#brewing trouble

[birvan]

Inktober #8 - Frail

Inktober #9 - Swing

[gabexofxavalor-blog]

[BHP] Brewing Trouble || Horse Buddies

@waitingtorunfree

Gabe was walking back to the common room as usual, not unlike every time clubs and classes were done with for the day. It was a calm day for him, mainly because he kept to himself and didn't talk too much. He blamed that on having to be up until late the night before, doing homework in front of the fireplace.

After glancing at a pair of people that were seemingly stuck on a moving staircase below him, he found his way to the portrait that'd allow his way into the Gryffindor Common Room and stepped right in as soon as the way opened up, managing to see a very familiar silhouette there, close to the other end of the room. "Hey! I'm back," he called out, smiling at the figure.

[birvan]

Inktober #5 - Build

Inktober #6 - Husky

Inktober #7 - Enchanted

[birvan]

Inktober # 2 - Mindless

[birvan]

Inktober #1 - Ring

[birvan]

Will you still continue Brewing Trouble? If you're not, that's fine. I was just wondering.

Damn it’s been such a long time since I touched that, hasn’t it?

 I would love to answer yes, I will return to it, but sadly the reality is I’m currently stuck working on my PhD. So I barely draw any art anymore and when I do it’s either my OCs or random ideas, since BT does involve some research and such

But knowing there’s people still hoping to see that story, even though I’ve been so inactive, does give me an extra reason to complete that project no matter what. Thank you for helping keeping that fire lit

[asktranquilrahab]

The Turelim Road

The procession marched through the Turelim trade route from the old Razielim Road from the Lake of Tears’  stronghold. The territory now claimed by Dumah as the de-facto Emperor’s new right hand and leading force to the empire’s security at the brewing resistance eating at the south. A letter of summons has called the enigmatic Fourth from his idle watch after so long.

The first time in two hundred and two years since the Razielim extermination, the Lord of the Rahabim has surfaced and now cross Nosgoth to his new lord’s summoning. Words crossed faster and he knows it, enough to have his usual entourage numbers to be ‘escorted’ by imperial warriors of the Turelim and Dumahim clans, much to their ego-stroking pleasure in light of the twenty-five slave-warriors marching in narrow formation around their lord and twenty breastplated archers under wide-brimmed hoods. The latter all posed in one-kneed crouches on the massive sedan platform upheld by ten muscular men and women of Dumahim slave-crops, based on their origin tattoos, on either side.

The platform looked heavy from the tension of their muscles, sweat glistening off their skin but they didn’t quake under the distributed weight despite the travel. The crushed glasses of brilliant blues, black, ivory, scarlet, gold made the beautiful mosaic of humans begging and praying at four rivers of blood, rolling up two rising gilded steps to the red corners of the blue silk curtained carriage - completely hiding its occupant - and to the ivory shape of beautiful vampire maidens sitting on the corners, pouring vases filled with said blood.

A magnificent sight that rarely graced the oppressed blood farms and traders. However such regality caught eyes. Opportunistic eyes...

[birvan]

FINALLY finished the 3rd batch This took me way longer than I wanted because it wasn't easy to decide on some of the myths *glares at Poland*