Pink city skylines and the wind in your hair… Had Melodie not been deathly afraid of heights, it would’ve been lovely to be up there on the roof. The whole sunset was a gorgeous shade of watermelon, tinged by strawberry and raspberry with just a little bit of cotton candy blue. It was just too bad that terror fixed her to her spot, pressing herself close to Wolfgang while the massive hellhound bickered with Elliot over the binoculars again. “Come…
Esko tried to convince himself he didn’t care. He didn’t care about the implications of what might happen if he got his revenge. He didn’t care about who might die if he let the Trolls through the city walls. He didn’t miss his mother and father. He didn’t want to see them again. He was doing just fine living in the woods as a societal outcast with a water monster who was so caught up in his pride that he…
CONTENT WARNING: Implied/referenced suicide, drowning
Ellen wouldn’t have wanted this for Esko. She would’ve sobbed openly and kicked and screamed and punched every officer as Esko was lead to the city gates. She would’ve broken free and ran out there alongside him, promising that if he was going to die in the wilderness, she’d be there with them. Ellen would’ve never left his side.
Just as one set of questions was answered, a whole new set unfurled like ferns in spring. Ryder heaved a sigh and shook their head in the rapidly dimming light, watching as the last of the sun seemed to follow the girl like a loyal pet.
Two figures – one in red plaid with antlers and the other in a gold-trimmed cloak – stood parallel across the water to her, looking as startled as she was.
You can find the speedpaint of it here: https://youtu.be/-3NnyX7LDCI?feature=shared My first time actually using color theory, and my first time drawing anything underwater.
Lyrics from There I Am, There I Am Again by Fleshdumpster Cat with a god complex. What sins will he commit?
Started as a vent piece, later turned into a lighting experiment. Background image taken by me on a trip to San Diego. It’s mostly about change, nostalgia, and growing up.
“Reese…” the red-clad fae whispered the name over and over again, as though familiarizing himself with its very feel and taste. “Reese, Reese, Reese… It’s a good name. Strong.” “It’s Welsh. My mom always said it meant ‘fire’ and ‘enthusiasm’.” Reese watched Glais crack another smile. Despite the eeriness of his needle-sharp teeth and blood-red eyes, he had a charming air about him, especially whenever he grinned. He dressed in a vest and a white shirt with billowing sleeves, like…
“Soon,” whispered the winds to the little one, but the little one’s heart did not stop aching.