::the heavy paper is blotched here and there with finger prints in the emerald ink, a few of the letters smugged where she backed to ‘read’ what she wrote::

Tabitha has been beating me over the head with this for quite some time, and now on my 28th year on this planet I guess I could amuse her. So here I am again like use to many many years ago writing down the ramblings of a woman no one else will read. And, in truth, I don’t care if they do or don’t, I won’t be able to see to tell.

A lot has happened in the last year, The Preservers for one, my apprenticeship with one I’ll leave nameless here, Tangent, and my work as an artist… so much to cover…

I won’t go into too much detail about The Preservers, the identity of their leaders and their habits/ endeavors  must remain a secret but among their ranks I have found a family, a honey comb of people that both love and care for one another and truly believe what they are fighting for. Our leader is a strong man his will is law, but he is also understanding and caring keeping in mind the wants and hearts of his people. The amount of faith that they, we…I have in our leader is… undoubtedly … admirable.

I have shed blood for these people, felt their loss and struggles, and I hope to do so in the continuing years until the Void is nothing more then a fairy tale we tell our children to keep them safe from the other evils of the world.

As I have before stated I am the apprentice of a very well known…well to do businessman of …well to just put him in Zaun would be a gross understatement to say the least. 

…I am not one to believe in fate, I find the whole concept… never mind. Either way, I will agree that sometimes things seem to fall together in a most fantastic way. Like a particularly bad lonely day that would force a other wise anti social summoner out of the confines of her other wise beloved office to venture out lost in though to… embarrassingly lose herself in the halls she is unfamiliar with…

He saved me so to speak, saved me from my self and the prison of my mind. The Professor has… has nested himself in a very dear part of my heart. As the stars love the night sky, or the moon loves the light of the sun… Poetry escapes me today it seems. I find it profound how quickly we garnered each others affections, like breathing or walking. Something we don’t think about, its natural, seamless.

His fans have died down, the soft clicking of his internal workings easing… he must be asleep. And I to must go. Until next time my little book. Until next time.

~Ronyo.

ask-graves:

ronyoart:

ask-graves:

*frantically waves arms at Ronyo then suddenly blurts out*

Well I’m feelin’ mighty fine an’ fully loaded an’ ready t’fire. Care to come down an’ give my big ol’ gun a spit shine polish?

*Graves just stares at Ronyo, horrified at himself at what he just said to the blind summoner, speechless*

O//////_///////O I …..what….. I… I … why would Q/////////Q you say…something so crude …. I … ::starts to cry:: Why I though we were friends…on Valentines to!

*facepalms*

Tarnation…

QnQ How could you…

ronyoart:

Clopin from Disney’s Hunchback of Notre Dame. Hes one of my all time favorite characters in the Disney universe. And also very unique character even by Disney’s standards.

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Clopin

This is just the sketch, done on marker paper with a HB pencil its about 8x12in I will be putting a boarder on it which will increase the size. I plan on coloring it with my Markers THIS TIME I WAS SMART AND DID IT ON PROPER PAPER!! ::Gasp:: \O/ Yay. :3

tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

Hummm That would have to be pushing Fate into the lake when we were kids….that was quite fun…and the beginning of an…interesting friendship.