Holy Shit??

OOOOOUGHHHH

(YOU GET IT 🫵🏽🫵🏽)

MY wambert philosophy

I know the sentiment of the day gets swept up into romantic love a lot, but I think it's important to remember that today wasn't about romance. It was about love, of all kinds, and there is no greater love than to love yourself.

If you spent the day alone, like I did, then don't feel like you've missed out or were undeserving in some way. Instead, take from today that you are enough without needing someone else beside you. You have come so far, often times without a loving voice beside you. You survive the trials and tribulations of life every day, in a way that is entirely unique from anyone else in the entire world.

You did that, nobody else.

Happy end to Valentine's Day everyone, remember to love yourself above all. I hope you all find the self-appreciation you deserve in life. It's hard, but you can do it.

There's only one of you, and they're perfect.

They always will be <3

So the music loving tribe thing, made more lore for it:

When they were young, the lamb’s tribe had been moving around all across the old faith lands to escape from the slaughter. From rocky hills to caves to forests, until lastly near the sea.

They settled in a hill near the sea where it’s was far enough from the main land, the new land had vast meadows and a large enough shore to build bonfires.

The flock couldn’t arrange celebrations while they were hiding in forests (fearing it’s might draw attention to them) so in there they went wild with them ;new instruments, new dances , new decorations made with the shiny shells in the shoreline , new cuisines and a new common song.

Sang by honey like voices and preformed by masterful musicians, this melody became the symbol of their new home and a reminder of hope for coming generations.

Lamb would always sing it in their free time ; sitting by the sea collecting exotic rocks & colorful shells. They sang it, hummed it , played it on the conch and choreographed a personal dance for it. It almost became a prayer for them.

But after their tribe’s slaughter, that warm melody became a cold reminder of their home and a symbol of lost hope. Little by little they started to hum it less, they stopped singing it, and then they have forgotten it completely centuries later.

you ever see something so hurtie that you have to stare at the distance for a moment (please i’m in public i can’t do this rn ueuwueue,,)

woe be upon ye

SAME SAME SAME

OMG NOOOO 😭😭

I TOLD YOU I FIND IT HARD TO TELL YOU ABOUT MY OBSESSION DIRECTLY

ignore this post finals fatigue was jumping me🥰 ( btw tis my other account)

instead of studying i’ve made this blog bc i’ve came to the realization that i don’t have many friends who like listening to me 🥰🙏🏽

this,,, this does it for me,, ooch-

The fear of forgetting your face.. 🥀

im,,so normal about this

Narcissus's consequences

I got the idea from seeing the Caravage's painting of Narcissus- Thought it would fit Narinder and the Bishop's very well =D

[Process below]

Kallaumar human concept!!! (2/?)

Based on how he acts as a follower I imagine him to be a drama queen.

Funky guy (gender neutraly)

idk what to name 'em yet, i've started thinking of their backstory before the sacrifice and their personality but no name yet :-p

love in their eyes😍