#have a lacie

[tomatoart]

attaches husband to my carabiner

[fruitface]

HAVANA ROSE LIU plays Isabel in Bottoms (2023)

[desolate-skies]

where are the cameron/cuddy shippers bc there is no way i’m the only one seeing this????

cuddy’s unfortunate attraction to anyone who’s impertinent after they cause problems on purpose + cameron’s habit of looking up at every older authority figure with doe eyes before she starts a fight……..yeah, gay sex would fix them

[alicenpai]

"Lament! Terror! Despair! I shall kindly teach them all to you! And in your final moment, I... shall kill you by my own hand!!"

pandora hearts print for anime north this weekend 🥀🖤🤍

I also put this up on my inprnt! there's a sitewide sale for 40% off right now 🌟

For this drawing, I really wanted to emphasize the gothic and chaotic, convoluted nature of the series. Pandora Hearts has become a lot of things to me, as someone who's read it since I was like, 14 years old. but I eventually found the perfect words to sum up the series - a cross between a Shakespearean tragedy and a Grimm fairy tale.

The ink brush + watercolour brushes I used turned out so well together!! I wanted the style to be kind of a nod to like the manga cover art you'd see from the late 90s to 2000s, kind of like Mochizuki's early approach to traditional art.

A lighter approach to both the lineart + coloring also helped me not strain my arm too much - besides work, I stopped doing full illustrations due to the amount of work being heavy on my arm/shoulder T__T. my last full illustrations were the TGAA/DGS zine + WHA zine pieces back in Dec-Jan, but my heart really lies in illustrations more than anything and I definitely want to get back into it!! (as long as my physical health allows it!!)

anyways, above is the thumbnail/inspiration board for this drawing! I also did some quick chickenscratch studies of others' drawings to help me get a sense of their composition. I started on the top left and then made a sort of meandering curve through... definitely went through a lot of ideas for this one. If I explained the intended symbolism.. I would be here.. all day..............

the candles were definitely first inspired by an animation of a lighter I did during art skool... and then I did this AA Dahlia animated illust... and then this OC charm (below) I did in 2022...? maybe I should draw fire more often. it's like, the way that fire looks in animated keyframes that I really like drawing out, and I guess I kinda really enjoyed translating that into a non moving visual medium??

This drawing simultaneously took SO long but I also sped through it?? I had to like... not dwell too long on certain parts... like for example I think some individual character compositions really could be a lot stronger... because I knew this would be a beast of a drawing, I didn't want to spend an unnecessary amount of time focusing on details when I should be looking at the big picture. and I know that's a bad habit of mine!! I'm trying to unlearn my perfectionism!!

thanks for reading if you got this far, hope ya enjoy it!! and I hope I'll keep drawing Pandora Hearts in the future (clearly I haven't stopped since high school omg) and I hope to draw some more Vanitas someday beyond just chibis!

[tacit-semantics]

Alright!!!!!!!!!! Finished my biggest filet lace piece yet :) a big mess on the technical level because I realized at the very very end what it was that was giving me so much trouble (was failing to account for one of the threads when working around the holes (which were giving me so much trouble on the bigger part that I DID indeed just give up on but we will get em next time)) but let’s ignore that because I DID IT LOOK YALL. Thumbs up picture partially for scale but also because I DID IT

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[bugwolfsstuff]

I love giving minor characters little quirks, interests and backstories it's so fun :)

Like yes, Lacy from the Aphrodite cabin writes fanfiction and regularly commissions Leo to draw fanart for her.

