As per your last reblog: did you read a lot of roald dahl as a kid and fall in love with quentin blake's scribbly style? when you do quick sketches there's something very reminiscent of him there. also, you love studio ghibli and try to capture the same comforting pleasure in your own style -- it's most obvious with your food drawings!
I LOVE QUENTIN BLAKE! I do think about his art style when I do fasted/looser sketches, I’m so glad that comes through! His artwork is so charming. I had a whole pile of Roald Dahl books illustrated by him when I was a kid.
and YES I adore the studio ghibli style; environments all look so cozy, and of course the food looks so good. If I can give people those same feelings with my art, that’s like, The biggest artistic achievement for me.
Since I found you through your gorgeous art of him... I associate you with Gladio! Ignis too, mostly due to your icon. These days I also think 'oh yeah, the artist' if I hear the name 'Cedric' since you like him from HP so much!
I love being compared to Gladio so I’m just here chuckling in a really pleased way xDAnd I’m also flattered to be associated with Cedric (gotta draw him more lol)Thanks ❤
Hey, I just want you to know that I've loved your art since I stumbled across those pics of Zant and Ghirahim you did a couple of years back! I absolutely adore your style and I'm so stoked that you're producing such great Overwatch content. Don't feel obliged to respond or anything like that -- I just wanted to send some good vibes your way.
omgg that was back in like 2014 i think?? feels like fuckin yesterday tho omg. thank you for sticking around n for sending me this ask omg <33 i always like hearing how people found my stuff aha its interesting. i hope u have a lovely week <3
The last week arrived and it seemed all was lost. But on the last day, an unlikely hero arrived. His name was Assipattle which means ‘the Cinder Lad.’
He was the seventh son of a seventh son
Upon hearing the King’s plight, Assipattle slipped away from the farm. He escaped in his little boat, armed only with a bucket containing a smouldering peat from his hearth. In the darkness he sneaked up on the sleeping beast. But this was the seventh day of the week and with the sun rise the Stoor Worm began to yawn. Each yawn sucked a vast tide of water into the dragon’s mouth. Once Assipattle was close enough, one of the mighty yawns drew the poor boy and his little vessel into the creature’s cavernous mouth.
Soon he was whirling down the beast’s throat, carried by a torrent of sea water. Then the boat grounded abruptly. Picking up the bucket, Assipattle ran for his life.
Assipattle turned a corner and found the dragon’s liver. Pulling out a knife, Assipattle gouged a hole in it. Then he stuffed the smouldering peat into the wound. Soon the liver began to burn. Assipattle ran back to his boat. There was not a minute to lose, for the worm retched and spewed out the intrepid boy along with his boat.
Making it back to the shore, the boy watched as the dragon began to burn.
Black smoke billowed from the monster’s nostrils. In agony its forked tongue shot out and grabbed hold of one of the horns of the moon. But in its weakened state, its tongue slipped and crashed causing a deep rift in the earth. The tide rushed in creating the Baltic Sea.
THE CREATION OF ORKNEY
As the beast writhed in agony, teeth dropped from its vile foaming mouth. The first lot of falling teeth formed the Orkney Isles. As the falling teeth rained down, the Shetland Isles and the Faroe Isles formed. Then in its dying moments, the Stoor Worm curled up tightly and became the country we now know as Iceland.
The tale of the Stoor Worm is a folk tale from Orkney about how a young farm boy, Assipattle defeated a dragon known as the Stoor Worm.
