Catastrophe Rogersさんのイラストまとめ

Hooved and horned yet the teeth in her mouth are all needles. When she grins, it is a froth of sharp points. The small god of mirrors is ineffably fashionable, velvet and a choker of cured human sinew, a cocksure grace like she's the one to teach the world how to yearn.
#complete

The small god of doorways is a tenebrous figure, too thin to notice most days, his body cartilage and tracts of too-long bone. But you don't know that. You only him as a jolt of motion, a lunging grin, the stampede of your heart when the god has come and gone.
@casskhaw #Inktober

The small god of borders is fading, her worship wicking away like a cruel old man's memory. Few deities long vanish but she is willing. Inside her throat, like a rose unfurling, a new god slowly grows: a god of safe places, of home, of being home.
Author: @casskhaw
#drawtober

The small god of new leaves unfurled, marooned still in their cataphylls. She is the cold amber of a wintry dusk refracted through lakewater, caught in mirrors, and oh, what avaricious God she is. All light is for her and her charges. It's not easy surviving the coming frost.

A small god of found families; you couldn't tell her from a stranger on the street. But if you look hard enough, and if she is willing, you might see the tufting of feathers along her sleeves, hear thunder in her crystalline throat.
@casskhaw
#conceptober #drawtober #smallgod

A small god of waking up at two am, choked by the dark. He is the silhouette by the foot of your bed; grasping hands in orbit around a choir teeth, tugging every which way, whispering, 'what happens when you go back to sleep?'
Author: @casskhaw
#drawtober #conceptober #smallgod

A small god of waiting by the borders, waiting for them to open; newly materialized, wetly gleaming still in afterbirth, in prayers so thick they trail from her like lace. It is hard to be born to so much need.
Author: @casskhaw
#conceptober #drawtober #smallgod #inktober #pray

The small god of the first snow is an euclidean horror, perfect from any angle, teethed with splinters of ice. A spindly thing, unloved by most, she keeps her blessings for the rare ones who wait for her with bated breath.
Author: @casskhaw
#drawtober #conceptober #microfiction

The small god of imposter syndrome is ganglions and knots of bloodied vein and worry, a triptych of mouths like moons rising over the nub of meat it names a heart. Thankfully, he's a coward. Tell him to leave. He has no place with you.
Author: @casskhaw
#conceptart #drawtober

The small god of houseplants is voluptuous, rose-bloom mouth and thorned hair. Lately, she has been spoiled on the prayer of black thumbs, has become insatiable. So many worshippers, so little time.
Author: @casskhaw
#drawlloween #conceptober #Flowers #smallgod #houseplants