was just thinking about them

here's a bit less saturated, can't decide which one looks better

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I like to think that Apollo kids immunity to sunburn isn't actually an individual power but just an extension of Apollo's love for his kids, he always subconsciously makes sure the sun chariot can't hurt them. When Apollo disappeared before becoming Lester Will, Kayla and Austin got sunburns for the first time and all freaked out thinking their powers were disappearing.

rejoice! mini comic #2 about annoying heirs, nervous knights, stupid fights, and confessions!

up next! one more final "mini" comic: world's most obnoxiously cunty assassin gets involved (unwillingly) with funny wizard gone rogue post-economic-crisis-post rejoice's crowning... you get it! (it's about ever the fairy but that won't make sense til the very end)

hey does this make sense? am i reaching?

i read CS Lewis’ A Grief Observed one time years ago and i’m still not recovered from it

Yearning, desperation, fear

harrow the ninth book cover reimagining

done in oil, put a lot of love and care into it :)

below is the painting without

Hey anybody going to talk about rescued sacrificial maidens. Like yes a guy with a fuck off sword turned up and so you're not getting fed to the dragon/water creature/mountain spirit/vague embodiment of all things scary and you get to go back home, but is that really home? Your mom hugs you and your dad says he's so happy you're alive and you know that when they said they'll do anything to keep you safe they didn't really mean it. They have a feast prepared and you get to taste what they cooked for your funeral, help wash the dishes after. And it's selfish to think that between the whole village with everyone in it and you they wouldn't pick the lesser evil but it still leaves an emptiness in your chest, knowing exactly how much your life is worth. And the neighbors smile at you awkwardly and the neighbors' kids yell "hey! I thought you died!" because they don't know not to do that yet and maybe you did. Maybe you did.

And the hero with the fuck-off sword rode off into the sunset the way they always do but you're still here and you herd the cows by the cliff where you were tied up in your cleanest clothes waiting to not be alive anymore and sometimes you think that would be easier and when you don't come back one day, you can imagine it's a relief for everyone involved. Maybe you'll be the new thing to haunt the mountain, or maybe you'll follow down the road and listen for cries that sound like yours did. Either way, there's little left to fear. You know exactly how much your life is worth.

To eat is to live.