Hey there! I'm Jace, 19 year old (*2002). she/her and they/them. bi or pan. A (funktioning) depressed fangirl (girl? person? idek anymore) from Germany and working on my mental health (which is also the reason why I'm hardly on this site anymore). Part of more fandoms than there are stars in the sky, but mainly D&D shows (Dimension 20, Critical Role, NADDpod, The Adventure Zone, etc.) Musicals (Starkid, bare, Lizard Boy, etc.), MCU, Narnia, Marauders, K-pop, ... and sooo many more. Big multi-shipper. Love the angst. poetry & aesthetics™ enthusiast. I'll try to do inktober this year, but who knows.
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A Piece Of Fanart Of My Favourite Green Girl, That I Made 2 Years Ago And I Just Found It Again. Gamorra
A piece of fanart of my favourite green girl, that I made 2 years ago and I just found it again. Gamorra is bae.
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Watch this Musical!!
As a history nerd that was obsessed with the whole Henry VIII situation, this is the best!
... also I am in love with every single one of these ladies.
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Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.
He does not die a death of shame.
On a day of dark disgrace,
Nor have a noose about his neck,
Nor a cloth upon his face,
Nor drop feet foremost through the floor,
Into an empty place.
——The Ballad of Reading Gaol (1898);Oscar Wilde