Iivari’s favorite time of year is near the end of spring/early summer due to a festival that is held in his kingdom. It’s a holiday that celebrates being a family. He drags his brother out of their palace to mingle with the commoners. Iivari is a such a baby brother and loves spending time with his elder brother Kallias.
The festival is something his mother actually created during his father’s rule. She felt a day where the soldiers could specifically dedicate time to their families was needed during a dark time in their kingdom. So Iivari and Kallias have celebrated this day in their mother’s honor and it means a lot to Iivari. :)
This is Gonna Be Good - my character learns your character is in fact alive after believing they were long dead.
There were certain sights that Yesenia simply didn’t want to see. Sights she’d left behind long ago, listening to the wind scream, the sand sting, the sorrowful sound of sanity drawing its last breath.
She’d thought the thing long dead. A sand storm like that - nothing could stride free of it. And without it - without that hedonistic horror in her life, everything was so wonderful. Clarity, sound mind: she could think straight without thinking the sky was starting to fall.
But there’s a song, see - a song about the cat coming back the very next day, and perhaps for the abomination standing before her, maybe it only had been a day; it had been so easy to forget the eternal things in life, the way the world worked and how, at times, geometry and rationale took a back seat in this fucked up ride called life.
And as she stared - as she dared to take in the haughty, proud lines of his face, the slope of his jaw and the generous slash of his mouth - she could feel it happening again. She could feel the way her mind was starting to itch, starting to crawl.
She could feel the way she wanted to start laughing, gibbering, begging and pleading, like a junkie looking for some fix only he could give her.
So slowly did he start to smile, the width of his mouth running like wildfires in too dry summers: that smile turned perpetually upwards, reaching for a Heaven that wanted nothing to do with him.
“And here I thought,” the thing in dark flesh started to purr, to slur, words dripping off his countless tongues, “you’d died already. Fitting, wouldn’t that be?"
He started towards her and she was as powerless as a new colt, having no idea what legs were, much less what to do with them.
And with the suddenness of a viper striking, long fingers had curled at her neck, squeezing tight.
“That turn about would be fair play?" the Pharaoh asked, eyes as lack as the Pits starting to swallow her whole.
• finalize script for monster anthology monagerie comic this week with DJ
• thumbnails for 5 pages, sketch out a page. when 5 pages reached, start next batch of thumbs etc
• ink page
• pass it off to DJ for cleanup, flat colors and text for the week
Omg I’m so excited for this! I’m so ready for summer, a lot of artist I love are putting out comics this summer!
Hey guys Kinda in a rut right now. Need a break from homework. I want to draw my OC’s but I don’t know how or who to draw. So you can come in and request how you want to see me draw one of my OC’s. Let’s keep this…nsfw. I don’t mind kissing and nudity but not full blow you know…sex. XD