Become a Patron! Heyo. I'm Margaret. 20. She/her. I'm currently doing commissions. I'm into a bunch of different animes and cartoons, if you're curious to see if I'm into anything feel free to ask. Mainly going to be traditional stuff with some digital and 3D stuff scattered throughout. Occasional gore, body horror, and nonsexual nudity but that will be the most nsfw it gets and will be tagged appropriately.
last night I had the experience of "referencing a tumblr post that you think is widely known but turns out to not be as widely known as you thought it was" last night and it was this post. whatever. go my scallops
A mark on your forehead identifies the god you must worship to stay alive, usually by joining its local church or temple. Your mark is unknown, meaning an old, forgotten god sponsored you. To survive, you must either find an old temple to worship at, or do the arduous task of building a new one
Nobody in your small coastal village has ever seen the Godmark that you were born with. It’s a dark russet sequence of criss-crossing lines, with a vertical arrowhead on the left and a circle on the right, just over where your brow meets your temple. Some of the traders who come down from the mountain say it looks like one of the scripts used in the hinterlands, but not a language that any of them recognize.
“If she’s got the temperament for it, she should try her luck inland,” they advise. “No point her starting a temple here if she’d find her people elsewhere, with a little searching.”
At first, your parents are reluctant to send you away. Though you’re well-behaved and diligent in your chores, you’re a sickly child with no God to worship. And besides, you’ve always been the dreamy type–inclined to lose track of time watching the path of rain droplets chasing down the window, or the fronds of an anemone as it sways in a rock pool.
Instead, they send you to the temple of the Storm to learn all you’ll need for your own God. You are happy there, for a time: making up beds and serving food to the castaways who pass through, keeping vigil at the lighthouse, burning incense and praying with the loyal widows and orphans of the drowned.
One such widow, an old, old lady, touches the mark on your forehead. “I recognise those letters. We wrote this way in the town where I grew up, way off past the mountains.”
Your heartbeat quickens. “What does it say!?”
She squints, eyes engulfed by wrinkles and hidden behind smudged glass. “A… Ar… Oh, I can’t remember how to speak it. I left before I learnt my letters properly. There was a war, you know. But I remember,” she says, mistily, “the most beautiful pink and white flowers used to grow, on the borders of the wheat fields…”
You try to ask more questions, but remembering the war distresses her, and so you speak of other things. When she’s drifted off to sleep, you get to your feet, go home and tell your parents: you are leaving in search of your God.
woman in a wlw way. man in a mlm way. nonbinary in a queer, unperceivable creature made up of contradictory amounts of light and darkness, formless, but at the same time ever shifting, like a memory and a dream, way.
I’m taking commissions now! Woo! More info about it under the read more.
I’m opening up 5 slots for commisions (may open more if there is time) so DM if you’re interested. All commissions will be sent by August 26th. However payment must be received first. I’ll draw your own characters, I’ll draw fan art, I’ll even draw you if you want.
Spot 1 - Open
Spot 2 - Open
Spot 3 - Open
Spot 4 - Open
Spot 5 - Open
Things I will do:
* Gore
* Mecha (MUST provide a reference image)
* Fursonas
* Body Horror
* Lingerie
Things I will not do:
* Porn (Will do pin up poses or lingerie upon request)
* Incest
* Pedophilia / Anything related
Payments will be made through paypal and art will be sent digitally.
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