Another Log Of Multiple Drawings Not Shared Here Before.

Maria lifted one arm, trembling, weak, as if the very air weighed her down. Her skin looked like it would bruise at a glance, like if he touched her, he might hurt her without meaning to. Her hand reached toward him, fingers outstretched. Something twisted inside Shadow. Not quite pain. Not quite rage. Resentment of knowing her sickness was why he existed. That he was crafted to save her.

And until now, no one had ever looked at him like he was anything more than that. No one had offered him warmth.

His voice, when it came, was hoarse. Unused.

“I was made… for you.”

You puny Mortals! Drew when I was on the high of reading Hooves of Death. Not a bad Webtoon. Also got inspired and made a hellhound mixed with unicorn with abilities named Haku.

Hey y'all! My name is Hannah, which rhymes with banana and can be spelled backwards. For my first post I would like to introduce my first OC that I recently started. I'm a newb embracing an old hobby of mine of writing stories and drawing. I used a dragon creator by Kennonink on "Doll Divine" to get a starter idea. Her name is Albedo and she is a mutated Dragon. She can be sassy yet sweet, somewhat of a temper and loves food. Hope y'all enjoy my journey of creating.

some more spyro doodles

The second I saw this I just bolt right up and HAD to draw it. As my fist comic this took me SO much longer that it needed to -_-

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ALONE IN THE DARK:

By Hannah Blakely

All alone in the dark.

Is He there or is He not?

Is He here or gone?

Bruises and scars on her arms and heart.

Is she even worth a thought.

Crying alone in the dark,

Is her tears even enough?

Are her suffocating echos vibrant or loud enough.

Is she as valuable as a diamond in the rough.

Or as ugly as the sin in her heart.

Are her desires her own faults?

What she hears and sees she doesn't comprehend.

Is it the enemy or is it her Friend.

All alone in the dark

Is He there or is He not?

Is He here or gone?

Bruises and scares stain her arms and heart.

What's become of her she thought?

She's a mess, How could she be of worth?

Who would want this broken puzzle piece that's missing it's parts.

Alone in the dark she feels.

I'm not useful so let me not hinder you.

Believing in those words she secludes her soul.

Unpacking her bags in the dark where she thought alone,

Came this gentle touch of a hand on her shoulder.

Saying "oh my daughter why do you keep your tears from me?"

"Don't you remember I hold your tears close to me"

"I understand every tear that waters your face, knowing what you not say."

The daughter replies " But I am a burden that's lazy and sheep that has gone atray. I cry so much does that mean I'm not ok?"

In a comforting voice He replies

"Oh sweet child of mine. Life is hard and bitter sweet. I know. But keep your eyes on Me. The Truth. The Light. I will guide you through the valley of darkness. No your not perfect that one thing is true, but you have been saved because I died for you. I'd do it again without hesitation for you are the one I adore."

She cries even louder with flushed red cheeks and scrunched up face screaming out for the first time.

"But how? I still look down on my other brother's and sisters. I judge when I should not. I don't keep my promises and I loose my train of thoughts. At times I don't keep my composure to where it afflicts others. I repugnance at myself. I'm fake. A foney. How can I be a follower of someone so perfect as you?"

In a stern loving Father voice He says

"Your alone in the dark you say. A sheep that has gone astray. Have you forgotten my daughter for even that 99th sheep who's gone astray I seek. Your are precious to me. More than the birds that soar through the skies. For I have made you in my image you see. So precious to me that I wait to hear your voice. The snorts you make with laughter, your red rosie cheeks that light up, the caring blue in your eyes. Don't fight it and come to me. I've won the war that you so desperately keep fighting on your own. Lay it down at my feet. Lay it down and come to peace."

His daughter wipes her tears,

Collecting each one

Handed them over in a clear mason jar.

Her soul sang

Here my Lord, my Father, my King. I hear your voice. I come at your feet. Alone in the dark I once believed in. But seeing Your Light I can breath again.

These scars and stains are here to stay as a reminder of my journey through my Faith.

I will give you every tear when I have no words for I know you understand what I not say.

When I feel alone in the dark I will sing loud to remind me that I am not.

You've been here all along.

Waiting for me oh so patiently for your daughter to come to your arms.

Alone in the dark.

Is He there or is He not?

Alone in the dark.

Is He here or is He gone?

Looking to Him seeing the magnificent Light.

I know I'm not alone in the dark anymore.

Goodbye Part 4:

I'm sorry I'm still trying to get use to posting on here. 🤪 I know this might be cringe to watch, but please be patient to a overthinking girly over here who focuses more on writing them her art skills.🤣 This is the night when Anya/Albedo lost her peaceful life. Any advise/art is helpful. This is still the rough draft. Thank you!

BANG! BANG! Anya shoots up in her bed from a deep sleep breathing heavily as if she just came out of a nightmare she doesn't remember. Grabbing her chest with one hand she focused to quickly calm herself down along with wiping sweat from her forehead. Wait. Was that dad’s shotgun? Anya questions herself. Why would he use it? Unless. There is an intruder! No, that can't be. We've never had that happen besides that one time Isabella snuck in one of her boyfriends. “Clayton!” screamed her mother in fear followed by some other odd sounds Anya couldn't differentiate on her own. Oh shit! The adrenaline took over the teenager's body and guided her to the gun case safely tucked away under her bed with easy access yet not noticeable unless searched for. Opening the case revealed her bolt action rifle her father gifted her at the age of 7. Last time she used it was about 2 months ago when the raccoons got into the trash outside the house while she was home alone as her parents were having a date night out in town. Another scream happened followed by more random sounds outside her room. No need to freak out Anya. That won't help in this situation, Anya reminded herself in her thoughts not wanting to risk speaking out loud and being heard. Cocking back the bolt handle; she confirmed there was no bullet in the chamber. Then she reached for the small magazine and smacked it in as quietly as she could. In her baby blue floral nightgown the apprehension girl sped walked to her bedroom door and cracked it open, sending a thankful prayer for her dad oiling the door hinges for it was silent for once. Anya gasped at the sight covering her mouth with one hand as the other tightly gripped the rifle in the other. She couldn't believe what her eyes laid upon.

Thank you, @deannamb for the idea, and thank you Parks and Recreation❤️

me after the air base refused to let me in for my motorcycle classes (true story im pissed)

but heres pookie ✋

made this for funsies