Axis (Ali)

Cats are liquid

Especially on Halloween 🎃🐈‍⬛🎃

I’m so sorry <:(, my heart is with you 💖!!

QRP your dark art 🖤
#darkart

THANK YOUUUUU 🥰💖🙌🥳

Made an animation as an ode to our amazing characters & the awesome story we experienced for one of our DND campaigns! Even without having experienced the game yourselves, I hope you enjoy it 💖.
#dnd #spooky #horror #characters #animation #2D #davinciresolve #procreate #digitalart #artistic #gothic

You all are absolute heroes 💖. Thank you so much for all of the hard work you’re putting into helping artists protect their work from AI! 👏👏👏

I’ve heard Tidal is good but haven’t tried it myself! I use YouTube for a good chunk of my music.

"You seem like a hungry man. Is this place starving you?"

September's guest artist is Toastyglow, with a relaxed Dracula

For my balloon 🎈 day, may I be so bold to ask for a little share so that my art reaches fellow fantasy and mythology lovers? 🫣✨

A woman lies on her back in her underwear in a seemingly black, watery void. Her legs are partially submerged from the knees down and black, slick tendrils are extruded up around her legs, arms, and torso. Some have molded into the shape of hands pressing against her skin while others remain strictly ribbon-like. One of them has interlocked fingers with one of her hands. She seems like she might be sleeping and in distress—her eyes are closed and sweat is dripping down her face and neck. The portion of the book that inspired this drawing reads “I dream that I am falling. Pioneer grows ever smaller as I tumble away, my tether trailing out behind me. Her hull winks in the starlight until she is a speck of light, and then nothing at all. I’m falling and falling, though I can’t feel the rush of air around me, or see the ground rush up to greet me. I feel nothing but the pull of unseen gravity. Infinite night surrounds me like smoke in water, pooling above my earlobes, wreathing itself in my hair. I’m wearing no helmet. I’m wearing nothing at all. The darkness, the swell of space, softly curls against me, covering me, snaking into my nose and my ears and finally my eyes, filling up the gaps between eyeball and skin, around into the socket, flowing into me until I’m full to burst. I’m blind. I’m in agony. I can’t yell, or thrash to free myself. I’m frozen in place while the universe drowns me.”

CW: Partial nudity, potentially disturbing imagery

I recently picked up and read #Thrum by #MegSmitherman and enjoyed it so much I felt the need to do some fan art for it ♥️. I’d recommend it if you’re looking for a spicy thriller to read :).

#darkart #digitalart #procreate #art #alien #artist

Deep down, she is good, simply misunderstood 💖.

A post on the importance of sending letters

A post with Disney's address

Do this to voice your outrage at Disney's unjust cancellation of Kimmel and other people's shows for simply practicing their free speech, ASAP.

I’m so grateful to live where I do 💖.

I just find everything feels a bit better when I watch this.

I just finished yesterday and I need to read it again already 🥲.

If you see this, QRP with your OC smiling!

It’s always creepy grins with Ambrose XD

#art #traditionalart #pen #paper #drawing #darkart #spooky #alchemist

QRP with something watery 🌊
#digitalart #procreate #drawing #art

A digital illustration of a figure wearing a long, tatty grey cloak over black plated armour. Based on the Knight in the game, Hollow Knight.

Hollow Knight costume design

Thank you for always being so supportive and encouraging, and for sharing my work 💖!!! Appreciate you fren :3.

The page is a series of three images, the first two of which show Ira’s face mostly occluded by the back of Idora’s head, held by one of his hands. Red tears are streaming from his visible eye and there’s a single line next to his face that implies trembling. His eyebrows are pushed up into a melancholy expression as Le looks at her. The second image shows his eyes closed and his head turned away slightly, the saddened expression intensified. The third and final image shows him holding Idora’s slumped body against his, his hands tense and his face hidden, buried in Idora’s shoulder and further covered by his hair. Two words hang in the air beside him. “I’m sorry…” and at the bottom of the page is a tiny written “END” to mark the end of the comic. Thank you so much for reading!

He tenderly cradled the back of her head in his hand & pulled her body against his, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated, shaking. Despite his newfound strength, he couldn’t escape that feeling—weak in the dark.
THE END, thank you all for reading!
#dnd #comic #darkart

Frustrated little dude gripping a pencil saying “how do I pack this down into something I can actually share?” While swirling rainbows labeled “INFINITE POTENTIAL” float around them. Little dude frowns at a tiny grey box, exclaiming “all that work for THIS?!” Little dude shoves the grey box into another little guy’s hands; Frowning, stomping off, and saying “Here you go, I made this, it sucks.” Second little dude cracks open the box, swirling rainbows project out onto their face. Second little dude stares in awe at all the swirling rainbows now floating around them.

