happy birthday to Hedwyn my love❤️ 第二年画他咯

an oldie

Opening to the video game Pyre (2017)

posting this 4 basil 🔥

i thought this was funny when i made it

Recently I bought my first ever copics and I've been obsessed

They are soooo good at blending and ofc I had to draw some portraits

Oct 28 | Sparkle

(inktober)

IDK IF I JUST GOT LUCKY OR IF MY PRACTICE IS PAYING OFF OR IF LOOPING THE HADESTOWN CAST RECORDING FOR THE 4TH TIME FUELED MY ABILITY TO DRAW BUT I DON'T CARE FOR ONCE I DREW A HUMAN THAT DOESNT LOOK TOO BAD???

"Hedwyn I think we left the stove on"

"get in, loser, we're going to the rites"

The hood is complete with some help from kitty

Yeah all of the Nightwings have their own ways of referring to the Reader, but something about about Hedwyn referring to the Reader as "friend" almost immediately upon meeting them just gets me.

At least I tried a new painting method, though it was clumsy.

Oralech cannot compete, and he cannot go free, but it is not just about him and his freedom – it hasn’t been about that for a long, long time now. This victory brings them one step closer to realising their Plan, and he should be happy about it. He is happy about it, even if he cannot quite muster the energy to show it right now. He’s not the only one, he finds. Volfred is uncharacteristically quiet, and Hedwyn and Jodariel retire as soon as they reach the Blackwagon, both stating a blooming pain right behind the eyes. As a trained physician and seasoned conductor of the Rites, Oralech knows exactly what ails them. “You kept too tight a hold on their minds.” Brighton sometimes did the same, when the stakes were high and he did not trust in the other members of his triumvirate to secure victory. It’s an exceedingly unpleasant feeling, Oralech remembers well, like being puppeteered rather than guided – and that’s not to mention the headache that always followed it, very much like the one Hedwyn and Jodariel just described. Volfred hums in response, his focus on rearranging their Books and raiments. “So I did.” Another might have taken his light tone for nonchalance, but Oralech can see the tension in his roots, hear the creaks in his too-stiff movements. “It’s unlike you,” he prods. “Your Reading usually has more finesse.” “I can ill afford finesse. Erisa taught me that much, at the very least.”

Finally found the time to edit and post part 2! ^-^

Three Days Short of 11 (Hedwyn, Jodariel, Original Characters, 330 words, worksafe)

Hedwyn was not the eldest. Barryl was the eldest at 14 but Hedwyn was the most mature even though he was three days short of 11. Hedwyn was not the eldest but he was the most mature, and when they all woke up at the first light of dawn with two dark-faced guards it was Barryl who ran out of the house crying and not him. Jodariel was already dressed. Jodariel had been sitting at the kitchen table before they came in. One of the table legs was broken and the neighbor two houses down was going to come by and fix it today. His name was Dremner and his beard was big and red. The guards knocked and Hedwyn saw them outside the kitchen window, the monstrous grey helmets shielding their eyes. You can tell a lot about someone by their eyes, Jodariel once told him. His eyes were still big back then. Jodariel looked at Hedwyn. Jodariel took his hand. Jodariel told him he had to be good and brave and take care of the twins Tommeth and Lomi because they were still babies and Barryl too. Barryl had a penchant for sly cat troubles. The door opened of its own accord and the guards stepped in and Barryl ran out and then it was nighttime. The twins cried in their beds. They must have missed breakfast. Tonight was stew night, something made out of all the leftover bits from the week. Jodariel knew how to make it not taste so old and stale. But Jodariel was not here. She taught Hedwyn how to make it. Not as good as her, but better than Barryl, who made it taste like shoe leather and gravel. Barryl was still gone. Hedwyn went to the bedroom they all shared and picked the twins up from the crib and rocked them back and forth and tried to sing the lullaby Jodariel sang the most but he had already forgotten the words.

going to try foregoing the art blog altogether... anyway you should play pyre NOW

WHY IS HE SO HARD TO DRAWWWWW