My river.
My savage, terrible, lonely river.
Graphite pencil on black paper. There are a lot of little details that got lost to smudging and lightening, but I’m still very happy with what is basically a loose sketch that I made up as I went along.
His skull spitting silt is based on a nutria and a deer. I felt it was appropriate for the mood.
i might just be autistic but data entry fucking rules dudes you just. enter the data. you take the data and you plug it in. then what? who knows! who cares. the data. has been entered. what next? buddy you’re not gonna believe this it’s more fucking data. excel used to be my enemy but now she is my best friend
the only thing i have going for me is that i’ve known the life skills answer on every episode of “um actually” i’ve ever watched
IT’S 5 A.M & YOU’VE ONLY LEARNED HOW TO RESENT…
…every person that you’ve ever been or will be. you wake up
like the cold & wintry corpse of someone you once buried in
the garden. you’re atoning for all the years you’ve spent alive
& the blooming marigold of dawn has yet to break the horizon.
you’re an abandoned painting, nebulous & pewter-grey with dust.
the wind wends through the sleepy absinthe forests & steely
fog while you’re wishing you’ve prostrated yourself on some
decaying stone altar with a cut throat. you want to beg for a
morsel of forgiveness for even breathing. you’ve forgotten
a world unmarried by your existence & you’re burning offerings
as if they’re apologies, as if they’re bridges you no longer need.
i wish i could grab you, lily-white nails digging into your cheeks,
palms soft against your trembling jaw. i’d scream into your ears
about all the things you’d hate to hear but you’re just a ghost
inhabiting a body that no longer belongs to you, fitful & hollow.
you’ve molded yourself in the image of sisyphus. how could i
ever reconstruct you when you’ve subjected yourself to a litany
of acrid fire? tomorrow, you’ll yield your bird-boned spine, bow
your head, & call yourself atlas, burdened by the whole world.
you pluck sunflowers out of their beds every morning & loathe
everyone who’s ever loved you for making that mistake. your
breath catches in your brittle throat when the first syllable of
your name rolls off a bitter tongue. you’re carrying grievances
like a looming cloud threatening a disaster at the slightest
change of wind. you sing a lament for some form of salvation
& find yourself wanting, knotted & inelegant with displeasure.
you’ve shut yourself in the distended canyon of your bedroom,
built by your own hands. you keep shouting, searching for
anyone else but you, & the only words you’ll ever hear are
your own. every scorching wail that leaves your mouth is so
thundering that it silences the seething screams from the sun,
skies, & shadows. not even the loudest proclamation of love
will cut through the miasma you’ve concocted. the white noise
you’ve crafted in fits of self-flagellation is the only sound you
will seek shelter in. as long as you’re drowning in something
of your own making, there’s no one else to lay the blame upon.
no one can penetrate the damp sorrow you’ve sentenced
yourself to decompose in. you’re aimless but alive, nestled in
a static of stormy melancholia. i want to seize you by the
throat & tear you out of the sickly, sullen ice you’ve encased
your remains in. i wish i could cut you with the benevolence of
a sword’s edge & drag you to the edge of a scarlet sunrise
where life continues to thrive. it’s time you’ve mourned for
the savage monstrosities you’ve fabricated in your thoughts.
i press in like a taut crescent of metal & carve out the writhing
shadows of your mind. you shriek, desperate & sputtering,
& claw at the the broken glass of your falsified contentment.
this isn’t revenge or one of the bloody vendettas anchored in
your heart. look, the sky is lightening & the day is breaking.
it’s 5 a.m—the morning is unyielding & unforgiving, but sunlight
unfurls, an appeal to innocence & tenderness. your fragile hands
are cradling singing seraphs & the absolution you once sought.
— tuyet an liu | aimi liu
all my dnd characters are autistic btw. every single one
hi, all! i'm going to be opening quick commissions in my minimalistic style, in both the flat and fancy variants! we're tight on money at home because last week our relatively new washing machine broke down, and my cat's cancer treatment got extended. so, if you can afford it and want a very cute commission in this style, you'll categorically be a great help!! i'll be offering these again in the future but not as cheap -this is because we're in a bit of a hurry, so yeah!
- here's how it works: you can choose between the flat or heavily detailed variants, and get either one or two characters, in full body and in full color. since these figures look so nice on their own, i will also throw in a sheet for you to print them as stickers for personal use!
- the prices are in USD, and in the flat variant they're $20 for a single character, and $30 for two. in the fancy variant, it's $40 for a single character, and $70 for two.
- characters from any media are okay, OCs are encouraged, mecha and furry are allowed, but no n/sfw this time around. as long as you can provide good references, it's all good!
- payment is upfront and via ko-fi. i will try to keep turnaround quick but my schedule's tight and i do ask your patience!
shoot me an email at esperanzagalaxyart@gmail.com to discuss any doubts or your potential order. if you can't afford this, don't worry, i know we're all struggling! i would appreciate reblogs if you can, though n.n
thank you so much!
right so i am A Dingus and my layers got mixed up so- the prices in the description are the right ones!!! i messed up in the images 😭
single character is $20 for the flat style and $40 in the detailed one; two characters are $30 in flat and $70 in detailed. i'm so sorry for the confusion!!!!!!!!
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