Just Found Out That I Actually Forgot To Post This Redraw Here, Oops. I Love Bottles Optimism (complete

The Glorious Heart, The Most Secret and Sacred

made a little cover for Byakuren themed playlist! I really love how it turned out. Drawing Byakuren is always so relaxing.

well, I've finished up with posting Fionna and Cake stuff while it's popular, so I'm back to uploading my older works! had so much fun painting her robo-arm here.

The resplendent light of divine PULCHRITUDE consumes your spirit.

My final artwork of 2022! I've reread Problem Sleuth in December and just had to make fan art of PS' final form. Finally I can get to posting more recent stuff.

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hi!! I'm elusive from the Homestuck Daily team (a Homestuck news & showcase site), we're doing an halloween fanart showcase very soon (since 1 week has passed since October 31th) to show cool art people did, can we feature this artwork you did?

you'll be fully credited of course, with the link on your artwork leading back to your post here (or on a different site if you want) and the link below it redirecting people on your preferred social platform (or a linktree)

thank you for your time! u-u -elusive

of course you can! and thanks for reaching out to me, I'm very glad that my artwork caught your attention ::)

my preferred platform is tumblr since linktree seems to be blocked in my country for some reason?? well, anyways, thanks again!

This world may not exist tomorrow, but today we live our daily lives

As the whistles of the critters dim, it's a sign that the sun has slowly secured it's position in the wide sky. A dusk that will last longer than it's cycle. Selkouni perched down, shuffling away some rubble and taking a seat to watch the painting of the ever-long rays.

The light stretches lazily, and a breeze blows, as if the valley itself had sighed with relief and exhaustion. Now begins the quiet. A slowing down of time itself. As the inhabitants of the woods and hills prepare for the changes that accompany the resting sun. Measuring time itself - changes.

It no longer speaks in the familiar tongue of cool or warm. The grand elements are taking rest - now, it is for the small, for the crawling, for the growing, to account for their memories and wisdom: Some, count the changing leaves of an orchard. Some, smell the soil. Some, simply know, or remember. Some, sense the ever so slight changes of solar radiation to feel the speed of continuity.

Selkouni simply watches. They enjoy the striking colors appearing on the clouds and the sung melodies of the lively environment around them. When they'll be satisfied with their presence and their thoughts, they'll get up and keep on with their journey.

Lonely This Christmas

Try to imagine a house that's not a home Try to imagine a Christmas all alone That's where I'll be, since you left me My tears could melt the snow What can I do without you? I got no place, no place to go

starmaker crowley save me