Slice of Living

A pathetic attempt at commitment and originality

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Inspo/ref for the W.I.P on the right: https://pin.it/w4qqfbowmx7its

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Inspo/ref for W.I.P on the right: https://pin.it/w4qqfbowmx7its #commission #commissionsopen #art #digitalart #sketches #illustration #game #fantasy #scifi #portrait #instaart #storytelling #character #roleplaying #dnd #portraits #dungeonsanddragons https://www.instagram.com/p/BquTFdZFBa1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=zxzehg88x4d4

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I’m starting to sell greytoned custom character portraits on etsy - for rpgs ect. - i’m still new to it, but if you’re interested, give it a whirl and send me a commission : https://etsy.me/2yFBbAC 

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Many travellers and fishermen who made their way through the emperor’s forest’s river, which was near his grandiose palace garden, had remarked on the beautiful song coming from the brush. It was so spectacular, that soon the singing was even more known than the garden itself, and it was believed that it could only be a songbird of the highest and rarest caliber that was hidden amongst the wilderness. This news made the emperor very curious. So curious, that he sent out his most trusted lackeys to fetch this mysterious fowl and find out if the tales were true. However, they discovered that it was no bird, but a human child living on her own in the high trees of the deep forest. In her woodland nest she was well protected. Animal pelts protected her character and kept her warm during the night. She was scared of the palace entourage, confused. Knew no spoken language or family. But after some convincing from the palace guards, she quietly went with them to the emperor, leaving behind her home.

And now that this timid songstress was here, it was even more curious how this striking and clear as crystal sound could come from such a small scrawny frame of human. She could be no more than 12 summers old with music as her only way to speak the words she never learned. And moving poetry she spoke indeed. The melody from her chords carved its way into every eardrum in the room, and soon her song was accompanied by various degrees of sniffles and crying from the crowd of palace maids and soldiers, who were also here to witness the spectacle. When she ended her song, the wall of music subsided, and the room went silent.

“My..little nightingale..” The emperor’s voice was shaking, and his suppressed sobs was deeply lodged in his throat. He slowly wiped the tears from his strong, clean and well kept jaw. The girl looked back at him with her big eyes, wild hair framing her thin face, and an uncertain smile brushed briefly across her face.

Yes - she would be quite the addition to his collection.

Drawing from an old unfinished project of rewriting and illustrating H.C Andersen’s fairytale “The little Nightingale”.

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Her eyes were peeled, scouting out of her nicotine stained windows for any signs of life. Beside the lit Kings in her mouth, this was Beatrice’s addiction. Keeping watch. Her small classic 70’s style house was very stratigically placed in the middle of the small town’s sqaure, if you could even call it that - the point was, from here, she had the best outlook into most of her neighbors’ dwellings, which was how she liked it. She knew nearly everything about everyone in this town. The Douglas’ across the street had just gotten a new puppy. She had seen the children play with it in their front garden. Their parents were trying to cover up for the impending divorce they we’re having, after Beatrice had seen them fight in their bedroom window several times. She had also seen the single newcomber from 56b happily take out a new baby stroller from her car. A few weeks later the stroller was put out with a “for sale” sign on it. So she had seen just about anything. She always got a hot flash of excitement run through her body everytime she discovered something new about her neighbors. Sipping on her lemon tea, Beatrice watched life’s merciless drama play out in delicious solitude and unbotheredness. She would glance at the phone. Sometimes twice, three times. Nothing however, could compare to when she saw the teenage girl from the Jensens’ house. Her blonde hair was often in a ponytail, as she cut the grass, collected leaves or helped her parents with other chores around the house. She would embrace them, when she came home from outings with friends. Often the girl would notice Beatrice, if she was watching her while tending to her flower garden in front of her house. The girl would wave. Her small frame and freckled face reminded Beatrice of someone. Someone who she once knew, and cared about. She can’t remember who it is anymore though. The name is constantly on her lips but keeps escaping her. All she remembers now, are the lives of her neighbors. She glances again at the phone. Maybe once, twice, three times.

