The sentiment has indeed rotted out of me
I will fly under the radar for a little while. I hate everybody in the world. Or something
MOX is the working title of a series of books (read: long ass stories) regarding a massive bay. The name is traditionally associated with the bay, though it is called Blood Harbor on the few maps which depict it.
"Savage Folklore" is the likely title of one such story about Rose the whaler and a selkie. My second to last entry told of these two.
This is Rose. The horned sea eagle is named Morgan. The quail is named Nosh. The word on his hat is Gaelic for "silencer". This is because he kills whales and whales sing. He considers himself clever, yes
This is the selkie. Rose names her Sulk because that's all she's good at.
(She's a good lay if you like fucking cadavers. She'd rather be eating penguins or something I don't know)
She is supposed to look eerie and something like a leopard seal, which she becomes when she puts on her skin.
I am trying to define my inking style. This is part of a much larger picture depicting Rose stabbing the selkie through her bottom jaw after she bites off two of his fingers.
It has been well-received in the small social circle I associate with. Naturally I am about to give up on it
CORONER is the name of a town I have situated in central Nevada. This series is about suicide and ghosts and calamity.
This is Ricochet and Poppy
I need to find an antique blow dryer to draw in this picture. The one in the house I live in is far too new. I'm looking for one from the late seventies. Ricochet is dead so naturally he can levitate objects and perch on shower rods. He has tracks on his arm from where he shot heroin. At nineteen he overdosed in his bathroom. Seven years later this bathroom belongs to Poppy.
Do you see where I am going with this?
The ornate "A" on his shoulder denotes him as an Alterer. He is able to shift into a spectral white dog. He is supposed to shepherd the souls of the recently killed to the other side. However, he is very negligent in his duties. He prefers to fuck with the living.
All suicides become omens.
TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THAT
These are all works in progress. Please offer any critiques, comments, complaints, concerns, and what have you.
Hooray for cold blooded murder inside the walls of your skull. Toodles.
MOX is the working title of a series of books (read: long ass stories) regarding a massive bay. The name is traditionally associated with the bay, though it is called Blood Harbor on the few maps which depict it.
"Savage Folklore" is the likely title of one such story about Rose the whaler and a selkie. My second to last entry told of these two.
This is Rose. The horned sea eagle is named Morgan. The quail is named Nosh. The word on his hat is Gaelic for "silencer". This is because he kills whales and whales sing. He considers himself clever, yes
This is the selkie. Rose names her Sulk because that's all she's good at.
(She's a good lay if you like fucking cadavers. She'd rather be eating penguins or something I don't know)
She is supposed to look eerie and something like a leopard seal, which she becomes when she puts on her skin.
I am trying to define my inking style. This is part of a much larger picture depicting Rose stabbing the selkie through her bottom jaw after she bites off two of his fingers.
It has been well-received in the small social circle I associate with. Naturally I am about to give up on it
CORONER is the name of a town I have situated in central Nevada. This series is about suicide and ghosts and calamity.
This is Ricochet and Poppy
I need to find an antique blow dryer to draw in this picture. The one in the house I live in is far too new. I'm looking for one from the late seventies. Ricochet is dead so naturally he can levitate objects and perch on shower rods. He has tracks on his arm from where he shot heroin. At nineteen he overdosed in his bathroom. Seven years later this bathroom belongs to Poppy.
Do you see where I am going with this?
The ornate "A" on his shoulder denotes him as an Alterer. He is able to shift into a spectral white dog. He is supposed to shepherd the souls of the recently killed to the other side. However, he is very negligent in his duties. He prefers to fuck with the living.
All suicides become omens.
TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THAT
These are all works in progress. Please offer any critiques, comments, complaints, concerns, and what have you.
Hooray for cold blooded murder inside the walls of your skull. Toodles.