Vfxmad [2021]

She started laughing. A real laugh. High and hollow.

“Watercolor?” she giggled, her voice cracking. She ran Sir Alistair’s face through a median filter, then a blur, then a custom grain node she’d written years ago to simulate oil paint on wet concrete . His noble features melted into a beautiful, horrifying smear. vfxmad

Mira blinked. Chromatic dragon fire. Watercolor face. In the same shot. She started laughing