Kirby drew a Raz that I instantly just thought “dude I want to color that”. So I did (after she said I could, yaay). And of course I decided that now would be a great time to play around with texture brushes.
Hey sorry about my hiatus guys, but school’s started up and I’m just not feeling it right now. I’ll get a queue up when I can, but dA’s running dry.
This is a call for submissions.
100 followers, huh?
Alright, pause everything.
I gotta writeup another giveaway thing….
This is taking longer to write than I expected. Sorry for the wait; have a small teaser.
I sat down to practice drawing Raz and Lili, because earlier today I realised that I’m not very good at drawing either of them…
But of course, my brain had other ideas and I didn’t feel like arguing with it.
(Doodled while listening to ‘Unwell’, by Matchbox 20.)
I can sleep easy knowing that this is a thing.
You know what, I don’t even know.
Also, I found this the other day, in a document that’s over a year old, and I can’t remember why I even wrote it :’D
He touched her hand gently. “Milla.” he whispered. She didn’t answer him. At least, not with words.
He smiled at her, and his heart warmed to see her smile back. “Rest now, liebchen.”
She shifted slightly on the sheets and frowned a little.
He sighed softly, moving his hand from hers and reaching for her temple. “Let me.”
She relaxed more and as he touched her he felt the usual familiar openness her mind always had waiting for him. He stayed there for a few moments, focusing on his own calming thoughts and pouring them into her. When he finally withdrew his hand Milla was peacefully still, her breathing even and steady.
Before she drifted off into another long and comfortable sleep, there was one final thought that whispered at the edges of Sasha’s mind.
Te amo, querido. Te amo muito.
He smiled again. Liebe dich auch, liebchen.
I was cleaning up my Milla ask-blog, and I’d forgotten that I’d written and posted this:
Levitation was Milla’s niche, it was what she taught the campers, it was her favourite power… But it was not her primary power…
She remembers her first experience with empathy, her first experience with psychic powers at all… She felt them, she felt all of them… Dying… Burning… Empathy was useful for tending to children, useful for understanding criminals and madmen and talking them back from the edge. But at the worst of times, empathy was a nightmare.
And tonight? Anger, frustration, hatred, pain, rage, children in torment, children tormenting back, each and every bad feeling spreading like wildfire… It was too much to hold back. It leaked in through her shields, tainting her calm and cheerful demeanor. The negativity was too strong for any empath to ignore.
She took her keys and headed out, wanting nothing but a cheap thrill… Wanting to lose herself in the throngs and beat of the club scene.
She would not be home by morning.
I’ve pushed empathy back to her secondary power since I wrote that, but I still kept it around because I didn’t think it was all that badly written. :D
But yeah, I removed it from Milla’s blog today, so I’m posting it here instead.
"I wanna draw more ‘20’s ‘nauts" and then three hours later…
Milla how do you fight with hair like that. I have to question these things even though I love drawing your hair.