Okay.... In My Defense.... Y'all Really Should Have Seen This One Coming...

I just found out you, too, love Mothman. May I request a tinh mothman doodle, if you have the time, energy, and will? If not, that is totally fine!

what a distinguished gentleman! Look at how he is sitting!

Decided to have a little fun while I lay back and accept my fate as I get dragged into the Rise Fandom, so here's my take on human designs for the Rise boys.

Been playing around with lighting :P

Some concept art for an assignment and current pet project: Spirit of the Red, story pitch under the cut:

"After a mysterious explosion that wiped out the city of Nirashi, the race is on to find the secret behind ‘The Red’, the unimaginably destructive force that was somehow able to break one of the most foundational rules of spiritualism, and destroy life energy itself.

10 years later, one of the survivors, Sen, discovers he holds the secret to unlocking the mystery, and fearing its misuse, is now on a mission to destroy it within himself. Hopefully, before anyone else finds out it could happen again if he isn’t careful, and maybe take the world out with him."

Wow. His whole argument gets even stupider the more you look at it huh?

‘Life is very full of sex, or should be. As much as I admire Tolkien — and I do, he was a giant of fantasy and a giant of literature, and I think he wrote a great book that will be read for many years — you do have to wonder where all those Hobbits came from, since you can’t imagine Hobbits having sex, can you? Well, sex is an important part of who we are. It drives us, it motivates us, it makes us do sometimes very noble things and it makes us do sometimes incredibly stupid things. Leave it out, and you’ve got an incomplete world.’ George R R Martin (source)

no disrespect to george rr martin but this quote cracks me up bcos every time i see if I’m just like, no george… you can’t imagine hobbits having sex. ;P

Trying out some new ClipStudio pens and techniques I found online, so here's a little doodle redraw of my favourite cursed wizard and his dragon boyfriend

I know cameras don’t really exist in fantasy worlds but I needed to see the floof squad smiling.

These two are going to give me a stroke

A Short Poem about Pain

I wish my pain had meaning

The foundation of my character

an apotheosis built on aching muscles

On digging pits for concrete in the rain

So that I may raise up a better version of myself

The bitter work that gave us monuments

So that one day we may wipe our brows

With the backs of calloused hands

And smile when others stare in wonder

And care to imagine the nature of its formation

I long for that fight

For scars others can trace with gentle hands

And understand just enough of the nightmare that left me bloodied, battered

Worn ragged but still alive

And I wish I had that comfort

Of running my hands over old wounds

To acknowledge that pain, see it plainly

Hold assurance in my hands, that proof

To validate it as it were

To tell me that was real,

That it might be over now

Instead I’m locked by my own hand

Lying in cool tiles, on stinking carpet

Staring at nothing at all

Nothing on my mind

No real sign,

no blood, no scars,

no story to tell.

Wondering how such pain could come from nothing at all

Fucking Brilliant

I just want them to have a chaotic friendship