It still Hurts, even now, even with his gaze softened by the pain of loss.
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just realised I have not written more in the writing blog lately. I apologise, my brain was scrambled by my recent bout of sickness, and I have a lot going on so my focus has been muted.
#amadeus speaks#I'll get to it eventually#it is important to me I do the writing#I just am feeling Unbalanced atm#not art
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The barrier flickers once as Null processses the voice in his head, the hallucination- it has to be a hallucination- and stares out, bleary-eyed, at the crowd. A waiting green-glowing fortress stands there. Many of them eyeless, and others far too keen of sight. "Watchers..." Null whispers to himself. "...There is no escaping them, not like this, not with my strength so drained and exhaustion pulling at my eyes like heavy weights. You aren't even real, you can't be, you can't help me. My end is near... Father will be pleased, I'm sure."
A watcher stares at him, jittering and wheezing like they do, covered in blood from snout to hoof. The thing's teeth snap once, twice. Null looks away and closes his eyes.
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Something lives in the space between....
I Am Here In The Space Between, Watching... Waiting... Save Us.
#mlp infection au#mlp horror#the green hordes#mlp infected au#ask post#Sickly Green#She didn't like the zombies comment#They Are Alive
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eyes sickly green and blinding. she doesn't know why she bites.
#amadeus speaks#what I just drew isn't going to be posted in full#i'm just teasing future story stuff with this#teasers
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Will be answering more questions monday or tuesday. I've been sick and busy so it depends on how much free time I have. Still working on next month's big post.
#amadeus speaks#not art#Null already thinks he's Unwell#Suddenly hearing voices and getting hit by bananas has got him FRAZZLED
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my hand hurts now lmao. I think my limit is two asks, so I'll stick to around two a day (not every day, just two at a time any given day) I think, going forward. If I receive more that is lol.
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Null lies on the ground after cleaning the banana from his face and mane, perturbed and unnerved as he fights unconsciousness. Suddenly, a voice is heard, almost a whisper, as if the voice came from a distance. His pulse skyrockets alongside his anxiety, his pinprick pupils staring into the middle distance. He doesn't respond, doesn't entertain the hallucination. It has to be a hallucination. He has those, lots of those... If he waits, it will surely go away...
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"Wh-" Null sits there, Banana on his face, exhaustion looming over him. He opens his eyes, and the portal is gone, but the banana remains. "I... WHAT?"
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Your new comic looks awesome! The artstyle, the epic scene, it's fantastic!
Thank you! I really leaned into making the green glow from the infected more prominent on each page, until it took over the screen in a way. The contrast with the purplish light of the dome in the last three pages was something I particularly enjoyed drawing.
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She chased and chased him through the streets, more green-glowing beasts hearing and seeing and following to bite at his heels as he galloped through the desecrated town. The sounds of growling in his ear, roaring, and hissing as the green light behind him grew into a beacon. How many had been in Ponyville when this began, for so many to be wandering the streets and hiding in homes? The one thing he contributed to the local Princess was this: the masses of Pilgrims that came to see her before, now trapped here as monsters. His breathing grows heavy. He stops, and he talks to himself. Closer, Closer- Null takes a risk, all his depleting magical energy into a burst, a dome to keep the gnashing teeth of eyeless beasts and their green-eyed stalkers at bay. A moment, a reprieve. The end of the line feels near, and in his addled mind, he hears the unsurprised, spiteful laughter of Him when he realizes the second, the failure, died in his mission. 'Good Riddance,' Null knows he'd say.
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I love drawing individual characters like beans when viewed from a distance.
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expect a post relatively soon. I haven't been doing much for a few days bc I'm sick ugh.
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That doesn't look good...
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@thegreenjournals has the first Twilight's Research Notes up. Pretty on Par with the original, just tweaked some things and made a few corrections (I suffer from Never-Proofreads-Itis so making edits the second time around was inevitable)
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a little over two more days to vote, reblogging for those who may not have seen the poll
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might start entering askblog askboxes bc I want to see Null interact with other ppl (he's awkward and Large and I think him trying to be normal™ and/or vibrating in existential dread is funny to me) It wouldn't be canon to the story, obviously, but it'd be fun, and I'd actually interact with ppl on some level rather than just sit here scrolling and liking stuff.
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