Came to conclusion that i have to stop drawing women only (task impossible)
I know almost nothing about these two btw, but they look so nice together

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Came to conclusion that i have to stop drawing women only (task impossible)
I know almost nothing about these two btw, but they look so nice together
The Fox God Saga - The Legend of the Wishing God - Chapter I
And with that, welcome to my new story! I'll try to post a new chapter every friday (fox-friday basically lol) and I hope you guys enjoy! Please head the warnings on every individual chapter! Edit: Ah, well, wanted to queue it and accidentally posted it, lol. Then today is fox-thursday, I suppose xD
Warnings: Yandere, Description about hurt animal with broken bones, Long Post (2.3k words)
Breathing in the crisp, mountain air, your lungs stung from exertion, a sheen of sweat glistening on your forehead in the evening sun.
After a whole day's hike, the light was dancing through the trees' canopy above you, only illuminating the overgrown path faintly before you. Not many had the drive or ambition to climb the old trail between the ancient mountain shrine and your village, and with every heavy step, you were reminded as to why. Even after working hard down in the valley, earning your dinner with all the strength in your body, it had been a long way up, your legs tired and wobbly as you tried to avoid the stray roots and thorny branches covering the way. Not many walked this path, aside from the devout seeking the shrine.
And those who wished desperately for the legends surrounding it to be true.
You were of the latter sort, and although desperate, not ashamed to admit it. The elders called the shrine a place that would fulfill all your wishes, as long as you prayed earnestly and devoted yourself to its teaching. If you approached with pure and noble intentions, the god it belonged to would be sure to bless you and fulfill your wish. That's what you'd been told all your life, the priest coming down once a month to hold a speech about the grace of the gods and how they looked upon us favorably. You had watched him age with every new year, listened to the same words attentively, but now the time had come for you to be convinced that it was actually true.
Despite your body aching, you thought about your little sister and about the harsh condition she was in. Your ache was nothing compared to the pain and misery she had to go through for weeks now, coughs wrecking her little frame and prayers being left unanswered. If the gods were as benevolent as everyone described them, you thought they'd help eventually, seeing how sick and frail your sister had become, unable to even eat by herself anymore, her breath stopping ever so often, making you think she had passed on.
Sometimes you caught yourself thinking that if she were to die, her suffering would at least be over.
The old man who traveled to your village every week to provide the households with medicine had once sat you down and told you that death was inevitable. It was just a matter of how long your sister wanted to survive or until her body gave out from under her. It hurt to hear it said out loud, but with your village wrecked by the same sickness that had taken hold in your sister, he didn't want to give hope of a miracle recovery, not even when you begged him to heal her. The medicine helped… for a little while. Then she was back to coughing and gagging. It never lasted, and there was now a shortage of medicinal herbs, as every household had a sick person or two in need.
That very morning, you had lain awake, listening to your sister's strained breathing, when you made the decision that maybe it really needed a miracle to save her. The man had been right; there was no saying how long her mind or her body could prevail over this illness. But if the teaching were true, if gods were looking down on your little village, then praying and wishing for them to help was maybe your only chance to save her.
Although you had been following the instructions and wishes of your parents diligently ever since you were a child, you had never quite believed in them. Everyone in your village prayed and thanked the gods that you felt no connection to, so it wasn't unnatural for you to follow along in the practices. Once, you had questioned your mother as to why everyone had to thank the gods for a good harvest, when it had been—in your opinion—all of the work of the adults in the village who worked hard together. She had merely smiled, saying that without them, the fields wouldn't have bloomed, and without the gods, rain wouldn't have watered the grains to give everyone a day off so they could work even harder the next.
She called you "a little too rational" for your age when you pouted and insisted the gods had not done much after all.
But here you were, ready to leave all of your doubts and skepticism behind if it meant you'd get a chance of helping your little sister. If earnestness was what the gods wanted, you had plenty to offer, your heart filled to the brim with compassion. And if they made the miracle happen, you'd be sure to never doubt them or their existence ever again, staying devout until the end of your days. All you wanted was to see her run around again, laughing and playing, like a child her age should. You'd do what was necessary if it meant you'd save her, no matter the cost it would have.
These thoughts spurred you on, gave you another boost to walk despite the exhaustion, and to breathe regardless of the aching in your whole body. The situation wasn't lost yet, and with your sister fighting for your life, you'd not stop either.
An unexpected, shrill whine broke through the insects' calm chittering all around you, the unmistakable sound of distress, bringing you to a stop. Your body complained about the sudden stillness, the wobble in your knees returning as you looked around, trying to make out where it had come from and what was making the sound. Despite not knowing the origins, you didn't feel afraid of what you might discover, the sound reminding you more of a…
Squinting your eyes, you looked a little closer into the bush erected a few steps away from the path you were on, a little black snout pushing through before little paws dug their way out from under it.
Using new brushes is always such a pleasure
Today was my first birthday alone and surprisingly it's one of the best ones. For the first time in 19 years, I spent it without any noise or unnecessary arguments.
At first, I thought I'd be very lonely and sad, and that the day'd be ended with me drunk and crying.
And even though I didn't celebrate it in any special way, I couldn't forget from the very morning that it was my day. I received my first birthday greeting that night from someone I'd lost touch with many years ago.
In fact, so many people contacted me that I didn't expect it (I thought only my mom and my closest friend would remember the date). It wasn't much, but I was very very pleased.
And oh, I was so busy with making the cake that I completely forgot about the gifts
In addition to this post, i've been prepping making cream and cake layers for training, like, for the last week. The actual cake was 3rd (I'm not a pastry chef and this is my first time making cream cakes, even though I love baking, so pls don't laugh). Btw, here's the full pics
I honestly expected the worst, but it turned out pretty well. The sketch was like this btw (again, restrain your laugh please):
Today was my first birthday alone and surprisingly it's one of the best ones. For the first time in 19 years, I spent it without any noise or unnecessary arguments.
At first, I thought I'd be very lonely and sad, and that the day'd be ended with me drunk and crying.
And even though I didn't celebrate it in any special way, I couldn't forget from the very morning that it was my day. I received my first birthday greeting that night from someone I'd lost touch with many years ago.
In fact, so many people contacted me that I didn't expect it (I thought only my mom and my closest friend would remember the date). It wasn't much, but I was very very pleased.
And oh, I was so busy with making the cake that I completely forgot about the gifts
I actually wanted to keep this one variation but something made me swap layers
Just finished marika's quick drawing which somehow took me almost a week... It supposed to be just a color training doodle but ended up being fully complete