It’s,, finally done,,
So sorry to bother you but…
Hange:
Armin:
Have a nice day…
THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I will for sure cook you up the hange one, and it turns out great minds think alike but I actually already drew armin with that exact stock image a while back LMAO HERE IT IS
How do i boop? I dont see anything 😭
I’m on mobile and I opted in at the top of my home page! Idk where to opt in on desktop but its probably somewhere similar!
hello, other magpie who uses "magpies art" as their art tag ovo
i believe we have similar taste in monsters (gestures vaguely to your beautiful sun cats 🌞) and i just wanted to let you know that that makes me extremely happy!
kind regards, another silly magpie
‼️‼️‼️ WA HELLO! omg I love your art aaa!! And I’m so glad you like my beloved sun cats <333
Prepare to be followed??
The only known copy of the Hussie “First Folio” of c. 1625 exists in fragments in the Bodelian Library (MS. Eng. misc. c. 413). No publishing details are available, provenance is unknown.
Prologue:
The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, Limns a youth upon which no name did weigh These thirteen springs. That burden will be one He will take up this morn, and so in this This gentle youth becomes a gentleman, By taking on the name that’s rightfully his - A token that betokes a divine plan. Where others, who did Fate give name at birth Can have no say in what their fortune tells (Whether lives of misery or of mirth), This youth may choose his Heavens, or his Hells. He stands now at the door of childhood’s room, Now Let him learn his name, and learn his doom.
Act 1, scene 1
Voice: Enter name.
Boy: Letters are appearing! As if drawn by Some fiery hand - and now I ken they spell The name “Zoosmell, Lord of Dung”? Fie on this, Fie! A shallow jest - better be the names Of rustics than nobility besmirched.
Voice: Try again.
Boy: More words appear, these pleasing to the eye - I’ll be “John Egbert”, a name for saints and Kings, I trow. Now to take up arms and go, But where among these cakes and bills for rude Entertainments could they be? In this drawer?
Looks in drawer
Boy: No arms. Damn my addled mind: they rest Beneath the cake inside yon magic chest.
Voice: Remove CAKE from MAGIC CHEST
Boy retrieves arms
Boy: No antics or hilarity for now, I must needs store these in my Sylladex. What else lies here? Some Gyves that feign to lock, A Blade that cannot wound, a Hat, a Mask, Tricks to mimic smoke or blood, a Treatise On japes, a Volume on the life of a Man of wisdom who traffick’d in dark arts. All this I fain would take ‘gainst future need, For now mayhaps this smoke will show it’s meed.
Takes smoke pastilles
Boy: Alas! my arms I now can’t bring to hand! This Sylladex is like unto the sack That peddlers use to cart about their wares – And all that they have pack’d must be unlade ‘Ere that which they pack’d first will come to light. No matter now: anon I’ll set it right.
Examines bill
Boy: No spirits be as facinerious As these. Though fell be their actions and their Passions run to black, these hell-kites’ exploits Enthrall me and I can’t abjure their charms. How now, a note? My father left this here, A birthday gift to mark my thirteenth year.
Someone requested a print of this so I put it up on my redbubble if anyone is interested!
Ymir!!
THE BOOP IS BACK HOLY SHIT
For @/TiniStarVicti on DA and Artfight!
NUH UH ☝️☝️☝️☝️
THE BOOP IS BACK HOLY SHIT