this gaggle is supposedly attending a public performance of some sort. a charming activity to partake in on a cloudy day to be sure. as is to be expected from a polite gaggle of geese most of them are granting the performer their full attention. however one has chosen to instead gawk at the audience member directly behind it in a rather rudimentary manner. it reminds me of an especially aggravating goose in my circle of acquaintances. patricia is the name of the half-wit crone. many a grievances can be attributed to her asinine shenanigans. although that is perhaps a subject best suited for another time. anyhow i dare say the pure disdain in the unfortunate audience member's eyes is unmistakable. the brave soul proudly keeps its gaze ahead determined not to sink to the low level of its aggressor. truly i could not say whether i would be capable of such a feat were i to take its place. this goose is strong.
I mentioned I have been listening to Fallout Lore vids right? Yea New Vegas has some good stuff. I just trying to draw some interesting thing. I also did something different with the coloring kind of, also was trying to make his insignia look like it was painted on, I know most likely it was sewn on, but it looks good painted. Also he is supposed to look like he is in a post apocalyptic dust storm kind of deal…its Nevada it's nothing but dust storms out there, irradiated or not.
No, I've been infected by brainworms the entire time. Nothing slow about it.
But honestly, no... It's not really about my characters to me. I love my characters, of course, and I love telling stories, and I hope to keep making art of my characters every day until I die.
But it's not about them! They're not REALLY what I love, what I love is people! And I hope I can leave the world with a hundred different love letters so my readers can feel how much I love them for even one day longer than I am here.
My characters are a conduit through which I can give that to people. I want nothing more than to make someone feel a little more loved, a little more seen, and a little less alone. And my characters are the best way I know how to do that.
So for that, they're incredibly important to me... But they're not for me. They're for you!
So I hope you enjoy them
and I hope you can feel that I love you through them.
When Remus came home from running with the other wolves last month, he was a mess. Sirius didn't say anything, he just healed him and made him stay in bed for three days. He prayed to whoever was listening for Dumbledore to let Remus alone for the next moon.
Someone had to have been listening because Remus hadn't been summoned and was currently working off his anxiety by scrubbing the kitchen without cleaning spells.
Sirius stood at the door, watching him. "Moony."
Remus looked up from the spot on the counter he was working on.
"Yeah."
"Come here, love." Sirius stretched his hand out.
"I have to -"
"Remus. It's ok, just leave it for now," Sirius said, gently.
He led Remus to their room and sat him on the bed. "Take your shirt off and lie down," Sirius said. Surprisingly, Remus complied. Sirius was glad, determined as he was to help Remus relax ahead of the moon. Sirius pressed his fingers into Remus's back, feeling the tension release under his fingers.
He worked out the knots in Remus's neck and shoulders, taking his time and massaging the spots where he knew Remus carried all of his worry. Remus's breathing evened out as Sirius worked over his back and by the time he was finished, Remus was fast asleep. Sirius slid in next to him, and drew him close.