#illustrain

[outcastsketchbook]

A fight between two of my made up creatures, called Jekerkal. I’ll try make a reference page for these guys sometime soon.

[lemon-leaf]

Tumblr is v confusing and i dont understand. But here i am. h e l p

[kinetia]

@illustrain

He knew what it was like to be without a home--- to go hungry, to go sick. He would force himself to sleep beneath a pile of newspapers under the tunnels, seeking warmth from pressed ink that just ended up tainting his cheeks in the morning. Inked quotes all over his skin translated to relentless abuse from the government and a society of status. He neglected foreign terms such as hope, altruism, light--- insert all of your feel-good terms here.

At one low point, he found himself scavenging for leftover meat stuck to the grills from outdoor barbecues and restaurants. And the world was cruel, kid--- more than it had ever been. It was a dog-eat-dog world, and they shunned him for being the stray. Yet he could not deny his hunger, because an empty stomach meant an empty soul, and the old man always told him to eat, pray, and love. So, he ate. He ate, because his old man up in heaven told him to. He prayed to God for his meals, and he loved by sharing with those around him. And since he obeyed, his old man rewarded him for it. He brought him the kind elder who offered him a job at the local auto shop after realizing the stray was skilled with his hands, having assisted him with his car that early morning at the same tunnel. Perhaps the elder was his father in disguise; he was fully convinced that it was. Eventually, the elder parted to retirement and the stray inherited the business. 

Ten years later, that stray was driving the highways in his Audi R8, pushing up the amplifier until his ears physically ached.

Eat, pray, and love. It was a virtue he held dear to his heart, so it hurt when he saw a boy digging through a basket of expired snacks at the convenience store. It hurt more knowing he wasn’t jumping to conclusions, because he saw the boy everyday. In the end, he always saw him leave those doors with a cup of ramen and a bottle of water. It was enough to prompt him to pay it forward, convincing the cashier to stock the basket with a variety of boxed lunches veiled as their weekly special, going for fifty cents per box. Woohyuk paid for that week’s worth and merely watched before returning to the shop.

[bowloflentils]