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Just an artist who enjoys table top RPGs very much. Hopefully will post more soon, but for now just exploring this new land....

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Posts tagged overlord pink:

firework colors

explode across midnight skies.

See beauty; feel hope.


An Anonymous user asked:

You okay?

Tired. Burning out.

Determined to continue,

with no time to sleep.


Safety in the Storm

A terrible storm

cries and howls outside my door.

Rain falls from the sky

in heavy buckets.

It rat-a-tat-tats the roof

so hard I'm surprised

my home doesn't cave

beneath the weather's pressure.

I listen from bed,

beneath Mother's quilt.

I am safe and I am warm.

The storm lulls me off

into a deep sleep.

I dream of the ocean waves,

my childhood home.


Feeding

Late night rammblings

I can only overthink.

It's impossible

to find my lost thoughts

in the tangled web of words

spun to entangle

myself and my fear.

The anxiety spider

must be satisfied

at all costs, or else:

even my happiness and

fragile mental health.

I'm slipping, slipping,

until I feel nothing but--

Cold. Hard. Apathy.


Forgettable Conversations

Secrets for secrets;

one never tells a story

without a story

to trade them in kind.

So fill my cup, stranger, friend,

and I'll fill your ears

until Lady Moon

reminds us forgotten truths

we can't tell a soul.

Wander home, brother,

with words in your head you don't

remember hearing.


It Watches

Dark room, all alone

I can’t see it but I know

looking in windows

it observes me so

carefully, waiting, watching

seeing me through thin

transparent curtains.

Sometimes, when I see it’s eyes

I stare back at it.

It does not move, blink,

or turn away from my gaze.

I wonder why it

seeks for me, what it

is thinking as it watches.

I look away first.


Feeling anxious so I drew the anxiety rat. His name is Roy, he's a soulless bastard :)


It has been a time

since I've written poetry.

I ponder my words,

counting syllables,

remembering how to write

simple, meaningful,

expression of thought.

Little comes to mind, and yet,

I write anyways.

.

I write for myself

as I always have; speaking

in patterns, for fun.


Dancing by Lantern Light

My entry for a local art competition. Won a third tier prize! Very proud of the shading and background gradient ^w^


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