Hochipilli cube! :)
 Made for identity project for board games shop.

Hochipilli cube! :) Made for identity project for board games shop.

0 notes / March 21, 2013

#wip #fanart #hp #lilyevans

#wip #fanart #hp #lilyevans

0 notes / March 21, 2013

A concept of a robotic arm for Marcus (one of my characters).

A concept of a robotic arm for Marcus (one of my characters).

1 note / March 15, 2013

The songs of morning by ~Dzihiri

The songs of morning by ~Dzihiri

kjp1000:

I can’t even tell you how accurate this is

(Source: timeywimeyteapot)

Reblogged from fuckyeahlilyevans with 11,173 notes / January 15, 2013

This is a presentation video of my Not-a-book about typography which I made as an outcome for a project in BHSAD.

0 notes / June 6, 2012

«Black sniffed and retold him the talk between Snape and Evans  he has overheard. Mole named after Lucius didn’t impress Potter – he  didn’t know Slytherin’s Prefect (and, to be honest, didn’t want to know), but  Rapunzel…James rolled up his sleeves and trouser-legs, tied up hem of the robe and got into the water.“Ah?” Sirius opened his mouth.James  fumbled in the water, snatched at something and from the second try he  pulled out the whole bush of water-plants – long green braids paddling  in the water.“Oh!” said Sirius. And shut his mouth.James,  looking business-like, fastened water-plantish mane on the hat, pulled  it down over his eyes, straightened out the robe and proclaimed:“There’s a Rapunzel!”It flowed from the improvised wig. Sirius grunted. James laughed.»

«Black sniffed and retold him the talk between Snape and Evans he has overheard. Mole named after Lucius didn’t impress Potter – he didn’t know Slytherin’s Prefect (and, to be honest, didn’t want to know), but Rapunzel…
James rolled up his sleeves and trouser-legs, tied up hem of the robe and got into the water.
“Ah?” Sirius opened his mouth.
James fumbled in the water, snatched at something and from the second try he pulled out the whole bush of water-plants – long green braids paddling in the water.
“Oh!” said Sirius. And shut his mouth.
James, looking business-like, fastened water-plantish mane on the hat, pulled it down over his eyes, straightened out the robe and proclaimed:
“There’s a Rapunzel!”
It flowed from the improvised wig. Sirius grunted. James laughed.»

2 notes / January 15, 2012

I coloured one of my old sketches of Edward Elrick and Winry  Rockbell. Actually, I have no idea what exactly happened there and whom  Ed was fighting and why Winry is on the battlefield. So you are free to  imagine the whole story yourself. C:

I coloured one of my old sketches of Edward Elrick and Winry Rockbell. Actually, I have no idea what exactly happened there and whom Ed was fighting and why Winry is on the battlefield. So you are free to imagine the whole story yourself. C:

5 notes / January 10, 2012

Reblogged from gvennol with 3,381 notes / January 9, 2012

Nights in sick quarters by ~Dzihiri
«He may examine the portraits in the ward and talk to them  (sometimes they condescend to talking to freshmen). He may swallow  potions and simply lay on his back, remembering what he has read before.  For instance, about duels. When he got tired of it, he may lay, his  head on the opposite side of the bed (they had windows here - luxury  after caves), and look, look at clouds, spotting the sky, and at stars  at night. It was difficult to see anything else from here.Stars  reflected in wide open boy’s eyes, grey as school lake. Slytherin wasn’t  situated simply under the ground - it, as Black found out, was exactly  under the lake. Black didn’t know whether he was the only one who  thought of lots of water above their chambers or there were other  paranoiacs? What will happen if ceilings and building sorcery break? It  wasn’t like these thoughts were following him all the time, but sick  quarters seemed as more reliable place to sleep.»

Nights in sick quarters by ~Dzihiri

«He may examine the portraits in the ward and talk to them (sometimes they condescend to talking to freshmen). He may swallow potions and simply lay on his back, remembering what he has read before. For instance, about duels. When he got tired of it, he may lay, his head on the opposite side of the bed (they had windows here - luxury after caves), and look, look at clouds, spotting the sky, and at stars at night. It was difficult to see anything else from here.
Stars reflected in wide open boy’s eyes, grey as school lake. Slytherin wasn’t situated simply under the ground - it, as Black found out, was exactly under the lake. Black didn’t know whether he was the only one who thought of lots of water above their chambers or there were other paranoiacs? What will happen if ceilings and building sorcery break? It wasn’t like these thoughts were following him all the time, but sick quarters seemed as more reliable place to sleep.»