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I really wanted to do the CN pallet style. Enjoy a picture of ghost and hornets growing friendship!
From: @mystorl
To: @visavice
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hii i just wanted to say your art is gorgeous & i love the way you draw characters <3 i love dq and hk it's so cool to find someone else who does!! hope you have a lovely day, you've definitely made mine great! ^_^
thank you very much!!
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idk how the tumblr comms scene is but regardless i can draw you a little guy. if you want.
ocs/characters from existing media are both fine, i just need visual refs. DM me if you’re interested :]
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30. playful
This one was largely inspired by this art by @visavice !!
I loved the story of Little Enna and wanted to tell it in a fairytale style (although the original folk song would be a blast to write if I had the talent).
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One sweet summer day, Little Enna strolled along the rocky shore. Waves crashed around her bare feet and the ocean spray soaked her big pink hat.
In a small cove she found a round, smooth rock. It glistened in the harsh summer sun, a beautiful motley of greys and blues.
Little Enna brought it towards her chest in an embrace. Its warmth pulsed through her, spreading to the tips of her fingers and toes.
The rock vibrated, but she was not frightened. She brought it up to her eye, and a crack formed. Slowly, and then all at once, the egg — she knew now it was an egg, for what else could it be? — cracked in two.
Out from the remains crawled a worm. Pale white and bulbous, it fascinated Little Enna. It made no sound, but slithered out of its shell, wrapping its playful antennae around her fingers.
Little Enna ran down the coast, the worm hanging from her finger. She found a small crab wedged between two rocks and offered it. She squealed with delight as the worm devoured it whole.
When she tired, she brought the worm to her home by the river.
Mama, she said. I found a friend!
Mama looked up from half-kneaded bread and screamed. Put it back where it belongs!
Distraught, Little Enna scampered back to the beach. The sun had slipped behind the clouds, and a gentle drizzle coated the land. Little Enna slipped on a wet pebble. Her big pink hat floated away on the wind.
The devoted worm remained latched onto her finger.
She clutched it tightly, tears welling behind her eyes. She stroked the worm’s body with a single finger, cooing and reassuring it, then raised herself onto unsteady feet.
A burst of water surged out from the ground, and Little Enna was whisked away, never to be seen again.
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