Inktober Day 3 - Icarus
"They say there was once a hero who flew on wings made of wax but when he flew too close to the sun, his wings melted and he came crashing back down to Earth."
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Inktober Day 3 - Icarus
"They say there was once a hero who flew on wings made of wax but when he flew too close to the sun, his wings melted and he came crashing back down to Earth."
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In the quiet there's a voice that beckons me,
to listen to what I already know.
--Birdtalker, "I Know"
Edtober day 27–Homunculus
The prompt for Edtober today was Homunculus, so I thought I’d draw Ed as the sin he’s almost never portrayed as!
(click for better quality lol)
(and the initial sketches)
@edtober-month
Edtober day 13 - Trapped @edtober-month
I am a day late, but I really wanted to catch up with this theme.
Edtober with @yanderebeat‘s Riddler!
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☕ Buy me a coffee (x)
Inktober Day 5 - Quiet Hours
|| An Example of the Papa and Son shenanigans that happen on @flameleads and @alchemic-elric ||
"I'm here."
Edward didn't need the Flame Alchemist, the hellhound who could walk through a battlefield unscathed while leaving destruction in his wake. He did not need the Colonel either, the man who commanded respect with just a few words spoken in the form of an order. The masks he wore---the charmer, the strategist, the soldier, the leader---had their purposes, but they weren't what Edward needed. One look in golden eyes clouded with tears, and he shirked away his masks without a word. In seconds, Roy wrapped his arms around Edward, holding him against his chest with every ounce of strength he could muster.
The fire he embodied was not pure destruction. It was the hearth in the middle of a blizzard giving all its warmth to those nearby, and it was the sun peaking over the hills in the morning to light up the darkness night left behind. Most importantly, though, it was the embrace of a man who loved with his entire heart, one with plenty of room for his sons.
"I've got you."
Edward was his son. Right now, nothing else mattered.
As Written by Kai (Flameleads)
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this happened because of this:
Inktober Day 4 - Empty
“Nobody help me I'm not cold, I'm empty Somebody heal me, hold me Make me know me, hate me No one can love me Inside my lonely Someone won't feel me, show me Make me know me, I'm not safe”
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