Not Exactly Sure What To Post But Wanted To Post Something, So Have Some Payment Art I Did Recently

Ive been thinking about making a series of MAPs for a long while now

The series would be called Wings of EPIC! And would essentially be EPIC! The Musical but with Wings of Fire characters. I already have the design for Qibli, who would replace Odysseus.

This idea has been marinating in my brain for a while now I'm wondering if anyone would be interested (whether that's actually joining the MAP or helping with designs, background or storyboards)

Go check out this awesome artist they need more recognition <3

@yla03 's sick oc Solaris!!.

His design is so intriguing I can't wait to read about him on aO3!!!!.

Flat colours under the cut because they're a secret.

Good naps will have you sleeping in poses usually reserved for dead insects

I'm Back!

I dissappeared for a while mostly because I simply forgot I even had an account here lmao

Have one of my most recent drawings.

It's of my WoF oc, and edgy RainWing named Devil. His original names was Passionfruit but he hated it so he changed it to Devil

Soooo true

HELL YEAH DINOS!!!

dino art dump

Tw: venting, pet loss, death, brief mention of contemplating self-unaliving

So, I don't even know where to start. I know this is FAR from my usual posts but honestly I have no idea what to do. It feels like my brain is still processing. On January 23rd, I lost the cat I've had every since I was a toddler. We've had her since she was just 3 days old. I remember waking up that morning and she seemed perfectly fine. She sat in my lap while I waited until it was time to leave for school. The whole school day felt perfect, in hindsight too perfect. Like the universe was giving me one last happy day. I remember I forgot to say goodbye to her like I always too before school. That night I had a bowling meet after school, so I didn't get home untiled 7:15 pm. I walked up the stairs, knowing she'd be mad at me for being gone so late without tell her. She always was. I opened the door and she was, laying on the floor, already dead. I couldn't even sleep in my own room that night and I felt terrified to go back in. Terrified that I'd still see her dead body there even though my mom had already moved her. I had always planned of taking her to college with me as an emotional support cat. She's the only reason I got through 4 years of depression, the only reason I never contemplated suicide during those horrible 4 years. She’s the reason I finally clawed my way out of that disgusting room. Now, 3 months later, and my mom thinks this is my childhood dogs last weekend. We've had him since before I was even born. I'm 16 now. He hasn't been eating and he barely gets out of bed anymore. Twice yesterday he got up and sat in the middle of the hall and just. Stared. At nothing. He can't even see anymore. He's so skinny and light and his fur isn't as soft as it was before. He nose is completely dry. He used to love liking me and my mom, you'd have to litteraly force him to stop. Now he barely does. I don't even know what to do. I don't think I can losing 2 pets I such a short period of time. I thought 2025 was going to be my year. Turns out it's far from it.

more venting, pet loss

My parents just got back from having my childhood dog put down. When my dad picked me up he genuinely asked "are you sad?" What kind of fucking question is that

Tw: venting, pet loss, death, brief mention of contemplating self-unaliving

So, I don't even know where to start. I know this is FAR from my usual posts but honestly I have no idea what to do. It feels like my brain is still processing. On January 23rd, I lost the cat I've had every since I was a toddler. We've had her since she was just 3 days old. I remember waking up that morning and she seemed perfectly fine. She sat in my lap while I waited until it was time to leave for school. The whole school day felt perfect, in hindsight too perfect. Like the universe was giving me one last happy day. I remember I forgot to say goodbye to her like I always too before school. That night I had a bowling meet after school, so I didn't get home untiled 7:15 pm. I walked up the stairs, knowing she'd be mad at me for being gone so late without tell her. She always was. I opened the door and she was, laying on the floor, already dead. I couldn't even sleep in my own room that night and I felt terrified to go back in. Terrified that I'd still see her dead body there even though my mom had already moved her. I had always planned of taking her to college with me as an emotional support cat. She's the only reason I got through 4 years of depression, the only reason I never contemplated suicide during those horrible 4 years. She’s the reason I finally clawed my way out of that disgusting room. Now, 3 months later, and my mom thinks this is my childhood dogs last weekend. We've had him since before I was even born. I'm 16 now. He hasn't been eating and he barely gets out of bed anymore. Twice yesterday he got up and sat in the middle of the hall and just. Stared. At nothing. He can't even see anymore. He's so skinny and light and his fur isn't as soft as it was before. He nose is completely dry. He used to love liking me and my mom, you'd have to litteraly force him to stop. Now he barely does. I don't even know what to do. I don't think I can losing 2 pets I such a short period of time. I thought 2025 was going to be my year. Turns out it's far from it.

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