Started working on my prequel book, like officially and fully, already happier with the first two paragraphs than anything I've written before
Nah dude I'm cooked
The dark elves of my universe can't cry, so whenever Womedrah is sad he just sits there like this:
The contraption
Wrecking Ball, Spiked
Concept art for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
Art by Adam Adamowicz
Sketched up some Estenians from my universe. Dressed in great kilts, they are a tall people with fair skin and grim faces. They are basically ex-vikings that grew to be so successful and rich, that they no longer needed to raid in order to survive in their homeland. Their first king had the wisdom to force some less than fair trade agreements that still fuel the economy till this day and provides luxuries that the people likely couldn't live without. There isn't a nation in the world that doesn't owe their empire tribute in some form.
They aren't in my head, im physically unable to imagine these things, there is never a set way I want them to look. They feel like parts of my body, some sort of suppressed paranoia or anxiety, released in the forms of twisted faces and unnatural people. Nothing guides me as I draw, they just take shape, it's peaceful. Some therapy would really help me I believe, it's just not affordable. Unfortunately, these drawings aren't helping either. These are just distractions... I go back to feeling anxious and cold as soon as one is done.
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