I knew this was going to happen; but nothing I could change. I knew those words, that tone. He didn't look back. He didn't have to. I screamed, I laughed. I cried. Before I knew it, it was in my hand. In his back. On the ground. It was over. I knew this was going to happen. #writing#shortstory
🔆 ART RAFFLE 🔆 Thank y’all so much for 100+! To celebrate, I’d like to have an art raffle! First winner: half-body simple color. Second winner: (If I reach 200 when the raffle ends) simple-colored bust piece. TO ENTER: • Must be following me! • Like and leave a comment with OC ref. GOOD LUCK!
The downside to being Canadian is that whenever an artist posts commission prices, I have to assume it's in USD and automatically add 20% for exchange. Which increases my crying by 10% because I'm already broke, and I respect artists and want to pay them their worth.
So I was woken up from an angry dream, physically ready to throw hands; an hour before my alarm. Not the kind of morning blood-pumping adrenaline I want.
Me: Sees spicy/lewd art. Adds like. Society: That's inappropriate, you're not supposed to like it. My brain: If bad, then why drawn so good?
On this day 175 years ago Edgar Allan Poe's life came to an untimely and mysterious end. In honor of his enduring legacy through his works of horror, here's a double page spread I illustrated detailing a few of the important moments of his life 🫀
