#Rochester Artists
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lausdoodles · 10 months ago
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Jane Eyre characterss My friends gifted me this book for my birthay and i loved it!! So here some character design like i did before for Wuthering Heights eheh
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flooficandii · 3 months ago
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so theres these senior citizens
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how do i explain it . 3 guys from 3 different secret agencies go on missions. Shenanigans, even. Hijinks, if you will . and they hate eachothers guts and kill eachother over and over again silly style. but also they kiss
creds!! rock belongs to me (flooficandii)
paper belongs to @nakakabaliw
scissors belongs to @aesthetinkie
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must4rds33d · 10 months ago
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who said i forgot about them
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escapismsworld · 8 months ago
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The amazing 'Walker' pipe organ of Rochester Cathedral, Kent (1905) made by J. W. Walker & Sons Ltd. The instrument sits within the splendid Gilbert Scott cases (1974), Gilbert is the same man who designed the infamous red telephone box of London/England
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goddessofwisdom18 · 8 months ago
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Edward and Jane
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unamazing-sheep21 · 1 year ago
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NYUAHAHHAAH
I forgot to post these here lol
anyway so, I can only accept payment through PayPal for now and also, message me for a commission! There’s around 4 slots open for now but I might add more!
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monkeyssalad-blog · 10 days ago
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1926 illustrations by Anne Rochester by totallymystified Via Flickr: Headers for the January and February editions of Woman's Magazine.
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moth-glum · 1 year ago
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my cherished preserver
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spikedapplecider · 1 year ago
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A full moon in upstate New York
Photo credit: Dan Price
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britneyshakespeare · 1 year ago
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you know what it is. i talk about how vain he is and how he only talks about himself and that is the impression a lot of people have of him and it is the impression i favor leaning towards. he has a very coded way of self-disclosure; he often seems like he's trying to impress people but i know him to be not-the-most-assured in a lot of ways. when i first complimented him on his poetry and told him how much i liked a few pieces (and i loved some of what i read before i knew his last name, so when i read his poetry i did not assume the person whose poetry i so loved was, well, that retired male model i met in passing every now and then). when i told him that. he was very moved by it.
and i do talk about how vain he is; i do say he only talks about himself; but every now and then when he does say something about me it is not at all hidden that he does admire me. some of what he says that seems to coded to impress me or to get my validation, i know he is doing this towards me because he thinks im this smart poetry girl. and i am? i am that, he's not wrong. i think it makes me feel hopeless to think that he really does respect me and care what i think of him because i'd rather he didn't. i'd rather him be this charming but shallow pretty boy which i think he has been seen as by a lot of people throughout his life. despite that he is hardworking, despite that he has (or at least tries very hard to have) an intellectual side. perhaps what he says about himself is so often coded to please me even while it is fishing for my attention, and i want to see that as a reflection of his own self-regard but i don't know that it is.
i don't know that it's not, but i don't know that it is either and as neither of us is very frequently vulnerable with the other, it's not fair for me to say which is the case. or even that there's a "which" like it can't be both. i don't know that he admires me; i don't know that he sees me as this girl who is (or at least used to be) very charmed by him. i do know that he always comes to me and asks me about poetry because as far as he's told me, i'm the only one who has ever cared about his. for all i know that could also be bullshit, but then why should i assume it is either? i'm quite unfair to him in my assessments of him. i do have to admit, he has never actually seemed to have a disrespectful or unfair assessment of me.
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time to rock n roll 🤘🎸✨⚡️
[image id: a drawing of Rockstar Bonnie (named Rochester), Rockstar Chica (named Robyn), Rockstar Freddy (named Rousseau and uses she/her pronouns in this drawing), and Rockstar Foxy (named Rocco) from Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria Simulator all together in what appears to be the title menu from said game. /end id]
DONT STEAL!!
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gmos · 2 years ago
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actually this year im throwing joywave in the trash can and going all in on KOPPS
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nickbrandreth · 1 year ago
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Decided to Frankenstein some plein air easels together.
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restrumed · 2 years ago
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Never in my wildest dreams, did I think I would be announcing such a DREAM come true!!
Please help Super Kera accomplish this goal, all while snagging a Restrumed & _____ Merch Set!!!!
The link to the merchandise is in the comments!!
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Sir Arthur Ernest Streeton (1867–1943) - A Study of Rochester, Victoria, Australia, circa 1905, watercolour
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roseventricles · 1 month ago
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Refulgent, starry, free.
tang of balsam conjugal with hints of frangipani, misted with the dews of congealed sunshine and whiffs of a lime tree in bloom, draped with the sweet aerial redolence of tangerines and clementines, all dipped in the ripple of milky sweetness and nectar. oh, how i long to bask in the sunlight, revel in fresh shimmering waters, dimpled with rain. how i yearn for the mantle of petrichor, comforting and protecting. the mirth of wildness, marigolds in our tresses, our altars decked with the spirit of divine effulgence and corporeal petals, our hands stained with fragrant patterns, symbolic of the myriad of forms donned by cosmic abyss. barefoot on drenched, sweet grass, we beckon unbridled creation, love, tenderness, freedom, enlightenment, ecstasy and emancipation from the realm of flesh. the fleshy drapes shrink to sinews which wither to corpuscle, a stroke of pulchritude pervading destruction.
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