"The little boy stood outside the ring of twisted figures. The smile was gone. His lips quivered and eyes glossed over. The difference did not sway him. Protoman learned from his chasing. He cast the child aside. He accepted the void."
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"The little boy stood outside the ring of twisted figures. The smile was gone. His lips quivered and eyes glossed over. The difference did not sway him. Protoman learned from his chasing. He cast the child aside. He accepted the void."
Running in a Dungeon 💨
Next moment (how those dwarfs loved their work!) the fire was blazing, the bellows were roaring, the gold was melting, the hammers were clinking. Two Moles, whom Aslan had set to dig (which was what they liked best) earlier in the day, poured out a pile of precious stones at the dwarfs' feet.
"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Magician's Nephew" - C. S. Lewis
Trying to compress what the past month has meant is futile, travelled from Timișoara to Târgu Neamț for a comics workshop and came back to put together over 20m of comic panels, in vector format for the local Polytechnic University's showcase in Venice and beyond, through Campus Creativ. Never been to Venice, hope to get there at some point, though. All of this was interspersed between poster versions for a play which avant-premiered on the 15th of July, at Teatrul Tineretului.
Gonna end this post with the Ceau, Cinema! exhibition, which drew together 10 years worth of posters done by local artists, including myself. Here are some of my favourite pieces together with the mom of Ioana Satmari (real talented animator) and a pic from the above mentioned comic workshop, the printed booklet of comic works can be viewed on my insta page, for now, thank you Ceva Centru gang ☻
[A blazing fire in an ice storm.]
My Daemons: Starvation
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Starvation
Characters: My OCs
TW/CW: Starvation, Magic, imprisonment, lady Whumpee, lady Whumper, Muzzle, pet whump implications
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She wanted to glare at Storm. Really she did, but it had been a few days since since she’d been given anything to eat. So when she smelled something, though unable to make out what the scent was exactly, she couldn’t help but smile wide at her captor, already drooling.
"Aw is someone hungry?" She mocked with a smirk staring back at her former "friend's" desperate eyes. "Well I would give you food, but after all the racket you made pulling on your restraints I don't think you've earned it."
Ziska tried not to cry until after the Daemon left, and even then was quiet. Desperate not to starve she stopped struggling against the chains keeping aa quiet as possible.
"Such a show, only had the dear for a month and she's bending. And with Blaze having given up her search I bet she'll break apart soon." Storm laughed to herself watching the cameras for Ziska and recalling what she had seen stalking the her former fiery friend.
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Blaze had refused to accept her death and had looked into everywhere she knew of Storm’s connections to and places that made sense for her to hide out it. But after Five weeks of nothing, not even any threats from Storm she had to face the music.
Ziska was dead. And she had failed to protect her. She had failed to stop Storm.
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Ziska wasn't sure how much time had passed but she had been quiet long enough for Storm to lie a tray of food in front of her...…Then leave without removing the Muzzle.
It wasn't long before Storm came back looking disapprovingly at her captive.
"I take it you don't like the food. Ungrateful mutt." She sneered
Ziska tried to beg through the muzzle desperate to eat something. Anything!
"Fine then." Storm took the food away.
She didn’t wait till she left to cry as she collapsed to the ground arms shaking from hunger. She listened for her to come back desperate enough to give her the connection she wanted.
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Crackling fire!
They will say, "If only we had listened, or reasoned, we would not be with the inhabitants of the blazing fire," and they will confess their sins. Away with the inhabitants of the blazing fire!
Quran, Chapter 67, verse 10