[ sal ] r i b b o n sBlue Water! Sal x ReaderMore Like This
A muffled "thump" could be heard through out your underwater home as a box was dropped. A white haired male quizzically down looked at the box and then at you. There were various colors of bows inside, nothing out of oridinary.
"I think we could put bows on ourselves! Then we would look was cooler than normal," you proclaimed, eyes shining.
"Ah! What a wonderful idea, _____. I'm sure it would be fun," spoke Sal. He picked out a huge neon yellow bow and placed it on your head. It was crooked, as it had drooped over your left eye.
"Weh?? This doesn't suit me at all-!" you whined and shook the offending accessory off. Pouting, you plucked a pretty red velvet bow from the box. You considered putting it on before realizing it would look better on Sal. Changing your pout to a grin, you fasioned it on his suit as a bow tie and took a step back to admire your work. "Now this is better. It even matches your ruby eyes!"
"Haha I guess it really does~" S
You CAN Do It Too! Commissions, Exposure, and...More Like This
Do you feel like no one cares about your artwork? That no matter how hard you try, you'll never improve? Well, I've been there before.
A little less than a year ago, I didn't even have 100 watchers. It was tough trying to find commissions, even though I priced them around 10 - 100 an hour. Sure, I had some wonderful people supporting me (thank you very much for that!), but when I looked at the thousands of diehard fans the "popular" artists had, I felt kinda useless. It seemed like even a thousand watchers, or just being able to earn minimum wage was impossible. Sometimes I wanted to cry from all the effort I put in. I kept drawing and drawing but barely improving. I was frustrated and felt useless. But instead of giving up, I pushed myself even harder, and by God's grace it's starting to work out for me.
I now have over 16,000 amazing people encouraging me, and I know it's only a matter of tim
OF Teaser : Angels Fell First : Covenant (CH1)More Like This
THIS IS JUST A TEASER!!!! I'll only be posting the first 5 chapter teasers of this project.
The red wolf moon—the color of the blood in our veins, only brighter.
That’s what Skelly had told him in his youth when he’d asked about the crescent blade in the sky. He’d said it while tipping his wide-brimmed hat and lifting the boy up into those wiry arms. His breath had been a smoky whisper. “That’s your moon, Zev. You’re mother told me that a long time ago.”
“Why papa?” Skelly preferred Zev to use his given name, but it always felt more natural to him this way. Father...
The old man studied him for a moment, that familiar scowl returning to his already weathered eyes. “Because you’re chosen, boy.”
“Chosen for what...?”
Zev sprints down a shadowed alleyway, hoping the guards haven’t spotted him. His breath catches in his throat and he swallows dryly. Ahead of him, the all
I love... and hate being a writerI hate being a writerMore Like This
yet I love it too
though such ambiguous feelings
cannot be explained so simply...
I loathe the unsterilized ink
which continually poisons my veins
and pumps from an all too emotional heart
yet when this ink is set free
breathed from my syringe of a quill
I'm assailed by such a breathtaking sense
of relief and release that I forget
and become intoxicated on my own vile.
I abhor my blank eyes
which so incoherently delude me
as to what is real
that I am faced continually
with the realization that reality
will never be enough for me
and yet these blank eyes are the same
on which I paint such beautiful fantasies
and experiences which I faithfully adore.
I detest the imagination
which hosts menial plays with
unwritten roles and spitfire lines
and asks me to fill the holes