Reocailura

23 | queer | they/them | a place for poetry, writing, art, and cosplay.

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Inktober 2018 - Day 3: Xerneas

(I lost count, this was supposed to be day 2)

Ballpoint pen and craft smart brand paint markers on index card.

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Inktober 2018 - Day 1: Poison

Ballpoint pen and index card.

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standing with open palms and bleeding heart wondering how you could ever hate yourself when there’s me to hate instead ~Reo

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Help I’ve fallen into a new ship and I can’t get up.

October 25, 2017. Class notes, mechanical pencil and lined paper.

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Sketches of my D&D character, Zayden, from the past year. He’s a Tiefling bard and a draconic bloodline sorcerer, with a background as an acolyte of the Cult of Oblivion. He’s also known as “the screw-up,” “oh THAT dude,”  and “the DM’s terrible NPC.”

Come on guys, he just wants to play sitar and scream at the moon.*

Previous digital drawing of the same character here. Sorry for the lines, most of these were drawn on class notes.

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Some doodles I did for @icy-roulette back in June of Samurai Jack and Aku. Featuring Aku-holds-tiny-Jack, shoulder devil Aku, and Reo attempts interesting textures when shading a solid black eldritch tree. Pencil & paper.

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So for anyone who’s been wondering about why this blog is called “Reocailura,” this is them.

Mechanical pencil on printer paper. May 12, 2017. Sorry about the bad scan, I messed with the contrast a bit but just wanted to finally post something for once.

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Dear Mom

Do you think my brother or I are afraid of you? (Still, after all these years, after the yelling and wall punching and one of us moving across the entire continental US)

I know I am.

I wonder how that’d make you feel.

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Last night I dreamed my brother and I took a runaway train to the Fae Wilds. It was a one-way ride out of the caves, but we never looked back. All we took with us was the clothes on our backs and everything we could shove in a knapsack.

Beyond the borders between worlds, I thought we’d find freedom. Never looking back because then we might see what was chasing us. But I was wrong, and shadows dogged us through the trees.

We went searching for solutions - taking our train cars up the stairs of the old university, we faced a puzzle of switching tracks and twisted geometries. But these were always my brother’s strengths. He solved it with ease and stayed behind to guard the train while I continued upwards.

An open room with airy windows. On every wall leaned racks stocked with endless clay figurines, glazed in every color and pattern and texture imaginable. This was a test. Take one and blow it, and your mount will come to carry you away. I huffed and puffed and hoped. Some whistles were silent for me, some companions were too small to carry both my brother and I, until finally -

I found a cobalt whistle, shaped like an owl, larger than the rest but still small in my hands. When I blew it, a great beast came. A gryphon of epic proportions, owl-faced with feathers of cream and ultramarine, and six great paws to carry my brother and our train and I away. She appeared and agreed to carry us, but then the windows slammed shut and tried to halt our progress. A challenge, but no match for our combined might, and the three of us escaped into the sky outside.

Soaring above the trees we continued our journey into the Wilds. But I cannot help but wonder if we were truly freed, or hunted forevermore.

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Lost Faith

I saw Jesus in a trench coat down a back alley. He was listening to the music playing and putting out a joint. I don’t know if it was his, or he’d been saving someone else. But when I looked in his eyes, there was sadness, and all the weariness of a crumbling world. He turned away and didn’t come back. What will it take for us to save ourselves?

~Reo

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The Beast - pencil on paper, 3/22/2017

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That moment when your friend whacks you with a blanket until you upload your Reaper sketches from months ago.

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Too many teeth

and too many eyes

With a burning urge

to cut you down to size

~Reo

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Working on my most intensive cosplay yet! (Jumping on the bandwagon after it's already passed, like usual) Polymer clay over wire & foil, white spray paint base, acrylics.

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Inktober 2016, Day #22: Draw yourself as the monster of your choosing. Jumping back in after hurricanes and classwork broke my art streak; so here’s a picture of myself (wearing my ubiquitous blue jacket) as a werewolf! Pencil, black and blue Pilot G2 pens, and sharpie marker on 3x5 index card.

Thank you @thatsthat24 for the wonderful prompts! I’d somehow completely forgotten that werewolves are my favorite monster in the last couple years??? (which is really weird since I always wanted to be one, and some of my best artwork is of werewolves) So thank you Thomas Sanders, for reminding me and just being an all-around awesome guy!

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Broken glass I am, crushed under my own heel. May the sea take me in her arms, Smooth away my rough edges, Remake me into something precious ~Reo

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Inktober 2016, day #4: Garden Witch. Inspired by my memories of Pokémon Sapphire Version. Black, blue, and green Pilot G2 pens on 3x5 note card. Finally figured out I can sketch with pencil before inking on this one.