Labels: _art, c: elle, verse: boneyards

This started off as a sketch, and then I started coloring it, and then suddenly an entire hour passed. :x I love drawing Methis, I never have to figure out what his right arm's up to, since he doesn't have one.

Did anyone see the new Final Fantasy XIII trailer? I'm so excited! It's so pretty and sci-fi ♥

Labels: _art, c: methis, verse: etherworld

Because I love bright colors~

Labels: _art, c: mellina signal, verse: errerrin

I love drawing in this style. It's so relaxing ♥

Labels: _art, c: kit scythe, verse: errerrin

Okay, I think I got it back. *phew* I'm glad. I hate art block. It always makes me feel like I'm missing some part of myself, like some huge part of my mind is cut off with black-and-yellow tape, complete with some obnoxious sign:

Yepp, still can't draw. :|

I just haven't been able to draw lately. I suck. I do believe in forcing myself to draw even when I feel like I can't, though, which is why I'm posting. If I only did stuff when I felt like doing it, I'd never get anywhere. Art's the same.

Labels: _art, verse: misc.

Just wanted to convey an idea. Chronogically, it takes place after Finding. 162 words.

Purpose

After the third time he caught Code trying to struggle out of the shelter, the man just threw up his hands and said, "Fine, I'll fucking carry you."

He had surprising stamina, and he didn't complain at all. Code mumbled an apology into the man's hair, which was as rough and coarse as the backlands surrounding them.

The man grunted. "Why are you out here, anyway? There's nothing here."

"I'm searching for the old cities," he said.

"Why? They were the first hit by the Darkening, weren't they? They're empty."

"Yes. But it's been twenty years. It should have lifted by now."

The man grunted interrogation.

"It's something my mother told me," Code said finally, and hated the doubt that seeped into his tone at the words. "The Darkening is a cycle, and it's mobile. It never stays in the same place for very long."

The man laughed, the sound touched by bitterness. "You talk like it's alive."

"It is," Code said, simply.

Labels: _fiction, c: code, c: liam, verse: boneyards