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Pig and the Snake, a demonic duo of perception.
I drew these based on a request from a friend :3 the characters have evolved since the last time i drew them, it makes me happy to see the changes in design as I've grown and gotten to understand them better :D
Teach me how to be fascinating
I resized the image! I think that fixed it a bit, but I’m still learning about Tumblr stuff. But p proud of this one!! Once again personal stuff under the cut
I think... I’m not ready for crosshatch... or at least that wasn’t the right choice for this. I would have liked to do point stuff or maybe just plain line give it more of a manga type look. But next time, I am super proud of the skirt shadows, The tv static and the eye, also the actual sailor uniform, those white lines where tricky and I’m proud of them.
Pumped for tomorrow! Don’t know what to do but we will see.
“Are you the witch who turned eleven princes into swans?”
The old woman stared at the figure on the front step of her cottage and considered her options. It was the kind of question usually backed up by a mob with meaningful torches, and it was the kind of question she tried to avoid.
Coming from a single dusty, tired housewife, it should’ve held no terrors.
“You a cop?”
The housewife twisted the hem of her apron. “No,” she muttered. “I’m a swan.”
A raven croaked somewhere in the woods. Wind whispered in the autumn leaves.
Then: “I think I can guess,” the old woman said slowly. “Husband stole your swan skin and forced you to marry him?”
A nod.
“And you can’t turn back into a swan until you find your skin again.”
A nod.
“But I reckon he’s hidden it, or burned it, or keeps it locked up so you can’t touch it.”
A tiny, miserable nod.
“And then you hear that old Granny Rothbart who lives out in the woods is really a batty old witch whose father taught her how to turn princes into swans,” the old woman sighed. “And you think, ‘Hey, stuff the old skin, I can just turn into a swan again this way.’
“But even if that was true – which I haven’t said if it is or if it isn’t – I’d say that I can only do it to make people miserable. I’m an awful person. I can’t do it out of the goodness of my heart. I have no goodness. I can’t use magic to make you feel better. I only wish I could.”
Another pause. “If I was a witch,” she added.
The housewife chewed the inside of her cheek. Then she drew herself up and, for the first time, looked the old woman in the eyes.
“Can you do it to make my husband miserable?”
The old woman considered her options. Then she pulled the wand out from the umbrella stand by the door. It was long, and silver, and a tiny glass swan with open wings stood perched on the tip.
“I can work with that,” said the witch.
if somebody could write the klance version of all the young dudes and single-handedly revive the voltron fandom, that’d be great…