Yes, Christopher and Nyssa Barrera from the Hephaestus cabin were made from clay like Pandora (Christopher's mortal dad was bi and he has a cool step-mom now)

Yes, Travis Stoll from the Hermes cabin saw Hermes take his mom to the underworld at 4

Yes, Shane from the Hephaestus cabin absolutely loathes lore olympus and will angrilly rant about it for hours. (my boy has a powerpoint about it)

Yes, Kayla Knowles from the Apollo cabin has beef with Shane from the Hephaestus cabin (tho she's the only one that'll listen to him rant)

Yes, Drew Tanaka from the Aphrodite cabin is best friends with Pollux from the Dionysus cabin

Yes, Porkpie the pegasus was Castor from the Dionysus cabin's pegasus before Castor died

Yes, Jerry from the Apollo cabin makes badass video edits and music for his friends (and the seven)

Yes, Harley from the Hephaestus cabin watched his mortal family get killed by monsters and that's why he's at camp so young!

YES, THE DIONYSUS TWINS WERE BEST FRIENDS WITH ANNABETH BECAUSE THEIR DAD DOESNT LET THEM GO ON QUESTS AND THEY'VE BEEN AT CAMP LONGER THAN HER!!!!!

[s1nful-sa1nt]

Larissa Weems WIP

[1800miserablethot]

Gadies and lentlemen it is done (mine is based off nudes and radio bam, the fbi wants me for my history now) @godsworstson @endless-shrimp-tour thank you for tributing and helping, you brave soldiers

[lacie-otome]

licht sketch 🐺 he is thinking of darioles....

[shaxza]

[lacie-child-of-ill-omen]

Early concept sketches of Gil and... unknown woman who looked like Lacie?

[stood-onthecliffside]

swiftie gift exchange for @catastrxblues

[thetwstwildcard]

"Not all stories have a happy ending, but every ending is a new beginning"

Full Name: Leah Fiorello

Gender: Female

Age: 19 (technically 436)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthday: May 12th

Star Sign: Taurus

Height: 165 cm (Roughly 5'5)

Eye Color: Shades of blue, pink and purple

Hair Color: Silver

Homeland: Briar Valley

Dorm: Pomefiore

Year: 3rd

Club: Board Games

Best Subject: Ancient Incantations

Worst Subject: Ancient Curses

Favorite Food: Pastina

Likes: Exploring, freedom, horse riding, flower picking, learning about foreign kingdoms, the arts, watching knights train and her son

Dislikes: Her physical weakness, Etienne Inclementia, being brought back against her will, her ex husband, people who harm nature and having to hide her identity/relationships

Hobby: Flower picking

Personality: The dreamy former queen of the neighboring human kingdom in the Briar Valley. During her time she was killed by her husband via an iron sword while she protected fae. Formerly human, she was brought back to life as a pseudo-fae due to Etienne Inclementia who was obsessed with her during her life. Like her son, she is rather sleepy as she has only been awake/"alive" in her current state mere months before Yuu's arrival. Her appearance and name were lost to time in the 400 some years since her death and so outside of those who lived back then, her existence was erased (by her former husband). As she has been asleep all this time she is out of date with many things and still has an older style of speaking.

Unique Magic: Sovereign's Mend: Allows her to heal wounds and undo minor curses

Trivia:

Was married at age 17 and became pregnant at age 18, ultimately dying at 19

The last thing she told her chaperones (the three fairies) was to "Protect my dearest Caeso" (what she had named Silver)

Often butted heads with Baal

Stumbled into Lilia (literally) while hiding from the three fairies to pick flowers in the Briar Valley. Think the Princess Mononoke knife scene but with Leah saying "You're beautiful" since Lilia was the first fae she had ever saw (only ever heard of fae or read hateful lies)

Often sneaked out of her kingdom to help fae in the forest

Apologized to fae for her husband's and kingdom's doings (and used her UM to heal the wounds her people inflicted on fae)

Her current form was achieved by Etienne, though her faehood was brought about by draining all the blood from her restored body and replacing it with fae blood (aka Etienne's)

Etienne used Lilia's blood to awaken her (hid this "project" of his from Lilia for all this time). From this the first thing she did awake was cry as she saw Lilia's memories of raising Silver (something she never got to do).

She was happy to know that someone she trusted raised him but it was bittersweet as the sole light of her life at that time was her son and she did not get to raise him herself.

