“Nobody In The Army Ever Reads A Regulation Or An Order As If It Were To Be A Guide For His Conduct,

Binge watching Get Back in one sleepless night (thank you insomnia) shifted my perception of the Beatles from "music I love from my childhood" to "new obsession unlocked". 1000% would recommend.

happy its like you and me are lovers 24th of january

No exams until september means more time for painting.

The Dreamer arrives in Alagadda on the day of the Red Lord's Carnival.

(That is why the sky is red and not its usual color)

The Dreamer in Alagadda.

This sketch is still far from finished but i love it and I can't wait to paint it.

I hate having to sketch with so much detail but 3 point perspective is a b***h.

Lineart and color thumbnails.

The Mad Dreamer, chief Archivist of the Library of Alagadda, Master of the Alchemic Arts. Sworn to the White Lord, Albedo of Alagadda.

The Dreamers that freely roam the Darkling Plain and the people of Celephais and Serannian, who live under King Kuranes call him by many other names :The Lost One, the fool, the forsaken . But more often he is known as the Prisoner, because in his folly he bartered for his life and the scraps of his sanity with his freedom.

He was a Dreamer on a leash, a political advantage to the Faction of the White Lord . He was a cherished tool for his master, feared and respected, until he vanished from the City, leaving behind his citizen's mask and rumors of betrayal.

For Chandra however he was mentor, friend and father all in one, and she would not forsake him.

Concept sketch/ WIP for the Mad Dreamer.

@amyma-ymamy feel free to add.

Twin Peaks: Pilot (David Lynch, 1990)

"The face of Elrond was ageless, neither old nor young, though in it was written the memory of many things both glad and sorrowful. His hair was dark as the shadows of twilight, and upon it was set a circlet of silver; his eyes were grey as a clear evening, and in them was a light like the light of stars. Venerable he seemed as a king crowned with many winters, and yet hale as a tried warrior in the fulness of his strength. He was the Lord of Rivendell and mighty among both Elves and Men."

I just finished reading the Lord of the Rings for the umpteenth time and I had to paint my favorite Elda-Adan-Ainu hybrid. Since I love to suffer I spent hours on rendering evey single detail I could think of and then some more.

So here is my depiction of Elrond Peredhel, as he travels around Second Age Middle Earth in order to perfect his education as a loremaster.

This painting was also inspired by @vardasvapors 's take on this character that made me love him even more.

Is it me or the content for adults policy in tumblr now is weird? Like a drawing of a guy in a bathrobe is suddenly "adult content'. Like have you ever been at the beach?

Mindless ASOIAF doodles. 15yo sadboy Rhaegar, Aerys Targaryen wandering the halls in nightclothes because evil prophetic dreams tm are driving him insane (literally), a very uninpressed 15yo Arthur Dayne as a squire (sometimes I headcanon him as Barristan s squire. If only to make so that sadboy R. had a friend before 20). I think I'll do some fun illustration with these three as soon as I choose the definitive design.

Inverted ballpoint pen drawing!! The first picture is what I drew and the second picture is the inverted final piece

So I've been binge watching twin peaks and I can't believe I waited so long. It has everything. Beautiful imagery, creepy and unsettling vibes, owls that are not what they seem, my crush Audrey Horne (a goddess who deserves better), A LOT of fan theories and lore, the whole Blue Rose thing ... I am in love.

Also Phillip Jeffries the Teapot from Mars.

Here's a sketch of Diane, inspired by a scene in this fic.

I ragazzi delle scuole imparano chi fu Muzio Scevola o Orazio Coclite, ma non sanno chi furono i fratelli Cervi. Non sanno chi fu quel giovanetto della Lunigiana che, crocifisso ad una pianta perché non voleva rivelare i nomi dei compagni, rispose: «Li conoscerete quando verranno a vendicarmi», e altro non disse. Non sanno chi fu quel vecchio contadino che, vedendo dal suo campo i tedeschi che si preparavano a fucilare un gruppo di giovani partigiani trovati nascosti in un fienile, lasciò la sua vanga tra le zolle e si fece avanti dicendo: «Sono io che li ho nascosti (e non era vero), fucilate me che sono vecchio e lasciate la vita a questi ragazzi». Non sanno come si chiama colui che, imprigionato, temendo di non resistere alle torture, si tagliò con una lametta da rasoio le corde vocali per non parlare. E non parlò. Non sanno come si chiama quell'adolescente che, condannato alla fucilazione, si rivolse all'improvviso verso uno dei soldati tedeschi che stavano per fucilarlo, lo baciò sorridente dicendogli: «Muoio anche per te… viva la Germania libera!».

Tutto questo i ragazzi non lo sanno: o forse imparano, su ignobili testi di storia messi in giro da vecchi arnesi tornati in cattedra, esaltazione del fascismo ed oltraggi alla Resistenza.”

Piero Calamandrei