“And what I saw,” […] “I think—I think I loved it. Forgave it—me. All of it.” It was only in that moment when I knew—I’d understood what the Suriel had meant. Only I could allow the bad to break me. Only I could own it, embrace it.
So, I was scrolling through my art drafts, considering some character redesigns and I chose one that has heavy tattoos that needed reworking. I start skimming through my tattoo references and find some blackwork that I fall in love with. Then I think- wait, this is really familiar. Dig around, sure enough, BAM! Your Alec Ryder, I knew it! No wonder I fell in love with those tattoos. Then I realized my character also has similar hair and skintone. SHIT. I have no clue what to do now!