Sometimes we’re unsatisfied with a thing we made because when it only existed in our head, we saw all the things it could have been and when it’s done we know all the things that it isn’t, but we can’t see the way it expands into a million new things when someone else unpacks it in their head. 🖊️🦑

A fairy with butterfly wings hangs on a wall among a butterfly collection (and other insects). A girl is standing below with her hand reached towards the fairy.

an illustration i've made for the "Dark Fairies" zine! 🦋

🖤💖🖤!!!! They are my barely-disguised-bloodborne-hunter character, a hunter of voidsent monsters that has FAR too much empathy for said voidsent. Monster hunter > monster kisser pipeline condensed into one self-destructive package.

The page is a series of images starting with one showing a man holding a woman whose neck he’s bitten. His expression is startled and concerned. The second image shows his fingers in her hair releasing their grip. A larger image below shows her head limply rolling on his shoulder, eyes muted and gazing forward into nothing. The next panel shows Ira’s horror written plainly on his face, and the following shows him frozen, holding her in front of him with the thought bubble “She’s…gone.” In the next panel his arms are empty and a bunch of indecipherable words are faintly scribbled into the darkness.

He pulled away from her, the hand in her hair releasing its hold. Her head rolled slightly on his shoulder. Ira’s breath caught in his throat at the realization that she was gone. He’d known this would be the outcome, but hadn’t expected the pang that shook him now.
#dnd #comic #darkart

It is insane to me how what you draw and what I’m drawn to artistically are so aligned 😂💖. I love this so much!!

The image is a series of pictures beginning with a closeup of Idora’s mouth, one of her bloody tears trickling into it. She’s whispering “Ira…” weakly. The next image shows Ira still latched to her neck, expression pained and somber. In the middle of the page is a series of three images showing Idora’s hand. In the first it’s flexed and lines depict it shaking slightly. In the next, it’s fallen and they’re flexed a little less, and in the third image it’s collapsed to her side. On the bottom left of the image is a picture of her shoulders-down from behind, slumping to the side, and leading away from that is a series of h’s implying an exhale. It leads to a picture of Ira’s eye, wide open and welled with bloody tears.

Idora’s voice was weak, her lack of fight exposing her accelerating frailty. Ira continued despite his inner conflict and felt her gradually grow limp and heavy in his arms. Only a few moments passed before a final, fleeting breath left her lips. Feeling unnerved, Ira paused.
#dnd #comic #darkart

The page is a series of images, the first shows Idora’s hand flexing and shaking. The following image shows Ira’s hand pulling against the back of her coat. The following image shows Idora’s expression growing weak, her eyes starting to roll, Ira still latched to her neck. She’s saying “Please….” The bottom image shows a very close up image of Ira’s face, eyebrows furrowed and the skin of his nose scrunched in a snarl. There are thought boxes around him which read “I…can’t. This is what I have to do. What I chose to do.”

Idora strained, but the strength she’d once had over Ira was surprisingly comparable to his own. His grip remained firm despite her squirming. “Please,” her eyes rolled slightly in her head. He couldn’t. He knew this is what he had to do, what he had ultimately chosen to do.
#dnd #comic #darkart

There’s a series of images depicting Ira drinking the blood of his matron vampire. In the first he’s bitten her neck, but thought boxes of his read “I’m…starving….” In the following image, he’s bitten her again in almost the same place and she yells “Aaghck!” in response. The third image is a depiction of Ira’s burning hunger being sated. It shows him in silhouette with white eyes mostly closed, the blood he’s drinking appearing white and spreading down his throat and chest onto what appear to be searing hot cracks across his neck and torso. There’s a line of h’s in the background suggesting an exhale. The third image shows the puncture wounds on his shoulders from the nails sealing, and in the final image Idora is weakly asking him to stop.

He bit again, offset from the first to intensify the flow. A pained, choked cry fell again on deaf ears that only heard the flood of blood down his gullet. The burning in his throat slowly extinguished with each blissful swallow. The pain of the wounds in his arms & shoulders softened.
#dnd #comic

The page is a series of images starting with Idora’s face hissing and scrunching in pain. The second shows Ira having tilted her head to the side and drawing close, eyes solely staring at her neck, seemingly unresponsive to her pain. The next shows his face against her neck, a dark tear streaked down his face and into the chemical burn scar at the corner of his mouth, which is open in the following image revealing fangs. A small image shows his teeth sinking in, and in the last he has bitten her. The two are nearly silhouetted in shadow with the tiniest rim of light outlining them.

He drew her head aside to further expose what he craved. She strained in response but he didn’t hear her. Lips pressed against her throat, he opened his mouth, fangs shifting into place. There was only a moment’s hesitation before they pierced her skin & blood began to drip into his maw.
#dnd #comic