Is close to Silver but has never told him of their connection. In her eyes her son (aka Caeso) is gone, while for Silver he thought he was orphaned (with human Leah dying all those years ago)

A childless mother but will never reveal who she is to her son (Silver) so she keeps her maternal love for Silver hidden

Is still adjusting to fae abilities

Mourns Meleanor's death as she was a dear friend in her life. She did call Malleus by her name when she first saw him

[kastalani123]

(if you prefer Ao3)

They learn about it in the slowly bubbling, uncertain high of victory.

She died a hero, Clarisse says, repeats, convinces, closing Drew’s hands around a bracelet far too innocent to make everyone’s hearts sink with just a glance. Its silver colour is barely visible beneath the blood. Drew’s hands were already long slick with crimson. She doesn’t say anything.

(The daughter of Ares tells them the story as they pick up their other fallen siblings. Nobody responds)

Fuchsia with an apple for Anders, seventeen and the loveliest relationship advisor. Lacy only manages a few words through her sobs and tears, her hair still in the intricate but effective braid he had put it in before battle.

Coral with a conch shell for Khalid, twelve with a love for anything one could find at the bottom of the ocean. Valentina grips his stuffed anglerfish so tightly that she almost tears it while making her speech about him.

Salmon with a thorned rose for Ina, fifteen and the best fighter in the cabin. Mitchell can barely stand while talking, choked by having been unable to retrieve more of her than a gnarled arm, recognizable only through the heart-shaped birthmark spanning the back of her hand.

Magenta with a dove for Sawyer, fourteen with the kindest eyes in the world. Drew lays the sword they had never wanted in the fire and watches it melt into perfumed smoke without a word.

Cerise with flowering myrtle for Jasmin, sixteen and the craftiest painter around. Aminah bites her knuckles to the blood in a failed attempt not to cry when the burning paints colour the fire in impossible hues.

… Hot pink with an electric spear for Silena. Clarisse sets the fire with a blank face, dried tear tracks gouging grooves down her cheeks.

(A grief-stained title of cabin counsellor for Drew, fourteen with the weight of her world suddenly on her shoulders. Cabin Ten cannot keep her from turning her head high, eyeliner sharper than it’s been in years.)

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It’s not Drew who orders all signs of Silena Beauregard to be scrubbed from the insides of Cabin Ten. 

Instead, Mitchell passes through the cabin while the others haunt around Camp like the ghosts they had avoided becoming. Carefully, carefully, he folds up Silena’s fashionista posters, picks pictures of her off the clothing clips on the strings strung up throughout the cabin, strips her bed of the flower pillows they’d all collaborated to get for her last (final) birthday, collects clothes from her section of shelves and drawers, and packs everything with even a trace of her into the suitcase under his bed. Grief echoes off the bare spaces, sandalwood perfume soaking into the walls, a vestige of one of the many lives struck short these past several days.

His siblings don’t say anything when they finally come and find him curled up on Ina’s bed, clutching her morning star plush like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered to his body, the entire cabin missing key elements. Drew starts to get ready for bed, Aminah throws herself onto Jasmin’s bed and shatters, Lacy tears her hair free of Anders’s braid with a wail, and Valentina screams into Khalid’s pillows until her voice is hoarse. Mitchell swears he hears similar sounds from the other cabins.

(Rory comes the next day, backpack full of clothing designs he hadn’t bothered to unpack in his rush upon hearing about the strange happenings in New York. He takes one look at his siblings’ hollowed faces, at the bare beds, at the empty spaces, and breaks, begging for forgiveness for not being there to fight along their sides, for not protecting them like an older brother should, for working on his college projects while they fought and died for the world. Drew scoffs, lips perfectly painted, and says there’s a reason they didn’t tell him war was brewing over their last Iris Message. The others pile onto him, cursing and crying and trying to keep themselves from falling into pieces.)

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Officially, Silena Beauregard is a hero. She had been burned with laurel wreaths, and offerings were tossed into the fire to aid her journey to Elysium. Her photo has been put up in the Big House alongside many others, and even Mr D managed not to butcher “Silena Beauregard” for once, prompted by a centaur kick. Her name is whispered under the topic of the ultimate sacrifice, of the power of love, of the bravery of unexpected leaders.

Unofficially, the only one who speaks her name with pure reverence is Clarisse La Rue, and no one says it with such vitriol as Drew Tanaka. Her spy bracelet, still drenched in blood, has been hurled against a wall and remains hidden and gathering dust under her bed. Her cabin has been scrubbed clean of any mentions of her, her name unspoken in fear of Drew’s newfound cruelty.

(Drew builds back up the walls her siblings had dismantled with so much care, taller and thicker than ever before.)

(Mitchell retreats back into himself, the skittishness he had worked so hard to shed shrouding him in full force once again.)

(Lacy melts into the crowd like never before, burying her voice beneath a blanket of sorrow.)

(Valentina ditches her soft colours and loose wardrobe, forcing attention onto her new tastefully torn jeans and bold shades and away from her wail-wrecked throat.)

(Aminah tugs her grief tight around herself and leaves with the summer, her goodbye lacking a definitive “see you later”.)

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Two boys, adorned in pearls and guided by geese, arrive in a cabin full but hollow, plagued by dead siblings and a traitorous hero. Twins, they are, nine years old and unknowing of the carnage of war, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Drew scoffs and scolds but leaves them to her remaining siblings, for her sharp tongue has never been suited for introductions, and even in the wake of her death-stained rule, she will not dare shut children down so soon after arrival.

Names of all the ghosts haunting the cabin become unspoken, none willing to explain them and blemish the twins’ innocence.

It does not work.

Not when Lev walks in on Lacy sorting and resorting dozens of vials of perfumes with shaking hands and trembling breaths. Not when Ren asks Valentina about the night sky painted on the wall over an empty bed and she shuts down entirely for the rest of the day. Not when Lev holds up a mirror to help Mitchel neaten up the impulsive haircut he had given himself after a game of Capture the Flag. Not when Ren catches Drew in a screaming match with another camper over a girl he had never heard about.

Not when something weighs heavily over the empty spaces in the cabin, over the necks of their newfound siblings.

So they ask someone else.

Clarisse La Rue. Will Solace. Connor Stoll. Nyssa Barrera. Malcolm Pace.

Slowly, slowly, they collect pieces, find ways to fit them together, compare conflicting accounts. They get the story of clashing metal, raging fire, slithering scales. A frightful fairytale, starring their fellow campers as the main characters. The missing limbs, the overabundance of scars, the paranoid glances — it all clicks together, and the uncomfortable hollowness of Camp Half-Blood is suddenly apparent.

(Eventually, they ask about their own Cabin’s side of the story.)

(They receive no answer beyond solemn looks and half-hearted shrugs.)

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Piper McLean falls from the sky, crashing straight through the fragile roof of the system Cabin Ten has established for itself the moment she bursts with pink light.

She is… argumentative. Unwilling to cram herself into the tattered tapestry of their Cabin the war had left behind. Determined to be different, to stand out, to raise her hackles at those around her. Filled with an anger towards the paints and ruffles her siblings wrap themselves in, and unconcerned with not letting it spill over and burn them.

She challenges Drew, and they cheer.

(Will the sister-that-never-left finally come back to them?)

Drew scoffs and huffs, sharpens her nails on the sound of Piper’s voice, but does not fight.

(They have fought for so long, and she is tired, and maybe an older kid with none of the wounds that mar the rest of them is needed in Cabin Ten.)

(Within a month, Drew wrenches permission for them to leave Camp for a shopping trip out of Chiron, and they know she is coming back.)

[mysticwinterkit]

Bdubs: "...me in chainmail, my lacy chainmail..."