This was something I was working on since June, but had let it sit for several months. Partially pandemic inspired, too.
More or less my Janus Fairytale characters getting put in a lower island layer on their world, finding lots of strange fungal and plant growth. Old, eerie ruins loom in the back, hinting of a greater presence in the past. Small spore wisps sprout out of the grass, glowing with a soft orange light.
I listened to this for a bit while working on this, so I think it helped carry the tone I was aiming for.
I’ve been working on and off on these for a bit, but I did another set of crossover art with fungiwoman! These were real fun to do, and this was the most detailed of them all. I really wanted to get that late winter ambience going, with everyone around a fire having a storytime. So please enjoy. I’ll be sure to post the rest later.
“Our world has some pretty creepy and scary things that we don’t understand. But you look up at the band in the evening sky, and realize that’s only a fraction of what you can’t grasp.”
Tried something new for Friday night, inspired by something I saw in an old college era folder. I’ll go back and revisit the head but hopefully it gets the point across.
To explain, Heather’s world is composed of several floating islands on a oxygen-based gas giant. Said planet has a ring system that can be seen in the later daylight and evening hours. So because of the world’s makeup, the sky always seems to appear a bit blue and purple when it’s dark, especially towards the the same hours. This means you have a very fascinating view to look up at.
This was a fun little crossover art freebie I did for @fungiwoman, who takes pretty spiffy mushroom photos on her Instagram account! Here I crossed her over with peeps from my Janus Fairytale setting, having a big get-together and swapping a variety of mushrooms. Elizabeth and company get a taste of Earth mushrooms, and fungiwoman gets some interesting samples of Talmeron fungi.
This is the art process video for the Heather Halloween Special I wrote on 2018. You can read that here!
The concept for this art and story was based off of someone’s IRL account of their house having this “unnatural” sinkhole in the middle of their house, that always seemed to bend the floor out of shape. Poltergeist-like things and apparitions would always appear around that spot.I had sent the OP the artwork and letting him know I drew inspiration from it, and he thought it was pretty cool. So that was great.
Author’s Note: This was supposed to be a short episode for the end of the month, but actually ended up being just as long as a regular blog serial installment. So I apologize for not have the additional illustrations that would go along with such a lengthy piece. That aside, please do enjoy!
It was one of those odd times that Heather had actually experienced. Usually she was late, stumbling into the kitchen sloppily dressed. But this particular morning she actually had woken up in time with the rest of the household. The air was cooler, having sent her sleeping deeply the previous night. The daylight had changed and now resembled early in the afternoon. Her whole body knew that a change of season was upon them.
Today’s tasks were a bit mundane, mostly with clearing fallow grass from the back garden. There might be an errand into the inner town for Elizabeth, but only time would tell. At least she was able to take Fluff up and about.
Little did Heather know what good food and a night’s sleep could do to someone. Or something.
The next morning had barely passed when shrilling but quiet screeches woke up everyone in the house. Pipp was up and about, head sticking above the top of his box trying to get out.
More food and water were given, and Pipp “began” his day. Despite his small size, he pattered behind most everyone like a duck, not letting anyone out of sight. He was a bundle of energy, rapid thumping audible as he ran across the floor. Janus discovered that he would “chase” a ball if given, playing tag with the toy becoming a regular activity.
Heather trudged down the dirt and gravel path that led out of the main section of Ellowwood. A twenty-pound bag of wheat was in her arms, having been tasked to deliver it to an elderly couple out on the west side of town.
And not just west town, West Hills. Outside the town charter, maybe half a mile towards the heavy forest and where the island ended. Where more weird stuff lived, causing her imagination to freak out about what she could randomly encounter. It didn’t matter if it was late afternoon and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky; the area still carried the same kind of connotations to it.