some unfinished sketch
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some unfinished sketch
A golden-haired young god. In someone’s memory.
Sketched years ago. Silent. And untimely.
your art grows more beautiful with every post! thank you so much for sharing it <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
Thank you so much for such a kind message! It’s incredibly encouraging to hear that you’re enjoying the journey of my works pieces. And thank you for all the reblogs too, it really means a lot to me. : )
Just a simple sketching practice.
On the Road (finished)
Loki leaned back, claimed the space like he owned the sun and the dust and the silence between them.
It felt like desire.
It tasted like danger.
Thor didn’t flinch—though something in his gut was quietly burning to ash.
On the Road
What if their story began in college?— sketch practice.
A joyful Loki, in some AU, maybe. — sketch practice
a close-up from a draft drawing. 画长发飞扬的这两个简直太过瘾了,先放个草草稿的截图。
Portrait sketching practice. 其实我就是想画大头。
A Pale Dream, Drowned God. - Loki
I added a background this time and refined some details. 我画了背景,增加了一些画面细节。
He looks less like a man, and more like a water ghost, the lingering spirit of a drowned god in the deep.
His eyes glisten with a wet, unnatural light. His hair coils like seaweed. His skin is pale—like a dream on the verge of fading.
There is an untimely sorrow in his beauty, like an ancient spell murmuring at your ear, bidding you step into a dream you will never wake from.
His eyes glisten with a wet, unnatural light, more like a water ghost.
Loki and Fenrir. A King in rags, a wanderer in finery.
I am walking toward you—before Ragnarök, before all is lost.
Out of the snow. Into the storm. Toward you.
我走向你——在诸神黄昏之前,在一切毁灭之前。
走出霜雪,走入风暴,走向你。
Loki and Fenrir. Unfinished sketch. I am walking toward you—before Ragnarök, before all is lost.
A quick sketch of a tousle-haired younger Thor. 一个披头散发的年轻锤的速写练习。