kon 💥

IM SO LATE SORRY!!!! thank you so much for the meow!! it is (belatedly) appreciated

A digitally painted fullbody of an Absol with nautiloid elements such as a nautilus shell on its head and tentacles on its body.

absol design for a friend #pokemon #oc

A digitally painted illustration of an Alolan Raichu original character. He has furry cheeks, wing-shaped ears, a colourful gradient body, and a Tamagotchi hanging from his tail.

alolan raichu #pokemon

A digitally painted illustration of an Alolan Raichu original character. He has furry cheeks, wing-shaped ears, a colourful gradient body, and a Tamagotchi hanging from his tail.

alolan raichu #pokemon

"𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅"

#art #beanzoart

these are so lovely!!!!!!!

wip #art #oc

i fell off the face of the earth again 😭😭😭😭 how do people keep active socials..!

All through the lands of Avarice, the winds of winter whisper... 🌟🌬️

42 weary travellers lay down their heads to rest. Won't you let a stranger warm their bones by your fire?

#oc #adoptable #greedwyrms

A preview for a piece of writing titled 'The Promise of Roadkill'. There is a photo of the Australian bush at night. Beneath it, text reads as follows: the promise of roadkill. for azurriwaters. 2,100 words. Jordan crouched down to look closer. She saw an enlarged pouch, filled with young. She had the strange urge to reach out and touch it, even though it went against everything she knew.

Lesbians, horror, and the eldritch unknown in the Australian bush. It's THE PROMISE OF ROADKILL. 🥩🥩🥩

read on tumblr.

#writing #oc

i really don't know how to format writing posts on here because self promo makes me feel weird but i'll be trying out different ways of doing it!! lmk which way you guys like the most (and lmk your thoughts if you read my stuff! i love talking about writing)

this is a christmas gift i wrote for my good friend az! i loved writing about her characters and getting a little experimental with style and themes. you don't need to be familiar with her ocs to understand this writing, but i'm happy to answer any questions!

A preview for a piece of writing titled 'The Promise of Roadkill'. There is a photo of the Australian bush at night. Beneath it, text reads as follows: the promise of roadkill. for azurriwaters. 2,100 words. Jordan crouched down to look closer. She saw an enlarged pouch, filled with young. She had the strange urge to reach out and touch it, even though it went against everything she knew.

Lesbians, horror, and the eldritch unknown in the Australian bush. It's THE PROMISE OF ROADKILL. 🥩🥩🥩

read on tumblr.

#writing #oc

a long creature with a floating head, character design of a greedwyrm (closed species) of a pink color, it has a tail that is another head, both heads seems to be looking at each other. it has stitches marks around its body, on its neck, tail and torso. guts are hanging from its back and tail, interwined character now belongs to SpindleWebs on TH and GW site!

eternal being 🩸🫀 #adopt #oc #greedwyrm #art

LOVELY DESIGN AS ALWAYSSS🫣🫣🫣

A sketch of Malfus, a tall, muscular man in a maid dress with a bow in his hair. He's holding a knife and saying, "This is a cruel and archaic humiliation ritual unbefitting of my station." In a little bubble to the side, another maid character is saying, "You look lovely, Malfie!"

malfus & leeleth

#art #oc #oc_malfus #oc_leeleth

realising there's some stuff i never posted here.. oops

#pokemonfanart #pokemon

a personal depiction of batman, illustrating his costume more as knight armour. his cape melds into smoke and blue flames and he wields a flail and lantern in the shape of a skull. behind him is a gothic depiction of gotham's architecture, fading into the background. next to batman, are three portraits of cassandra cain as batgirl, jason todd as red hood and tim drake as robin.

the dark knight

#art

@illusshare.bsky.social

[SEASON'S GREEDINGS] is a mystery gacha adoptable event for the Greedwyrms species! Pay 40USD to roll a random design or 75USD to hand-pick your companion of choice.

With designs by a range of lovely guest artists, each character is unique and one of a kind.

toyhou.se/36874784.gre...

