OC in Three
@aziz-reads and @kosmic-kore got me for this one.
And I'm going to cheat.
We're doing this for Den and Delmas from Pale Blood...and I haves arts for them, so you get my sketchy messes.
tagging @rmgrey-author (because I know ya loves these) and leaving it OPEN for everyone else!
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Narcissus - digital painting; 12 hours
Detail shots below cut, or swipe on mobile to see! Astarion fresh from his grave... Another version can be found here.
Please do not repost/put on other platforms.
"After it all, I sat by a river. My hands were muddied and bruised, bleeding. I peered into the water and saw nothing. My very face was taken from me--my image. I wept, endless. Then, he came."
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a print i was selling at an artist alley last weekend
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Oc in 15
@cowboybrunch tagged me for this one. Thank you. ^.-
I is tagging EVERYONE. Yeah, that's right, all of you. You see this and wanna do it, here's your excuse.
Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!
We're going to use Ron, the best ghoulfriend, from Pale Blood.
“Oh please, honey, don’t strain yourself. Just, go make us some coffee and I’ll meet you in the breakroom.”
“I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, honey…but you’re at work.”
“What, you think the aquiline marvel in the center of this handsome mug is just for show?”
“What, snuggle coworkers after screaming ghosts into oblivion?”
“Yeah, well, don’t go buyin’ me any flowers just yet, I'm not all that sweet.”
“Let me answer your question with my own; in the, what, year you’ve worked here, have you ever seen me leave the bloodbank?”
“That’s because I haven’t, and can’t—legally. Our fair city has laws against walking, talking dead things wandering the streets.”
“but I don’t kill them. They’re already dead when I get them. I’m—I’m not dangerous, I’m just…a monster.”
“Oh no, you don’t,” he spat, “you’re off the menu, buddy.”
“Not a monster, she says,” Ron complained to the ‘happy bats’, running his hands along their bulbous eyes and bloody smiles. “What does she know of monsters…”
[I dunno if it's more or less funny with context but this is in reference to Den]“What’s wrong with the bag hanging off you?”
“There’s a mini in the room two doors up on the left. You may take one bag from it and I have counted.”
[talking to himself]“Jealousy is not your color. And he isn’t even that cute, it’s all that fang blood giving you the goo-goo eyes. Be happy for him. That’s what friends do, and that’s what you are; friends, just friends.”
“I’m an idiot, I know,” he said after, “I’m not going anywhere, ever. I will live beyond most myths…and here I am whining,” he choked, setting the coffee down as the tears fell, “about what it costs me.”
“Don’t hurt yourself, hon, I think I get the gist here; she called or something? Do Goddesses have netlinks?”
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