fish art i guess

comet

flying windmill island

end of road

weave (inktober)

Despite his best efforts, the punch landed. Upon connecting with his face, he lost balance for but a second yet was able to quickly regain his focus. He saw the next punch inching closer and his neurons fired. He ducked, leaned away from the follow-up strike, jumped over a leg sweep and held up his elbow to deflect a chair. Knives swished by his nose and some sand barely missed his eyes. The referee reflected in the shine of his eyes and he managed to roll underneath him, out of harm's way. He dislocated his shoulder and, with a big wind-up, launched his gloved-up fist. It traveled some distance, still connected to him via a red string, making it possible to slightly influence the trajectory. Thus, dodging the attack proved difficult and his fist landed right in his opponent's midsection.

mustache (inktober)

She turned around... and in the blink of an eye, suddenly found herself in an entirely different environment. Pale patches of lime-colored grass covered wide hills that stretched to the horizon. Fruit trees of green bark and pinkish leaves grew near streams of bright orange which in turn hosted families of pigeon-like yellow creatures on the hunt for red, elongated fish that made the mistake of traveling alone. A blueish mist hung in the air which made purple compressed-looking mutilated birds look like they swam through it. Her eyes fell upon a set of little charred huts, round and nougat-colored, with roofs of hide and no windows.

A short creature approached her from behind, startling her gaze. It consisted of a large, rotund head to which a set of limbs were attached, and a sizeable pink mustache. It looked at her with its big, faintly reddish glowing eyes, and a deep, soothing voice emerged from its covered mouth: 'well, hello there dearie! Might I...' , the glow of its eyes intensified, 'show you around?'

teddy

hostility

nox

desolate car park

Ball tower.

April

Hub

Valley

Sky Quack

Train

Maid