I Got A New Laptop Today And Holy Hell It Makes A Big Difference In Lag. So I Spent The Day Drawing!!

I got a new laptop today and holy hell it makes a big difference in lag. So I spent the day drawing!! These two became the result! The first one is of Dana with her wings reference and with her scars. Her tattoos are included as well (Her tattoos seem to change every time. The main ones are her eye and arm. She lost the two in an incident and as a result of being bonded to her father’s shadow. She’s got shadow prosthetics for her eye and her arm now. The scars are healed as a result of the shadow’s presence in her body but the eye and arm remains. 

The second one is of Dana’s emotional support dog/ hellhound Lucie (short for Lucifer) in an imagined human form. Also imagined as a Prince(ss) of Hell. Not sure what domain she’d rule but I think she’d be badass ruling it. Look at her dress that’s a queen right there.

Tagging @multitudescontained because of our developed concept about Hell and our chats eventually led to the creation of Lucie. Turned out to be the best thing to ever happen to me.

 Also tagging @warrioroflondonbelow cause not only did I want to show your her tattoos and eye scarring but also her wings. Cause even though Richard doesn’t know she has wings doesn’t mean you should. (and BOI am I looking forward to seeing his face when he finds out, among other things XD)

She kept running until she tripped over a dead trunk. Her speed and the sudden tripping forced her body to slam to the ground. It knocked the wind out of her lungs and her heart felt like it stopped. It hurt, really bad. She looked back and saw no one at the moment, but that scared her. She knew Michael was silent, and there was the chance he could pop at any moment. Provided she knew where he was at the moment. Providing she even knew where she was as well.

She struggled to get back up, but it was hard having the heart pumping at the speed of light and a lack of air in the lungs.  She gripped at dead branches desperate to pull herself back up as the fear still continued to take her mind over.  

It was only until she started to take deep breaths did she slowly start to calm down, steadily crawling, continuing to try and cover as much as she could, with the rock in her hand. Calmer now she can stand up, wondering if JD was faring better than she did right now, aside from the wounds.

Part of her does feel bad, for being here and not there trying to help any more than stopping blood flow and evacuating those people in the diner.

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, “To the Desert”

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