All through the lands of Avarice, the winds of winter whisper... 🌟🌬️

42 weary travellers lay down their heads to rest. Won't you let a stranger warm their bones by your fire?

#oc #adoptable #greedwyrms

i can make a proper post tomorrow but check it out!!!!!! lots of lovely designs by lovely people
toyhou.se/36874784.gre...

do people on here like adopts…? i made some designs for a group blind gacha and i’m wondering if i should plug it 💭💭💭

escapism through channeling a medieval manuscript illustrator

#fish_band i like this drawing

always love seeing tenn... this outfit 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Text reads as follows: Eirene is wrapped around a pillar like a vine, so entrenched in its crevices that she could be part of the Idalion mural that opens itself across the wall. When she was a little child, the maids would sometimes compare her to a Nereid: slight, with lush, dark skin and pools of onyx hair, she often looked as though she had leapt out from the very sea that enveloped Andros like a secret. Now, as she catches strains of conversation between blistering raindrops, she feels more like a nymph than ever — she is naught but a trickling brook in the rockface of the palace wall, almost silent save for the gentle sound of her breathing. She does not mean to eavesdrop, and yet she doesn't stop herself. She has long been curious of her husband's relationship with the cold-hearted King of Oukra, though she has never mentioned it during their nightly conversations. In fact, she had been on her way to see Kyparissos this very night, eager to discuss her latest literary thoughts and conjecture, when she was caught in the shadows of his exchange with the King.

Text reads as follows: "He is discontent," Eirene offers, smoothing her palms over her clothes in a small act of self-reassurance. "Is he always so?" Kyparissos' face turns pained, cut open. "More and more, these days," he says tiredly. "We are," he eyes Eirene carefully, "close. We spent time together in our youth." It is an explanation that is unasked for, and yet one that Kyparissos must be very practiced in giving. "I know," Eirene answers his silent question — there is nothing strange here, there is nothing odd. "Will he be staying with — us?" She trips over the question, intending to prescribe this visit to Kyparissos alone, but the reminder of their union hiccups out of her unbidden. It is something that clearly strikes Kyparissos, for he nods jerkily at the sound, slightly off-balance. "I do not know how long," Kyparissos sighs. "I do not know much of anything, these days."

Text reads as follows: "You should not eavesdrop, Eirenaki," Kyparissos chides, and Eirene feels something spark within her. Irritation? Rage? No, not quite — a little frustration. She is not a child, and as a woman, she is not less than her husband. To speak to her like she's done some petty wrong, when he has caused such problems... it's inconceivable, and therefore impossible to bear. "No? I should not? What else should I do, Kyparissos?" The words flow forth from her like a dam has burst; once she starts, she cannot stop, her tongue loosened by emotion. "You bring me to this palace, you wed me, and you expect me to birth an heir. All these things, I have accepted. All these things, I have tolerated. In all areas of my life, I am governed: first by my father, then by the gods, now by you." She takes a step forward, watching with some satisfaction as Kyparissos stumbles back. "I try not to resent you, in all your freedoms. Free to wander, free to explore, free to fight, free to love — but it is very, very difficult. And I do not begrudge you your lover—" she gestures vaguely to Aigyptios, who seems poised to flee, "so, please, do not begrudge me my curiosity."

Text reads as follows: "And if things are... difficult," Kyparissos continues, now less certain of himself, but not any less determined. "I hope you will confide in me?" She can't guarantee it. There are some things Kyparissos could never understand, and some things she can't even speak aloud. Even now, the caves of the Underworld haunt her, a painting upon the walls of her memory. Sometimes, when she closes her eyes, she sees a glowing hand reaching out to her, determined to snatch her up from where she dwells and spirit her away. But all this is too much to explain, and it is not the place right now. There will be time to begin to piece it apart, perhaps in the future, when they're older and wiser. "Yes," she says simply.

custom fic for rougaroules 🌞🌧️#VGenComm

read on toyhouse & tumblr

marker pen study from my sketchbook. It depicts a knight wearing closed sallet helmet with bunch of feathers.

Study of a sallet - marker pen

[ #art | #knight ]

SO PRETTYYYYY CIRO !!!!