Arts & funzies

Gifted commisson for @aftermagi.bsky.social 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮

It was a pleasure working on it ⋆˚࿔

take the yarn & give it the 20p

[ the creature takes the coin from you. in a blink of an eye the coin disappears behind the fabric of its overcoat. you would like to think it is happy, you would like to know what will happen next. you find yourself holding your breath a little.

the creature looks up at you, perhaps curiously. it holds out its hands again in a similarly beckoning manner, but carrying nothing and evidently expecting nothing back. at least nothing you can see or feel. you mentally search yourself for every possible small currencies, but found none.

you stare back at the creature. you feel a sense of longing, but not sure what for.

against all odds, you suddenly wish you were more like your father. at least then you wouldn't be a coward.]

he was a terribly smart man, and all the same inanely stupid, but perhaps not more or less than any of us. he struggled with rules, he was incredibly kind and impossibly cruel. in his thirties, he obtained a phd on composite materials, and then, in a surprising career move, began studying in earnest to become a witch-doctor (thầy cúng). one of the various activities involved locking himself in his room and learning how to sing the mantras, night after night.

it was eerie and incomprehensible. maybe there was a joy in it that i couldn't grasp, maybe i was just frustrated and too absorbed in all the whirlwind-circumstances that pulled us along to understand. the house was faling apart, i had my mind set on leaving. he smirked, i raged, sometimes we switched roles. in the end, i left. too late to escape unscatched, too soon to see him becoming a fully-fledged thầy cúng, just in time for a piece of me to be stuck in that space between the two bedrooms forever.

the last i heard, the ghosts, or whatever, told him i am bad luck, that my being near harms the family. it was for the best that i never come home. my sister though, her stars are good, she should stay close.

in a way, i'm glad, of all the things my mother and father disagreed on, years down the line, they had something in common. i love them both so much, i love them all so much. i will never see them again, i think.

anyways, here's a bit of writing about love.

Hello Fellow OC Lovers ✨ I am officially offering custom character commissions! I'm trying to recover financially from a bunch of car expenses that happened to me all at once so these will remain open until my bank account is happier with me :')

You can grab a slot here on my ko-fi! Support your local ghoul Today...

Extra examples (mostly from artfight) are below the cut!

Pretty incredible news to hear during tough times

The Duke’s wife is the third from time to time, and I feel like he’s not gonna be happy about that

If you get the king in on this, the duke can do nothing without risking insulting his monarch.

This could not possibly backfire!