Amity!!
[Image ID: A digital drawing of Amity from The Owl House, wearing a witch's hat and kneeling in front of a cauldron. Her hair is brown with lilac streaks, and her hat is made of purple abomination goo, matching a similar cape.
She's levitating more goo, as well as floating eyeballs, out of the cauldron with a focused and contemplative expression. The cauldron has Emerald Entrails and "L+A" stickers on it, as well as the artist's signature.
The second two images are closeups on Amity and the cauldron. End ID]
Image description by @anistarrose - thanks so much!
Part 2 of my witch outfit series!
Part 1
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WHG 19: The Last Visit
whg tag list: @concealeddarkness13 @pen-of-roses @ratracechronicler @knmartinshouldbewriting @clocksandchaos @forthesanityofsome
Having unusual luck in getting these prompts done so I'm going to be riding that as long as it lasts
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Two peacekeepers led me to a little room that probably served as an office most other days of the year but now had been stripped of anything that could be remotely useful or interesting. They dropped me off and not thirty seconds after they stepped outside Kyra and Striker hurried through the door. Not Asher. He wasn’t with them. I even leaned over to try and see behind the two of them to try and spot him but nothing. He wasn’t there. Why?
Striker pulled me into a hug, surprising me out of my fruitless search. “I’m so sorry Argent.” He spoke softly and I leaned into him, but what did he have to be sorry for? It wasn’t like it was him who drew my name and announced it in front of the district.
“Where’s Asher?”
His grip loosened and he drew back at my question. “I... I’m not sure.” He glanced at Kyra.
“I don’t know either.” She frowned, glancing out the open door and into the foyer as if he would be there. “He said something and ran off but I didn’t catch any of it.”
I nodded. It wasn’t like there was much else to say about it anyway. He might show up. He might not.
“Are you afraid?”
I looked up at Striker. He didn’t seem to want to meet my eyes but he stood near me, near enough to hold if I wanted. Was I afraid? I probably should have been. Odds were against me surviving by numbers alone but I didn’t intend to die. At least not easily.
“Not yet.” I sighed, kicking at the ground with the toe of my shoe. “I don’t know.” I should have been far more afraid than I was but maybe it just hadn’t hit me yet. “You’ll tell Ember what happened, right?” She wouldn’t be back for another week at least. Chances were she’d been watching from any screen she came across on her travels but just in case she hadn’t...
Striker nodded. “I will. Is there anything else you’d like us to do for you?”
Was there? I paused, thinking. Striker... He was reliable. He would do whatever it was I needed, but did I need anything done? I hadn’t been here long enough for there to be any loose ends to tie up, anything that needed to be dealt with in my stead. I could disappear from the district and only a handful of people would even notice.
I kept my head down. “Tell Asher goodbye for me.”
I’d seen the clock counting down outside. If he wasn’t here by now he wasn’t going to be.
“I will.” He sighed and pulled me into another hug, tighter this time, like he too knew that time was running out. “Do whatever you have to do, Argent. I’ll miss you.”
He would? I stood still, letting him hold me as long as he wanted. Had he cared about me enough to miss me? I hadn’t known him for more than a year. Huh. I guess I would miss him if something happened to him so maybe it wasn’t unreasonable for him to miss me.
The peacekeepers stepped back in and the clunk of their boots was all the direction Striker needed to let me go. He didn’t say anything else as they led me away and when I glanced back he had turned to Kyra. She held his hand and offered a cloth to his face.
This might have been the last time I saw them, and I forgot to even say goodbye to the two of them. I’d only told them to tell Asher.
“Hey!” I stopped despite already being most of the way down the hallway, startling the peacekeepers. “Goodbye Striker! Goodbye Kyra! I’ll miss you!”
“Come on,” one of the peacekeepers mumbled and took me by my elbow to turn me back around. They probably didn’t like that I did that but also didn’t seem to care enough about a belated goodbye to do anything but chide me about it. They’d probably seen worse
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I have a cow oc and I’m having a lot of trouble drawing there face any tips?
i reaalllllly recommend doing studies! don't be scared to trace some photos to get a feel for the shapes, or just go nuts and make em cartoony! i personally try and pick out species-specific traits to emphasize when i draw furries, like a cow's barrel shaped body and small mouth, or the canine lower teeth before fangs and rounded triangle ears on wolves.
i'm not very good at explaining my process, but i hope this helps!
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