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some more outside drawings! I went to LA for a while

You knew it was stupid, knew it would likely get you killed. The gods did not like being bothered about such trivial matters. But you were just… so. fucking. tired. Tired of being alone, tired of being betrayed and used, of being constantly taken for granted. You just wanted someone to look forward to seeing you, to look forward to spending time with you, just because you are you. You wanted to be enough.

With trembling fingers, you lit the small fire, watching your offering be eaten by the flames. You had said your piece, and you knew that they would either ignore you, or you would incur their wrath for asking for help in such a thing. You loved your patron deity dearly, but you weren’t stupid. You knew what you were risking. Even if they didn’t kill you for this, you would forever be out of favour with them.

Suddenly, you felt a change in the air, and you looked up, startled. Your breath left your lungs all in a silent whoosh as you stared up at your patron deity, awed by their presence here, and confused as to why they had come personally. They could just as easily kill you from afar. Perhaps you had just angered them that badly.

Strangely, you saw no anger in their gaze as they looked upon you, only flickers of something that you didn’t understand. After awhile, they spoke up, voice carrying across the short distance. 

“What is it you ask of me?” They asked lowly, though you knew they were already aware. Even with them speaking so quietly, there was power to their voice that no mortal could hope to match.

As if their question was tugging at the floodgates, you felt thickness settle at the back of your throat, tears stinging at your eyes.

“I..I just… I can’t do it anymore… I just need someone…someone to care about me. I just want someone to be happy that I exist. Anyone…” Your voice clogged in your throat and you choked out a sob, shoulders shaking with the weight of the world as you struggled to keep talking. 

“I don’t want to be alone anymore.” You whispered brokenly, desperately trying to contain yourself. 

Ashamed of your behaviour, you couldn’t find the strength to raise your eyes and meet theirs, blurry gaze focused on the floor before you. You must have made such a pathetic sight to them. That was why it shocked you so much when their arms wrapped around you, your breath hitching in your throat.

Your deity knelt on the dirty ground before you, and gently drew you into their chest, rubbing their hand gently up and down your back as the other rested on your head, petting gently. The kindness tipped you over the edge, and you sobbed out shaky apologies as you crumpled in their hold. Gently they shushed you, as hands that had the power to destroy entire civilisations, tenderly rubbed circles over your spine.

“Shhh now… You’re not alone anymore.” They murmured comfortingly, cradling you ever so gently to their powerful frame, allowing you to let out years of pent up agony in the form of your broken cries.

King Lycaon famously challenged Zeus to see if he was truly omniscient by serving the god roasted human flesh. In retaliation for this hideous act, Zeus turned King Lycaon into a wolf and then proceeded to kill the king’s fifty sons with lightning bolts in retaliation of the cruel trick. The constellation Lupus depicts King Lycaon after his transformation.

My piece for Light Grey Art Lab’s COSMOS show that exhibited the past weekend. I drew the constellation “Lupus”. 

(In the shop)

5 things your character can't do while speaking

Choke. Just think about it, seriously. Think about what choking is and imagine speaking while it’s happening. That would fuckin’ hurt, man.

Hiss. Look, it’s just not possible, okay? No matter how “evil” you want your character to seem.

Snarl. Animals snarls. The Beast from Beauty and the Beast snarls. The Hulk snarls. You know who doesn’t snarl? PEOPLE WHEN THEY’RE SPEAKING.

Shriek. Come on, 99% of the time, “shriek” is not the word you want.Let’s face it: if you put an exclamation point at the end of the sentence, your reader gets the picture. Don’t bring to mind banshees and screaming toddlers.

Sneer. I’m not even going to bother explaining this one. “SNEER” ISN’T EVEN A SOUND.

Will anyone actually see this? Idk probably not, but maybe I just need to be more active on here.

This has a lot to do with the symbolism the sheep/ram and the black cat have.

edit: sorry about any inconsistencies, this is not a fully fleshed out concept lmao

edit 2: where did y’all come from 😨

I forgot I have to be active here so here’s my Twitter tutorial on how to draw folds I made a while back to help a friend!

Person A: “Hey, have you seen (Person B)?”

Person C: “Not since yesterday evening, why?”

Person A: “Someone claiming to be their arch nemesis, is standing outside demanding to see them.” 

Person C: “….I thought (Person D) was their arch nemesis?”

Person A: “They are.”

Person C: “Then who the fuck is- You know what, don’t worry about it. Let me handle this.”