YOUR LOCAL UNDEAD! / #TLOVM SPOILERS!

The story of these two… And I’m still looking for my go-to rendering method (one that doesn’t take ages and years off of my lifespan 🫠). This partially translucent one is nice for more pastel palette, but for deeper tones I think nothing beats grayscale+gradient map method yet.

little comic inspired by this tweet

bonus (thank you @michelle-oops):

I am no longer myself. I have learnt this years ago, on the day I woke up on that fishing boat- the wind whispered to me in its howling voice, and it opened my eyes to the devastation they had wrought: I’ll no longer be myself. Everything I’d known, everything that I had was taken by the Briarwoods: my home, my family, my people, my life! 

I’ve not been myself for a long time, now. It was no matter. I have reforged myself in the flames of Whitestone. I have been born anew. 

While I’ve changed for the better, Whitestone has changed for the worst. Now, it is a shadow of its former glory, suffocating under the Briarwoods’ darkness. But I’m glad that not all of Whitestone’s light has been snuffed out- Archie still remains with his charming grin and his resilient manner. With him, light still peeks through Whitestone’s harbinger clouds.

❝  I see only shadows, only you.  ❞

I turn around. Archie sits on one of the empty barrels- my old friend, my dear companion. I see he is still fond of me, and it makes me falter. I cannot be myself. I can’t, not yet- not in the way that Whitestone needs. I cannot fight for my people. I cannot corrupt their values- they are my own and my own alone. I need to settle my debt. I need to save my sister. I’m more capable of it now than I’d ever been… and if not me, who will?