#storyscene

[pixel-dixel2026]

This is a pixel artwork I made of a glowing bedroom window overlooking a dark city at night. Follow me for more pixel art! Check out my online store:https://payhip.com/PixelDixel you can buy my artwork for commercial use use for really cheap prices! If you would like to hire me for commisions Click here: https://payhip.com/b/J0QzP Leave a comment and tell me what you like or what scene I should create next!

[chevs-and-spiders]

a wee doodle of my girls, Joehnie (pirate) and Nilanne (mermaid) i don't think jo realizes the danger they're in😳

they're the main characters of my webtoons, Sea Petrichor (which i hadn't touched in almost a year but by God im gonna work on it,)

[actual-corpse]

A scene from the book I'm writing where Murdoc gets angry at Hans for getting high when there's work to do... #storyscene #digitalart #ocart #oc https://www.instagram.com/p/CBrqVQiJJ1s/?igshid=1p09kdyrjwe09

[wannabewrxter-blog]

She held his lifeless body in her arms. His body was limp and his head hung oddly. He was still warm and blood spilled from the tiny hole.

The tiny hole that caused so much damage. The small hole that was in his small delicate skin. The small hole that ruined his life. The small hole that ruined hers.

A gun clicked.

Sydney looked up to see a woman with a gun in her hand. The gun was at her side, loaded and cocked.

“You would shoot your own daughter?” Sydney choked out.

Her throat was dry from the tears that dehydrated her. She has not drunk anything that day. Not a drop.

“It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to take,” Helen spoke.

“You already killed Conner. Your son! What do you want from me?” Tears brimmed her eyes, surprising Sydney that she had more tears to cry.

“I don’t want anything from you.”

“Please, mom. Why? Please.” Sydney begged her mother. In response, Helen rose the gun to Sydney’s face.

“Why are you doing this? You’re my mom!”

“I never wanted to be your mother!”

“Please. We used to be best friends. We would read stories, and play games, and say I love you, remember? I love you, I love you more, I love you most.

“Please. You have to remember. I love you! Don’t you love me?” Sydney sobbed, her face bright red.

“You really think I cared about you?” Helen laughed mockingly.

“Are you even sorry?”

“Being sorry means I regret it. And I don’t.”

Her finger pulled back the trigger.

And then, nothing.

[tommy0v0]

#sketch365 028 - 365 : queue for the elevator 。 #quickpainting #original #illustration #myartwork #storyscene #lightandshadow