Fatima Aamer Bilal, From Being Unwanted Is A Language.

Artwork done for Subterranean Press's limited edition of The Dragon Republic by R.F. Kuang. I really enjoyed working on this one, too. I love the ocean and bodies of water and stuff like that :)

Sketches and other bonus content are available on my Patreon.

“A Thread of Tips” by Shelby

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I tried to draw and the keyword here is "tried" but here it is! My version of something distantly related to sketching !? I don't know man. Oh! Did I mention this is drawn while listening to no body no crime by Taylor Swift! God! The evermore album made my December magical ❄ and if anybody is interested or not this scene is taken from The ghost teller. It's a manhwa or webtoon.

Ewan Mitchell [Aemond] for 'Esquire UK' Interview

“Doggedly chasing after the truth, and marching towards what’s right is a never-ending process.”

Stranger S2 (2020) - Finale

1989

When Aemond sees Lucerys

heyaa... I'd suggest you to read ' homo sapiens ' by Yuval Noah Harari. Anyway I hope you are fine and doing well wherever you are!!!❤️ plus if you'd like to suggest me some books then please do!!!💕

Thank you so much! I'll read it for sure 😊😊 and I'd suggest you to read Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier and The Husband's Secret by Liane Moriarty 💖💖

i think a lot of people are forgetting that taylor wrote a lot of these songs while she was having her manic phase and felt like dying and was ignoring joever and was channeling everything into matty, and not with hindsight and perspective. and this is not me saying that she’s lying about how she actually feels, rather i think she’s never been this honest. maybe she feels differently about it now (we have songs laced with regret and hate on the album too). what i am saying is that you can’t want to know her life and then get mad when she reveals just how dark and twisted it was.

was it casual when you shoved him off the cliff and then stood over his corpse watching the warmth and light slowly fade from his familiar blue eyes was it casual when his father said you made his son the happiest he'd ever seen his baby boy was it casual when his parents gave you the honor of being the pallbearer when you stood amongst his brothers and carried the corpse you'd made to the hollowed ground was it casual when you were so lost in your own mind standing above his grave that you smeared the dirt of his grave across your chest (you killed him. it doesn't mean you didn't love him.)