#canella

Most of the stylish demon drawings I see are of Alcor, so I wanted to change things up a bit. I’m not super happy with the results, especially with shading and “hands”, but I just needed to finish these so I can finally post them (I have a list of things to post in order, and it starts with this).

The demons shown are Ferraum, Canella, and Nxlar by @gnomewithalaptop .

Some little notes that aren’t important but I still want to talk about:

I actually got the Idea when I was working on the Jewelry for some WIP dragons OCs, and started wondering if Ferraum would wear any.

I wish I’d leaned more into a hipster style for Nxlar, since that’s how her creator described her (as a contrarian hipster), but I still like how her outfit turned out. (I tried to make her like a “I’m not like other girls” girl.

Please don’t look at Ferraum’s talons.

I regretted the slime lower half on Nxlar as soon as I started shading

I’m actually really proud of everything about Canella, I did not expect for the shading to turn out so well.

I was too lazy to draw each chain link on Ferraum’s jewelry, and that came back to bite me hard in the ass. Try not to look at them please.

Now for the pictures!

Nxlar:

Ferraum:

Canella:

@gabriella-marino

Candace felt way out of her depth here.

Not just because she was trying to handle the grief of lots of the people who lived on her floor, who she was supposed to take care of, but also--because of Gabriella. And herself.

It wasn’t that Candace knew Eric well...but she could’ve. He was surprisingly entwined in her life. They’d both been attacked by the lake monster...though, they’d never really talked about that. Maybe they should have. Candace had taken for granted the fact that there was someone else who shared that experience. She had thought--maybe when she was feeling up to it. When she was ready for it. Now, it wouldn’t matter.

Eric was also Henry’s childhood friend. A really good friend, from what Henry always said. And now Henry was acting strange. Retreating into himself. Not wanting to talk about it. The whole thing was concerning to her, but she didn’t know if it was her place to push...or even if she should. She had never been trained for this kind of thing! She felt clumsy, like she was holding sand in the palm of her hands and trying to keep it there.

She felt that way with Gabriella too. It was like whiplash. Sunday afternoon, Gabriella had burst into the dorm, twirling and falling dramatically onto Candace’s bed, telling Candace that Eric had kissed her! That they’d made up.

And then, she’d gotten the email Monday night that he was dead.

It didn’t make sense.

How could someone be kissing someone one day and dead the next?

Candace, in a daze herself, had not been in the dorm room much the next day or so, trying to coordinate with Olaf. To help anyone who needed it. But, she’d called her mom and asked her to buy some gummy worms and Cheetos and bring them by the dorm. She met her downstairs and was glad for the hug, even if she didn’t want to bring her mom’s obnoxiously optimistic energy into the dorm right now.

Slinking back up the stairs, Candace entered her room to find Gabriella curled on her bed. Moving over to her, Candace shook her shoulder gently and then held up the snacks with her eyebrows raised, looking for an invitation.