|Im not going to say im the Next Michelangleo , or Da Venchi but I am good at somethings , all I ask is please comment please tell me your thoughts of a certain piece why do you like it or not like it. I'm mostly a Treasure Planet 'artist' . But have galleries for a few other things as well ^_^ |
live today as if no tomorrow, live tomorrow as if no today- my code of life.
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I'm a southern introverted writer and tech head who likes to draw time to time. I enjoy Disney, Cats and steampunk most of all and curling up next to my cat with a good book on a peacful day.
My favorite fandoms include but are not limited to, Frozen, Treasure Planet, The Clockwork Century, the finishing School and The Parasol Protectoriate. I'm a 21 one year old computer nerd with a work in progress degree in IT work.
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Personal Quote: live today as if no tomrrow live tomorrow as if no today-me
In memory of
A Second SnowflakeThe room of the Queen and the Consort was mostly silent, the only noise coming from the bundle of blue fabric that kept the newborn warm while resting in their mother’s arms. Elsa was exhausted and still damp from sweat caused by her six hour labor but she forgot it all as she gazed down on her second child, her first boy. Just like his sister, he had inherited his father’s auburn hair but she had yet to see his eyes. He had opened them briefly but not enough to see what color they were. Maybe he had Hans’ olive eyes or her blue ones. Maybe he had the color of her parents’ or those of Hans’. Regardless of what color they would be, Elsa had no doubt they would be as beautiful as Isabella’s
Her gaze was torn away from her son when Hans took his miniature hand in his own, caressing the soft skin with his thumb and smiling when the baby wrapped his entire had around his father’s finger.
“Do you want to hold him?” Elsa whispered after a