Grisha
Been dyyyying to draw the Grisha gals and their keftas. This one’s a mix of inspo I’ve taken from the series and from the books
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Grisha
Been dyyyying to draw the Grisha gals and their keftas. This one’s a mix of inspo I’ve taken from the series and from the books
CHAR POSTERS. RICHARD GANSEY III
richard gansey iii had forgotten how many times he had been told he was destined for greatness.
books read in 2020: the raven cycle by maggie stievater
“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐,” 𝖮𝗋𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽. “𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌.” 𝖮𝗋𝗅𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖡𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖺𝗀, 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖡𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅-𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.
Raven boys!
good evening to girls who are half tree, guys who’ve died twice, guys that have been dead for seven years, bisexuals who are possessed by a forest, gays that can take objects out of their dreams, guys that make you hold a robotic bee in a pit, dead welsh kings, psychic moms, latin teachers that have been framed for murder, boys without internal organs, hit men that read anglo-saxon poetry, and declan
Modern day [Elizabeth Bennet] from pride and prejudice
“I shall not.”
nova artino
‘do you have what it takes to be a hero?’ ugh. stab me with an egg beater.
(my renegades gift for @justsomerandomficsforrenegades!)
The most wonderful stroll today through Dean Village, Edinburgh.
“you’re all horrible,” said matthias
favorite things (1/??) — six of crows, by leigh bardugo
“No mourners. No funerals. Among them, it passed for ‘good luck.”
things in crooked kingdom that rekt me
The Raven Cycle Moodboard // Adam Parrish
He left bloody fingerprints on the rock, but there was something satisfying about that. I was here. I exist. I’m alive, because I bleed.
what a strange constellation they all were