically the first time he had seen Harry Potter in the flesh since their eighth year of Hogwarts.
“Malfoy,” Harry had said, eyeing the puffy bundle warily. He didn’t know it was a toddler then; every bit of Scorpius was covered up and radiating Warming Charms. In hindsight, he was probably sweating, but Harry was to later learn that Scorpius had been a quite agreeable child until he learned to read—an apparent mistake that Draco despairs of having made a few times a week—and he made no complaints even dropped onto a stool as he was, propped up against his father.
“What are you doing here?” Draco, then Malfoy, had demanded. He looked utterly thrown and somehow offended, as if Harry’s existence in his own place of business was a grave insult to him.
“This is my place,” Harry said, and then as an instinctive response to Draco’s disbelieving scoff, he added, “I own it.” He’d hoped Draco would pick up on the implied threat—don’t be an arse or I’ll kick you out.
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“This place is called Al’s,” Draco said accusingly. “You’re not Al.”
“Nope, I’m not. I’m Harry.” When Draco stared at him, Harry clarified, “Harry Potter.”
“I know you’re—who is Al, then?” Draco went pale beneath his winter flush. “Wait. Did you name this place after—Dumbledore?” He whispered the name as if ashamed, and Harry supposed that was about right, though it garnered him little sympathy.
Harry let that dread sit on Draco’s face for a few moments before he said, “No, it was already called Al’s when I bought it. Didn’t feel like changing the name.” He had changed everything else about it, though, spending one exhausting summer converting it from a pub no one really liked to go to anymore to a greasy spoon that people liked much more.
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Harry had not opened this place and kept it open so he could be insulted and bullied; he was long past the time in his life when he would accept that, especially from the likes of Draco Malfoy. And so he opened his mouth once again to tell Draco to get out—ignoring all the questions he had for him, like what he was doing in this town, out in the snowstorm, carrying some sort of doll, maybe?
Before he could say so, and even before Draco could interrupt, the doll made a noise that made Harry startle and drop the rag he’d been wiping down the counter with. The doll made another noise, reached out, and grabbed the rag.
“Mine!” the doll said, lifting its head until a nose poked out of its bundling. That was when Harry realized that what Draco had set down on the stool was a toddler.
“Not yours,” Draco said as Harry tried to process this. “Let it go, Scorpius, it’s disgusting!”
“Oh,” said Scorpius, in a very wobbly sort of voice. His head tipped up so much that Harry could now see wide eyes, which were a complex hazel shade that made him really start to wonder what Draco was doing with a toddler. Said eyes were glistening slightly, and to accompany the look, Scorpius said, “Okay,” in the saddest little voice Harry had ever heard. He dropped the rag back on the counter; he could barely move his arm in his heavy, puffy coat.
“He can have it,” Harry said quickly; he grabbed up the rag and tried to hand it back, unable to deal with that stricken face.
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grandpasnailgroovy · 5 months
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blacknarcissus · 9 months
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Contes des quatre saisons, réalisé par Éric Rohmer
Conte de printemps (1990), Conte d'hiver (1992), Conte d'été (1996), & Conte d'automne (1998)
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art-of-pluton · 1 year
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Huntlow's Grom date <3
This illustration is a part of @fourseasonszine , which is now avialable for free 💚💛
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stephiramona · 1 year
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My top 5 photos of 2022 for this year’s extravaganza
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inbarfink · 8 months
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Quick Survey to Tumblr cause I’m Curious!
When you think about the concept of the Four Seasons, which season do you typically think of as ‘first’?
Whatever it’s the season you’d typically list first, or the one you think of as the ‘start’ of the year, or the one you automatically imagine first when visualizing them as, like, a series of pictures or on a wheel. 
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howdy5455 · 1 year
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The 4 Season Huntlow Zine ''Summer'' mini cover
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Had an honour to draw a mini cover for @fourseasonszine 💚💛
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brokentrafficknight · 4 months
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Vivaldi? Nah. Ozma's Four Seasons
Yes I know I'm cheating by using Summer
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