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Arthur Green left for new lands by the Queen&…

Arthur Green left for new lands by the Queen’s order. He was to claim the land as the property of the Crown getting off one of three ships approaching the shore. But they were welcomed by a storm. Arthur’s ship wandered off the others and broke up on the rocks. Part of the crew was able to save themselves by jumping into the water, and so did Arthur. He was hit by a mast underwater but somehow he regained consciousness on the shore.

When he opened his eyes he heard foreign speech. Sailors’ curses, screams and fire shots. Somebody withdrew a knife attempting to kill the stranger. Arthur didn’t want to kill anybody. He wanted to live. He did not reach for a weapon when he was found but grabbed the man’s wrist and asked for a gulp of water.

Mini-comic “Fashion”, part 1.You a…

Mini-comic “Fashion”, part 1.
You are free to bet on what Cipher needs from Pine this time and what the triangle is going to do with him on the next pages. It’s okay not to bet and just wait for them. I’ll post every day :3

Translation:
– Ha-ha-ha, hi, Pine.
– Let’s see what’s in fashion in this millennium.

In the country of green stone there resides a…

In the country of green stone there resides a folk of daring madmen. Their ancestors built enormous boats and crossed the ocean to find new land, their new home. They tamed volcanoes, conquered glaciers and built their houses on hot soil in wild wet woods.

This is Kai, a young chief who took the leadership after his father not so long ago. He cherishes the traditions of great ancestors and when there is a storm he takes the tribes to the shore to gather the gifts of the ocean. Once one of the storms brings a shipwreck of a British ship. And keeps one of the sailors alive. Kai thinks he resembles a demon of those with white skin, golden hair and the eyes of one of nature’s elements colour. Kai can kill the demon right away. But lets him have a gulp of fresh water…

Well, I remembered what settings I needed onl…

Well, I remembered what settings I needed only after finishing 2/3 of the sketch so I gave up and finished it as it is. Anyway, I am just warming up x)) Recollecting what the skill is after spending a month in ancient mountains doesn’t feel that great.

I’ve come from a place where it is summer now and where quite different tales are cherished. About green stones, sea beasts and great heroes, the history of their deeds being written on their bodies. Well, we rewatched “Moana” and I understood that Maui would be played best by Jason Momoa.

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There is mistletoe above their heads. Well, th…

There is mistletoe above their heads. Well, these foolish things mean nothing. It must be a twins’ trick, just an innocent joke. Young noldoran laughs shyly, and so his fire-haired cousin does. The evening dusk is cosy in the fireplace hall, dinner almost ended.

Of course it’s foolish. They need no mistletoe to kiss each other after the feast.

There is mistletoe above their heads. Well, th…

There is mistletoe above their heads. Well, these foolish things mean nothing. It must be a twins’ trick, just an innocent joke. Young noldoran laughs shyly, and so his fire-haired cousin does. The evening dusk is cosy in the fireplace hall, dinner almost ended.

Of course it’s foolish. They need no mistletoe to kiss each other after the feast.

Albus never celebrated Christmas. Especially a…

Albus never celebrated Christmas. Especially after moving to Godric’s Hollow. He wanted to believe those traditions were alien to him and diligently ignored certain thoughts.

The thoughts he suddenly had when he looked at Gellert. It might have been the fifth or the sixth day of their combined lessons. They were practising magic far more complicated than the magic they were supposed to study in their year. They were absorbed in reading about blood magic and were trying practising legilimency. Albus was looking at Hellert foolishly thinking about Christmas mistletoe at the height of summer.

Later they began trying joint spells, testing their bond and the limits of the possible. “Together we can do anything”, Gellert said. “Even the mistletoe thing”. Albus laughed.

Albus never celebrated Christmas. Especially a…

Albus never celebrated Christmas. Especially after moving to Godric’s Hollow. He wanted to believe those traditions were alien to him and diligently ignored certain thoughts.

The thoughts he suddenly had when he looked at Gellert. It might have been the fifth or the sixth day of their combined lessons. They were practising magic far more complicated than the magic they were supposed to study in their year. They were absorbed in reading about blood magic and were trying practising legilimency. Albus was looking at Hellert foolishly thinking about Christmas mistletoe at the height of summer.

Later they began trying joint spells, testing their bond and the limits of the possible. “Together we can do anything”, Gellert said. “Even the mistletoe thing”. Albus laughed.

To love is to be able to wait. It is not waiti…

To love is to be able to wait. It is not waiting for something, getting worked up over it or trying to comfort yourself with the thought that in the end your closed one will come back and “explain everything”. It is not like this. To wait is to trust. To trust your closed one’s words, actions, behaviour. To wait is to believe in this person without keeping him in the shed of your fear.

If you are able to wait like this you will never be alone.

To love is to be able to wait. It is not waiti…

To love is to be able to wait. It is not waiting for something, getting worked up over it or trying to comfort yourself with the thought that in the end your closed one will come back and “explain everything”. It is not like this. To wait is to trust. To trust your closed one’s words, actions, behaviour. To wait is to believe in this person without keeping him in the shed of your fear.

If you are able to wait like this you will never be alone.