Feb 19, 2025
Costume design draft for Nokh
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Costume design draft for Nokh
Not metaphorically, symbolically, or theoretically, straight up Death.
Artfight attack on @roger-dear of his OC Nokh.
The Dead Hunter
artfight attack on @roger-dear
She lets out a breath, before rolling over to find herself face to face with Webby, staring into her eyes, intent and keen as always. Her eyes that are normal, she reminds herself.
“It’s okay, I know your secret.”
Her heart rate picks up. Webby knows the truth. As panicked as that makes her, she also feels something awfully akin to relief flood her. Webby already knows the truth.
“You do?” She asks, fear and hope in equal measure beginning to restrict her chest.
“I used to be scared of the dark too.” She turns away now to lie on her back, “but I’ve got glowy stars on the ceiling,” she says it brightly like she always is.
She shuts off the light and Lena jerks her head to glance up at the ceiling dappled with faintly glowing shapes. She looks back and her heart sinks as Webby has already closed her eyes to fall asleep. With her breathing evening out and quiet blanketing the room, there’s nothing left to keep her awake, except for her thoughts.
The Aunt Magica in Lena wants to scoff: What a pathetic notion. Afraid of the dark.
She was the dark. She lived it, breathed it, it was the blood in her veins. She was shadow come to life.
For months— except, she’s still not quite sure how long she was there for— she was trapped in the shadow realm. The only bright spot in her world was Webby who she trailed by the connection of their bracelet. Even then, her color was dulled by the veil between worlds. It was dark and unending, a void of night. She thought she would never escape it. She thought things would always be dark.
Even before that, when she was a part of the real world— ingrained in it and having grown up there-- there were shadows all around her. Her aunt at her back, casting a dark path through her life. Always lurking in corners where shadows tended to gather, watching her, controlling her.
She remembers the darkness, closing up her throat. Shadows would wash over her vision while a void filled up her mind. She remembers watching what she was doing without attachment to the actions of her body. She remembers choking up that black shade, trying to fight back. All while the cloying feeling of her aunt inside her mind pulled her back under.
Even now, Magica is in her mind. Shadows hanging over her always. She doesn’t want to go to sleep. She doesn't want to see that familiar shadow creeping up her wall. She doesn’t want to see hands reaching. She doesn’t want to get pulled into the dark.
Lena is scared of the dark. Most of all she’s afraid of becoming it. Again.
She stares up at the ceiling. Glow-in-the-dark stars watching over her. It’s okay, she had said, and Lena had never had any reason not to trust her. Webby was here with her, close by, keeping her safe.
Exhaustion wins out in the end, with the feeling of security knowing that she was beside Lena, lulling her to sleep. Her eyes fall shut, and dreams claim her once more. But tonight, she falls asleep thinking of her friends, thinking of Webby.
৭ বৈশাখ ১৪২৬ | 20 april 2019
Bangla Word of the Day: নখ [nɔkh] | nail, claw
sketching during the sermon
Not the friendliest face to bump into
My name is Death