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He looked onto the horizon, the wast desert before him, contemplating his life decisions. Should he have settled with Moira, back in Moosville? Maybe the simple life was best for him. She was a sweet cow, gentle and kind. Had quite an utter on her - she could provide well for their children.

But no. He wanted freedom. To run free and feel the wind on his horns. To smell the hooves, and get dirt in his cacti. That was his wish.

What a manbull. #gouache #watercolorpainting #illustration #instaart #summersketch #watercolor #painting #bull #animals #cartoon #art #WIP #storytime #create #draw

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She grabbed the largest nana she could see in the cluster, peeled it at the top and ingorged in its buttery sweet goodness. She hadn’t had a proper meal in days. Not since her favorite area of harvest trees had been cut down by the hairless ones. They did that from time to time, and it never got less aggrevating. Do they just not enjoy trees? Are they daft? She was just glad she had finally found a worthy tree replacement. She shook her head as her calm chewing helped her thoughts press through. Rumor around the forest was that the hairless ones ate babies and slept with their eyes open. Luna wasn’t sure if the rumors were true. She had only seen hairless ones from far away, and from that distance, they seemed pretty harmless. A little erratic and loud, but harmless. At least when they were not destroying the forest. Maybe their behaviour could be explained by a prolonged mating season. But eating babies? Why not eat nanas instead? Way less struggle and much more delicious in Lunas own opinion. She chuckled to herself, popped the last piece of nana in her large mouth and found enormous joy in all the curiosities of the world around her. There was still so much to learn.

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Don’t you hate it, when you go on a date with a mad scientist, and he keeps talking about something something with monkeys, but you’re not really listening, cause the waiter at the restaurant where you’re currently eating was really rude, and gave you a look, and you’re contemplaiting whether or not you should tip them, since you find the minimum wage to be borderline offensive, but you also want to make a point and you have a cat to feed. So you drink a lot to maybe work up the courage to confront the waiter, but you don’t, since you hate confrontation and you feel bad. And then the dinner ends, and you go back to the scientist’s place, and he keeps talking, and as you’re nodding, the wine hits you really hard and you start to nod off. And then when you wake up the next day, you have monkey feet, and you don’t remember why? Cause I do.

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Ma gurl from ma game. (insert “praise the lord” hands here) 

This was a METALLIC blue, silver and gold BITCH to do. Ugh, metalics and other shiny surfaces are always super challenging! But I powered through, just like ma gurl would do!( hell ye)

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Ma gurl from ma game. (insert “praise the lord” hands here) 

This was a METALLIC blue, silver and gold BITCH to do. Ugh, metalics and other shiny surfaces are always super challenging! But I powered through, just like ma gurl would do!( hell ye)

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Alewife

Two men find themselves in the claws of a revengeful but magnetic alewife, and soon the two of them will be thrown into the adventure they thought they wanted, while the alewife is determined to fulfill her mysterious narrative.

NEW EPISODE FINALLY UP NOW - check it out if you haven’t! 

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Ulla looking like a SNACK in her new kimono inspired jacket. Pattern by Named Clothing. #sewingtherapy #gettingbetter #satisfying #af #snack #create

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Trying to pump through some ooold page sketches for the webcomic. #wherethemagichappens #drawing #writing #fixing #alot #comics #webcomic #sketch #artwork #workspace

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Another day, another sketchbook painting #instaart #inspiration #sketchbook #watercolor #painting #drawing #illustrationoftheday

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Sketchbook page of pinterest randos. #sketchbook #watercolorsketch #graphic #illustration #reference #pinterest #instaart #random #watercolorpainting #artist #create

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Outfit inspirered OC, that kinda gives me some "cool jesus will teach you how to play the holy bass" kinda vibes. #instaart #illustration #OCsketch #fashion #outfit #inspired #holy #artnoveau #poster #art #coloredpencils #watercolor #drawing #hallelujah #sketchbook

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Summertime sketches #summersketch #sketchbook #summer #lake #swim #nature #illustration