“Do you fear death?”
She bit her lip. ”No.”
”Let us see.” The priest lowered his cowl. Beneath he had no face, only a yellowed skull with a few scraps of skin still clinging to the cheeks, and a white worm wriggling from one empty eye socket. ”Kiss me, child,” he croaked, in a voice as dry and husky as a death rattle.
Does he think to scare me? Arya kissed him where his nose should be and plucked the grave worm from his eye to eat it, but it melted like a shadow in her hand.
The yellow skull was melting too, and the kindliest old man that she had ever seen was smiling down at her. ”No one has ever tried to eat my worm before,” he said. ”Are you hungry, child?”
Yes, she thought, but not for food.
So I sketched every single day for minimum half an hour, more like an hour every day doing figure studies.
Asked someone if they could tell which ones were more recent, the first ones I ever did or the ones I did last night. Figured it’d be obvious which has more skill.
Nope. May as well have spent all the time doing absolutely nothing, because apparently after literally weeks of nightly practice my shit hasn’t improved at all.
It’s that time of year again, when cash is tight and bills are due. To that end, I’m taking commissions.
I have another, more detailed version of this, but right now, I’m only taking commissions for pieces 1000 words or fewer, so here’s the rundown.
I will write a piece that…
Ok so, to ward off insanity and boredom this summer, i’ve taken to doing art.
This is the beginning of a pencil drawing from a photo i found on tumblr, that i of course can’t find now to credit the person who took it(shoot me). I’ll probably finish it up with ink.
I don’t have a scanner, or a nice camera right now, so i had to use the shitty one on my laptop to capture the image.
I think you should continue working on it! It’s looking fabu, Neil!