Author: Asta
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Inktober 01 – Crystal Ok, let’s do this.Quite late, I know.And I’m note quite sure what theme to do /* Krita + Yiynova */ [STORY START] Allez c’est parti. Je m’y colle.Bien tardivement, je sais.Et je ne sais meme pas quel theme choisir.
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A nice cup of coffee On the morning of March 8th, 1865. Dear Mom and dad. We’re tired. Scared. Hungry. Just barely alive. Winter’s gone but there’s no crops. Sometimes when we march, I feel like we’re already dead, wandering ghosts in the desert. On Bennet’s orders, we set camp yesterday evening on the banks…
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Null Pull It looks like those pillars are defying gravity. But here at the Thaumic Core, there’s no gravity to defy. It’s true, gravitosnakes can reshape physics to their will. That’s why we harvest them. But their wills are only chaotic impulses. And as the result of blending all the colors is an unsaturated brownish…
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Beware of Dragons Fair enough… I don’t know what I expected. /* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine sur carnet A6 */ Ah bah oui… “Attention aux dragons” qu’il disait le vieux.
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Castle Mountain High and mighty it sits atop, Castle Mountain is standing proudly like a… well, like a roc.Because it’s one.The result of a spell of Stoneshift. Nothing inside but stones,Damn’ wizards… at least we got a landmark for tourists. /* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine sur carnet A6*/ Haut et fière Il…
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Magical Cestus Wrapping my fist with the sturdiest leather is not enough. Brass rivets are not enough. I want more, I want to win all the fights. I want to hear the whole Arena cheer for me, loudly, like no one before!So I added words to my cestus. Magical words. Words of hurt and mayhem.Is…
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Goblin like munching Goblin like munchin. Stones, mostly. Good stones, bad stones…Stones make sword-man go down.Stones lead sneaky-man to net.Stones make magic-man sleepy sleepy.Stones can make a lot.Now Goblin see sword-man go for sword.Soon sword-man sleepy sleepy. /* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine sur carnet A6 */ Gobelin aime mâcher. Mâcher des cailloux.…
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To my beloved departed To my beloved husband, Cheers!What can I say my dear? I told you this flu is different. You were wrong. But that can’t be, right? You were always right. You knew everything… how could you be *wrong*?Now, you’re no more and I’m still. So by *your* logic, since there’s *one* thing…
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Very naked people These are very naked people. They don’t wear a single piece of clothing. Not one piece of fabric. They are within sight of each other, sometimes even close enough for their skin to touch!But it’s ok because this is very artsy and very without context. Maybe I should draw a nipple next…
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Gathering wood On the ground, it’s ours. We want it to be dry and not brittle. Mossy and damp won’t do. It’s tedious, it’s tiring and boring. But it’s a living. /* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine sur carnet A6 */ Quand c’est par terre, c’est à nous. Nous les voulons sec et…