#time demons

C l i c k . C l i c k.

That’s was how they had always spoken to her, the familiar blue eyes that taught her how to slip through the cracks ;; how to feed on time itself — -devouring the minutes. Everything was always dark, developed in a deep smoke that surrounded her every endless moment beyond the flashes of time. Violet kept her eyes closed, blinded herself to everything but the memories of her mothers, Lenny and Salmon ;; to the moments with her own daughter. The brief flash of her own fragile life before she was dragged along to this D A R K place.

“Mommy?” The woman would sometimes whimper out, as if she still clutched the drawing she had made for her. Each moment, every single sensation of that life felt real to her. A comfort ;; knowing her mother had treasured them just the same.

C l i c k. C l i c k.

Oh no, someone was fiddling with time. The clicking like giggles of those foggy eyed cats echoed the empty space. Violet followed behind the echoing sound, peeking into the time line. She could see fuzzy figures ahead in the cracks, naughty time meddlers.

C l i c k. C l i c k.

“Those pesky time demons, always skipping around seconds and hours and making ya loose time” - @anothermarkiplierfan

Late night conversations inspire to me to draw a lot of stuff

 Just the colour palletes for my two Time Demon babs!

Naxamae (top): He usually covers the scar on his forehead with make-up, but not the one under his eye. When he transforms into an animal you can see both scars. He’s blind in one eye and has vitiligo.