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justgreatlordthings:

skeletondanceparty:

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Skeleton

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Skelefew

My god, plz

Skeleone

landofgay:

notsomadmaddy:

karkat-doodle-doo:

fuck-benedict-cumberbatch:

oeve-at-221b:

my-stereo-heart-beats-for-you:

albus—tumbledore:

32, 613 people understand this. Please explain


What?

nobody say a word

*squints loudly*…..….WHAT IS IT?!

THIS BOTHERS ME SOMEONE EXPLAIN

no one say it

landofgay:

notsomadmaddy:

karkat-doodle-doo:

fuck-benedict-cumberbatch:

oeve-at-221b:

my-stereo-heart-beats-for-you:

albus—tumbledore:

32, 613 people understand this. Please explain

What?

nobody say a word

*squints loudly*…..
….WHAT IS IT?!

THIS BOTHERS ME SOMEONE EXPLAIN

no one say it

MY GRANDPA WANTED TO BE AN ARTIST

honerablerosemary:

BUT HE HAD 7 KIDS AND A WIFE TO FEED SO HE ENDED UP OWNING A GROCERY STORE AFTER SERVING IN WW2

TODAY MY DAD WAS CLEANING THE HOUSE AND FOUND SOME PENCIL DRAWINGS THAT MY GRANDPA DID AND ASKED IF I WANTED TO HAVE THEM AND I

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CAN WE JUST LOOK AT THIS

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MY BAD WEBCAM PICTURES DON’T EVEN DO THEM JUSTICE LIKE LOOK AT THESE

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MY GRANDPA NEVER BECAME A FAMOUS ARTIST

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BUT I WANT TO MAKE HIM KNOWN

youngtarkusofberenike:

[HEAVY BREATHING]

youngtarkusofberenike:

[HEAVY BREATHING]

"When is the last time you slept?"
warm-iceheart

warm-iceheart:

abyssal-knight-artorias:

abyssal-knight-artorias:

Artorias glanced to her, dark circles highlighting the undersides of his eyes. “I-I truly can not remember…” he replied, wringing his hands a bit.

He shook his head, his usually bright eyes, now dull from his lack of rest darting around, scanning the room. “I-if I sleep then the Abyss will take over once again. I must stay awake… Must stay alert.”

"It will do you no good should you pass out unplanned, my lord…" She replied, she gave him a stern glance. "My magic can only help out so much."

Nodding slightly, a shaking hand reached up to remove his helm. Dropping it, he nearly fell backwards into the wall behind him. sliding down it the Knight clutched his head. “P-please help me… I-I need to sleep… I’m so tired…”

vitorofthescaleless:

absurdartisticdissonance:

Artorias the Abysswalker from Dark Souls, by me!

Before anyone asks, this blog is also mine, just operating under a different account. Thought I’d do something that might wet a few apetites hopefully. 
Presenting Artorias the Abysswalker, 9 colors, total time about 5 hours.

vitorofthescaleless:

absurdartisticdissonance:

Artorias the Abysswalker from Dark Souls, by me!

Before anyone asks, this blog is also mine, just operating under a different account. Thought I’d do something that might wet a few apetites hopefully. 

Presenting Artorias the Abysswalker, 9 colors, total time about 5 hours.

The Abysswalker slowly descended into the chambers in which the Princess of the Darkmoon resided. Stopping just on the opposite side of the wall of fog he knelt "I return to thee, Lady Gwyndolin." he stated in a hushed tone as he reached up and removed his helm, keeping his hung in the presence of a greater being than he.
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eclipseprincess:

eclipseprincess:

Gwyndolin’s head perked, her prayers interrupted by a familiar presence. Her lips opened, trying to put a name to this soul; it was not one of her blades but it was someone she knew. As she rose and approached the fog gate that separated her father’s tomb from the world, she gave a start at the voice.

She steadied herself before stepping out of her father’s tomb, to confirm what her heart told her. The Lord’s mouth went slightly agape at the sight.

"Sir Artorias…? How can this be…?" She took a step forward and reached toward him, but stopped and returned it to her side. It was unbecoming of her. "I had thought you perished in the Abyss…"

She gave a small melancholic smile. Reassured to hear his unbending will, a fine line between ego and healthy confidence, she pulled her hand away. That would be his end wouldn’t it? Not the glory of battle all knights desired but by a curse upon his form.

There was no certainty to what end he’d meet but it didn’t stop her from dreading the inevitable. She had no plan for the Abysswalker’s fate but, she’d try. For Father’s sake and for her.

"That may be best, if not in the Royal Archives thou may brave The Duke’s Archives." her head tilted lightly towards his arm. "Not too soon I hope."

A small nod from the knight as he reached down and slipped on his helm, “I shall be on my way then…” He then began to ascend the stairs that led out of the Darkmoon’s chamber. As he placed his foot upon the first step, a sharp pain shot through his entire being, starting from his left wrist and surging through the rest of his body.

The pain caused the divine to double over, seething and writhing. From the gash in his shoulder oozed a black liquid, the substance moved in unnatural ways… It was dark… Impossibly so. It even seemed to cast a shadow, though it bared no light.

A groan came from the man’s fallen form as he clutched at the wound, he cried out for help, tears stained his cheeks. “Please… Help…” this state was quite unusual for him, which would have been much more disturbing than what was causing said state.

"When is the last time you slept?"
warm-iceheart

warm-iceheart:

abyssal-knight-artorias:

Artorias glanced to her, dark circles highlighting the undersides of his eyes. “I-I truly can not remember…” he replied, wringing his hands a bit.

"My Lord…" The woman began, "Maybe it is best then that you take your rest for now. If there be any trouble I will let you know."

He shook his head, his usually bright eyes, now dull from his lack of rest darting around, scanning the room. “I-if I sleep then the Abyss will take over once again. I must stay awake… Must stay alert.”

I want your stupid fucking sense of humour making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6.

— unknown (via unlively)

"When is the last time you slept?"
warm-iceheart

Artorias glanced to her, dark circles highlighting the undersides of his eyes. “I-I truly can not remember…” he replied, wringing his hands a bit.