#revika

[meadow-roses]

A collection of doodles ft Adric and some of the members of his crew The Blue Flower picks up along the way!

In the final picture, from left to right: Raoul, an ex-pirate coyote who is trying to repay his life debt to Adric, Revika or "Vika", a runaway princess reveling in her newfound freedom and trying to decide what she wants to do with her life, and Billy, an accidental stowaway discovered just days into the voyage.

[blue-haired-rock]

Artfight attack on @meadow-roses!

[pyreshegone]

she tends to congregate things into a nest; her backpack, spare coat, even a few plushies arranged in a little corner of jason’s hideout. easy to miss if you weren’t looking- along with olivia herself, tucked safely in and very nearly out of sight. if it were any other night, she’d probably sleep soundly, but tonight is different.

the explosion rattles the building and when she wakes with a shriek and to the sight of fire rapidly beginning to climb the walls, she can’t help but wonder for the briefest of moments if this was her doing.

the smoke is already heavy and stinging her eyes, but she stays low to the ground like she’s been taught, backpack already on her little shoulders as she makes her way toward the exit. the handle is hot to the touch and worse, it’s bolted shut. they must have thought-

the fire encroaches and livvy shoots it a withering glance; back off. and slowly and surely, it retreats as though ashamed. she’s just got to keep that up until jason can get here, but no pressure.

@revika​ gets a plotted starter

[cutfoot]

...        the  clash  comes  from  upstairs,   a  bedroom.       it  is  without  a  thought  that  he  races  towards  the  noise         (       plate  smashes  against  the  ground,   a  secondary  clash,   as  if  in  response       ───────       his  daughter  is  with  her  mother,   but  the  throbbing  beat  -  beat  -  beat  of  fear  rushing  through  him        ).        another  noise,   quieter,   perhaps  the  grumble  of  a  voice   :       his  bedroom.

the  door  is  thrown  open        ...        he  is  out  of  breath,   half  -  dizzy  with  the  brutality  of  his  own  mind        (        your  world  is  reduced  to  a  single  house,   the  only  safe  place   :        disturbed,   ruptured        ).         ‘   what  the  hell  are  you  doing  in  my  room?   ’         a  deepened  voice,   the  low  hum  of  anger       ───────       his  eyes  run  over  the  scene,   broken  window  lying  around  a  body  that  seemed  slumped.        ‘   did  john  send  you?   ’

@revika​

[geliath]

the building is cold.     church   -  cold,   where even the dull flicker of candle light doesn’t seem to warm their world up.     the key fits warm against his palm as strangers,   malignant bodies formed and reformed beneath the relic of government  -  issued lighting,   pass by their shoulders:    bruce is an autumn leaf fluttering beneath the press of a single thumb,   curling in on himself because there’s nowhere else to go...     his body curves towards jason to share in a whispery silence     [   a product of beastliness as over  -  correcting with tenderness:   bruce whispers and recoils,   whimpers and frowns...     a cornered animal with his bleeding paw   ].     ‘     i already got the key...     they thought i was the caterer.     is there anything else we need?   ’        @revika

[meadow-roses]

background art/color key for that animation project hehe

Storyboard: Chasing the Wisp

[meadow-roses]

Adric’s not feeling too good... His father warned him to leave the Will ‘o Wisp alone :/

that moment when your best friend walks up to you covered in mud, says he thinks can walk on water now, then just passes out lol

[meadow-roses]

Some of my favorite panels from a recent storyboard hehe

oh bonus, the thumbnails for the final shots: