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deilrium:

“This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors.” 


firelordwael:

“Don’t believe her.”

The whole world closes around me, like an eyelid: For a moment, everything goes dark.

I am falling. My ears are full of rushing; I have been sucked into a tunnel, a place of pressure and chaos. My head is about to explode.

He looks different. He is much thinner, and a scar runs from his eyebrow all the way down to his jaw. On his neck, just behind his left ear, a small tattooed number curves around the three-pronged scar that fooled me, for so long, into believing he was cured. His eyes—once a sweet, melted brown, like syrup—have hardened. Now they are stony, impenetrable.

Only his hair is the same: that auburn crown, like leaves in autumn.

Impossible. I close my eyes and reopen them: the boy from a dream, from a different lifetime. A boy brought back from the dead.

Alex.

- Pandemonium by Lauren Oliver


Do i even need to explain the need to draw alex? nope, ok great. So i was thinking of drawing a portrait like this for several characters from each book, so i decided on alex (but pandemonium alex, not delirium). It took me a while to figure out that “crown of autumn leaves” means “auburn” she says it in requiem  and needless to say the “dont believe her” just made my heart sink to my feet, like OUCH. I also tried to add as much details as mentioned like the scar on his eye and the random crypts number on his neck… any way… it’s the first time i draw someone facing the screen head on, i like it…. LENA IS NEXT.


i followed virias coloring and eye tutorials to make this.

Art by Me


lily-prongs:

alex sheathes


“How did I love her?
Let me count the ways.
The freckles on her nose like the shadow of a shadow; the way she chewed on her lower lip when she walked and how when she ran she looked like she was born going fast and how she fit perfectly against my chest; her smell and the touch of her lips and her skin, which was always warm, and how she smiled.
Like she had a secret.
How she always made up words during Scrabble. Hyddym (secret music). Grofp (cafeteria food). Quaw (the sound a baby duck makes). How she burped her way through the alphabet once, and I laughed so hard I spat out soda through my nose.
And how she looked at me like I could save her from everything bad in the world.
This was my secret: she was the one who saved me.”


Like the color of leaves in autumn, burning, burning.



Boys don’t cry, they just get stones in their eyes. They like to build walls around the hurt inside and pretend that it dies.



“You should know that. You have to know that.”