So I was traveling yesterday, and I was stuck next to this guy dressed exactly like this, except he was brunette and he had a beard. And so I had to draw Cecil in it. @shitcecilpalmerwouldwear (also he’s totally texting his husband that’s why he’s blushing yeah)
I had the privilege to attend Laika’s 3-D Film celebration, Laika brought some on screen figures and prints from each on their films for viewing. It was amazing to be able to see the attention to detail that goes into every piece up close. #Photography is Important
Raindrops echoed like a thousand small footsteps on the cobblestone road. It soaked into the earth, overwhelming the cracks and crevices with puddles that grew bigger and bigger as the downpour continued. The crimson that flowed through the streets was too much to be completely washed away with the rain. All else was quiet.
Underneath a canvas awning, she sat with one knee close to her chest. She tilted her head back and rested it against the pillar she leaned on, her dual bladed poleaxe resting in the lax grip of her hand on the ground. The rain proved too much for the fabric cover to handle and a large droplet seeped through, dropping onto the warrior’s face. She blinked, slightly startled by the sudden wet intrusion, before shrugging it off and pushing stray strands of her usually blonde hair from her face. It was caked with mud and blood and the gesture served only to smear this across her forehead, but she was beyond caring.
Only now did the numerous lesions and scrapes begin to sting, her adrenaline from the battle finally wearing off. She grimaced, but was otherwise unfazed. Her true concern lie in the battle that had concluded only minutes prior. Dozens lie dead, some in more grotesque states than others, wearing both the colors of the ally and the colors of the enemy. Yet when it all came down to it, everyone was dressed equally in red.
She gritted her teeth and slammed her fist onto the ground, her weapon clattering to the ground as she released it from her grasp. She held her other hand in front of her face, staring at it as the blood dripped down her gauntlet.