Raise Me

my tablet got stolen a few days ago, but I managed to salvage one of the drawings I’d done that I really liked off Skype.

Mairon and Langon in Ilúvatar’s First Theme.

Fëanor and Fingolfin, yeah.

reference: (x). original Fingolfin design by eehn.

c: I'm not good at skeletons or fleas, but I hope this works!

He was sixteen again, and his mother was beating him with her belt, the one she used especially for beating him, and he had had enough dammit he was tired, he'd thought it was over, he'd thought he was safe --

what a stupid thought, safety was never an option --

and he screamed in anger and pain and lashed out, because what else do you do when you think you're safe but the world is lying --

"Marcel, what are you doing?"

And it was the name his mother used, and he hated that name, felt it coating him like slime and blood and he wanted it off he wanted to claw it off he would never be clean never --

but it was different this time, the tone gentle and distinctly masculine, and the arms suddenly around him were not in a vise to hold him down, but to hold him up.

"Marcel, you're safe, no one is going to hurt you, I'm here, it's alright."

noot noot! book of nile please <3

“Lover’s Wreck” - Gaelic Storm

In my sleeping mind she sings a sad and lonely lullaby

And when I wake, there’s just the ache that’ll haunt me ‘til I die

It’s been two days now since he woke from the first death that wasn’t his and wasn’t drowning. Two days, and he’ll never wake from it again, but he can remember it now, in Val d'Argent, as clearly as he did on the train in Sudan: the heat of blood spilling out, the sharp pain, and most of all the shock.

He remembers her looking up at her friend’s face and thinking Oh, this is it. I didn’t think it would be like this.

He remembers her thinking, I don’t want to go.

It reminds him of how his own first death went. Of how he had been so sure he would survive, and then the stomach-dropping realization that he wouldn’t.

And then, of course, he did. And now she has, too.

He doesn’t want to go to sleep again. It was easier in Goussainville, knowing that Merrick’s men were coming but not knowing Nile, not really. But now Merrick’s men have come and gone and taken Nicky and Joe with them, and Andy is being weird and quieter than normal, and Nile …

Nile.

She shines, is the thing. Booker has tried, but he can’t take his eyes off her.

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may have accidentally turned Sauron into Montparnasse or Heather Chandler. oh well.

proportions what are proportions

clothing reference here.

will probably experiment more with grayscale in the future.

I aten’t dead!

messy der Tod from Elisabeth das musical, because I can’t get this out of my head.

Modern AU GrantairexJoly~ Engagement.

Years of dating went by before Grantaire finally asked Joly to marry him. It took all the courage he had shockingly, especially since he asked Joly out. 

Grantaire: Philippe Joly, will you marry me? *Grantaire was even down on one knee*

Joly: *Pulls in a sharp breath* Yes of course! 

we only bloom in the violet hour

He studies her, taking in the thin limbs and black hair and the gray bruise slanting over her gaunt cheekbone. Joly had once compared Cosette to the sun, and it strikes Enjolras now that her darker counterpart is the moon, all shadows and secret nights, with no radiance to call her own, her beauty waxing and waning until the clouds part and, for a fleeting moment, you tilt your head back and see her for what she is, and she suddenly bathes you in silver.