AH OMG YOU HAVE A RLY CUTE STYLE OMG SHUT UP
I like your art~
yessss oh my god i stopped posting it but then the new season started so my blog basically reverted back to being an spn blog hhhahahah
I’m still on season one lol.
I don’t usually have cable or internet.
And here, my art.
my blog is like
- stupid shit
- bartimaeus shit
- artemis fowl shit
- doctor who
- crying about life
- bartimaeus shit
- ??? ???? ??????? ??? ?
Well I’ve just started getting into spn so~
And I need more funny shit on my blog.
It usually goes like this.
I need a little more variety.
dude no there was this one blog I used to follow
that one harry potter character
oH OH MY GOD YOU’RE ARTEMIS FOWL OMRHGSDA LFAUGHASING
Yes I fucking am.
But when I’m not Artemis I’m a lot of other people. And when I’m myself I’m Anna.
I’m not sure weather to answer this ic or ooc. But
Artemis, Flora thinks, is every inch a gentleman- it’s been a while since someone’s invited her anywhere, and even longer since they’ve held a chair for her. It would be nice, if Artemis didn’t look so sad- like he’s breaking apart on the inside, and she can’t quite understand where the grief comes from.
She waits for him to speak, pretending to be absorbed by pastries and teas, and only looks at him when the words come.
“I have been. It’s been quiet.” Biting her lip, she ventures, “I missed seeing you.”
And if he could tell if she were honest or it was pity, he couldn’t tell at all.
“And I have missed you,” his hand reaches out and he takes hers. His hand is warm, still soft, and even kind.
But looking at the window leaves him cold and he’s back to reading the menu again and trying so very hard not to stare at windows or pictures or even the little broken glass mirror.
He’s tired, it shows in his shaking breath.
“You still hold your beauty.”
[There isn’t a word, for the way Ryoji’s expression just… crumples, sliding from confused if empty joy to something closer to fully human than he’s been in a long time- something like shock, or like grief.]
I missed it?
I’m afraid so.
-Artemis kneels beside him, watching sadly as the being seemingly turns human before his eyes.-
He spoke of you, and he was sad he… Could not say goodbye.
Artemis smiles faintly, trying not to let any sadness slip from his eyes or his mouth in any fraction of body language.
“There’s this place right across the way.” He’s told her in a quiet voice.
And it is indeed around the corner, as if the old boarding style house is waiting for them to come and sit. Its windows are faintly tinted, letting any sunlight come in a warm sepia; people quietly speak to one another, their smiles vield behind their mugs and scones.
He seats Flora in a table to the left of the door, not quite against the corner but closer. Artemis takes the seat against the isle and even holds the chair for her. Is it the fact that he can break easily? Or the fact he can see someone else in every reflection of himself.
Once he sits the menu is open on the table and he’s idly looking at the items before stealing glaces at her.
“You’ve been well, I gather.” First words spoken in nearly ten minutes.