Tea, watercolours, inks, whiteout. 15x30 cm on Sennelier HP watercolour paper.
Happy early Halloween, guys. Inspired by this post and this drawing except my version doesn’t even have affectionate kisses. I don’t do this cheerful Halloween thingy with costumes and pumpkins (I hate pumpkins actually, tastes disgusting) so I’m going with angsty gory things instead. Enjoy, I mutilated my otp for your enjoyment after all. :D
Background music: Oi Muusa by Chisu
A-Alexander! I— I’m merely venting.. I.. It’s difficult.. for me to keep myself together with the rituals lately and I.. I .. eh.. was really only sharing it with the prisoners. They’ll forget tomorrow anyway!
This was the original concept art for the Grunt.
Which I’m probably going to get questions of, why the fuck are you posting this.
But wait, there’s more.
Do we all recall the note in the Archives
This story reaches all the way back to the Thirty Years’ War. It is said that soldiers who abandoned their duty got lost in the cold dark woods and were forever damned to roam the grounds. Their bodies wrought by their tainted souls have left them disfigured and empty of essence. Many have sighted them over the years and describe them as horrid revenants. They move silently through the woods, shying away from any beholder. They are called Gatherers as they seem to follow some ambition to steal living creatures. It is their prey which can be heard struggling inside damp burlap sacks dragged behind them which reveal their presence. What dark scheme do they follow?
Their outfits are based on the 18th and 19th century and look similar to the attire of soldiers. The concept was later changed again to contain more nudity to show off another point of Frictional’s
Thomas approved of this and I moved my focus to the rest of the body. Important here was to get the feeling of a demon possessing a body that it was unfamiliar to. The creature should try to deform the body into a, according to its own twisted standards, more familiar form, breaking bones and bending joins while doing so. It should also have accidental injuries and be held together with bandages and ropes.
Alexander did not create the Servant Grunts. I do not yet know about the Brutes, but they were soldiers that went astray and became possessed by demons that took over their bodies, breaking them and forming them until they were comfortable.
The source is located here.
The drunk descent
Watercolours, 15x15cm. Daniel has had a very, very bad day so far and is having none of your shit right now Mr. Monster.
on huono päivä, saako huonosta päivästä korvauksia
Watercolours, inks, Faber-Castell brush pens, 30x30 cm.
Follow the link for a whole lot of symbolism~ Special thanks to my bf for inspiration and plenty of long, rambling conversations. <3
well you know
either I’m subconsciously copying someone or the fandom has missed a truely remarkable opportunity
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST what did I just read and why did I like it so much. This… was a goddamn masterpiece oh my god
Srsly though how on earth hasn’t anyone thought of this before
Nyt nainen jumalauta kehtaatkin kutsua meikäläistä senpaiksi kun ite teet tällasia mestariteoksia akdhjldjaösdkas tahdon nimmarin ja halauksen kun näytät naamaas Finnconissa ;A;
Icon for my boyfriend’s Alexander RP blog. It’s been ages since I last drew anything digitally but this suddenly sparked my interest to give it a try again. Thank you for the inspiration, love! <3
Drawn on FireAlpaca.
Ink and masking fluid, 21x30 cm
A little something for pastel-dinosaur. =w= She requested Alexander, Daniel and lots of pink so this gave me an excellent excuse to abuse my favourite ink to my heart’s content, haha. I had fun playing around with their costumes, too~
Ironically it’s Alexander who has trouble sleeping this time while Daniel’s already fast asleep.
The only cat Xander would never think about eating.
it is really only for the softness of his paws
I somehow always end up drawing cats when art blocked
*crawls back into the grave*
Someone wrote this wonderfully eerie fanfic inspired by a painting of mine, everybody go read it! I’m truly honoured to know people like my work enough to have it inspire them, thank you so much, author. ;;
The only way out
Watercolours and Stabilo pens, 18x26 cm.
So many Daniel feels and guh Vienna Teng has been inspiring me again. “Drought” is a wonderful song. ;w;
And the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
And the landscape of merry and desperate drought
How much longer dear angels
Let winterlight come
And spread your white sheets over my empty house
Too far is the spring and her jubilant shout
So angels, inside is the only way out
As an assassin again because I can.
but then perspective started hating me again e__e
bye i’m bed
Fandom: Amnesia: The Dark Descent
Warnings: PWP, blatant shipping
Summary: Originally written for a prompt in the Amnesia kinkmeme. The elevator breaks down on the way to the prisons, trapping Daniel and Alexander inside in pitch darkness.
A/N: I’m tired of the general opinion that shippers are second-class fans who haven’t paid attention to the game’s storyline, so tired indeed that my response is *ding ding* you called it, more porn. And all over your precious tags, you’re welcome.