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I am being commissioned to make art for a fan fic called The boy and the bug by LeadBed
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Here's the sixth chapter illustration and a blurb from the story for context.
“Stop it!”
A colt no older than nine was kicked into a muddy puddle on a cold day, crying out for a mother that'll never come.
“Please! No More!”
He saw himself tripping up another changeling from the hive, but this time instead of guilt a new emotion sparked inside him. A purple flame that burned brightly and grew rapidly as if one was to pour lantern oil directly onto it: Anger
“I Said….**STOP!”
He suddenly interjected with his own mental image of the time he’d been glued to his seat and had fallen over in front of Miss Tibia. Rage warred with regret, anger fought off anguish and conviction clashed with control. A vision of him pushing over an old nanny was suddenly shoved aside with all the times he’d been cornered and pushed around by the other changelings.
“Screw you! Screw all of you! I’m my own changeling!”
He remembered all the times he’d fractured his wings during training, the burning in his lungs and legs from flying and running around day in and day out. The fire grew and grew, burning away the false memories. A vision of an angry father shaming him for harming his young filly was ripped away, revealing him dangling from the hive ceiling, covered in resin with no way to dissolve it with his saliva, forced to wait a whole cycle before someone found him!
And then the insults came. Soft shelled, cockroach, motherless, abandoned…
Unloved.
“Buck you, BUCK YOU!” His face twisted into an angry snarl as a wave of energy washed over him. He heard pops in his eardrums, like the air had been whisked away briefly before something big blasted through the city above. His body was alight with magical energy and the walls bright with lavender light.
And then, like a bad stomach ache, the guilt, regret and dread began to subside. Leaving the angry changeling to his lonesome.
interested in getting your own jowyB commission like this one? please do not hesitate to message me (as long as there is no tight deadline and its not NSFW) i am available to create what you envision.
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until next deviation friends
___
until next deviation friends
Laters
here are my other links
Instagram: JowyB (original content then fan stuff)
Twitter: JowyB
I am being commissioned to make art for a fan fic called The boy and the bug by LeadBed
Here's the sixth chapter illustration and a blurb from the story for context.
“Stop it!”
A colt no older than nine was kicked into a muddy puddle on a cold day, crying out for a mother that'll never come.
“Please! No More!”
He saw himself tripping up another changeling from the hive, but this time instead of guilt a new emotion sparked inside him. A purple flame that burned brightly and grew rapidly as if one was to pour lantern oil directly onto it: Anger
“I Said….**STOP!”
He suddenly interjected with his own mental image of the time he’d been glued to his seat and had fallen over in front of Miss Tibia. Rage warred with regret, anger fought off anguish and conviction clashed with control. A vision of him pushing over an old nanny was suddenly shoved aside with all the times he’d been cornered and pushed around by the other changelings.
“Screw you! Screw all of you! I’m my own changeling!”
He remembered all the times he’d fractured his wings during training, the burning in his lungs and legs from flying and running around day in and day out. The fire grew and grew, burning away the false memories. A vision of an angry father shaming him for harming his young filly was ripped away, revealing him dangling from the hive ceiling, covered in resin with no way to dissolve it with his saliva, forced to wait a whole cycle before someone found him!
And then the insults came. Soft shelled, cockroach, motherless, abandoned…
Unloved.
“Buck you, BUCK YOU!” His face twisted into an angry snarl as a wave of energy washed over him. He heard pops in his eardrums, like the air had been whisked away briefly before something big blasted through the city above. His body was alight with magical energy and the walls bright with lavender light.
And then, like a bad stomach ache, the guilt, regret and dread began to subside. Leaving the angry changeling to his lonesome.
interested in getting your own jowyB commission like this one? please do not hesitate to message me (as long as there is no tight deadline and its not NSFW) i am available to create what you envision.
until next deviation friends
___
until next deviation friends
Laters
here are my other links
Instagram: JowyB (original content then fan stuff)
Twitter: JowyB
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