Halsin References

uncompressed + unedited full size images on google drive here

Sephardi & Romaniote Jewish Women's Clothing in the Byzantine and Ottoman Periods, illustrated by Nikos Stavroulakis

The Art Swap I participated in for the month of March. Thought a limited palette would push me to make some effort, so...anyway, this Art Swap is hosted over on the Artistree Discord. Many artists come together to show off our unique styles, and show support for each other. My piece is #05, but I'll also be tagging the other participants that are on Tumblr here as well.

#02 - @ppinksun | #04 - @cieorale | #08 - @endthestarlight | #09 - @gnome-sketches | #11 - @jshimshon-art | #12 - @kreature1827 | #14 - @loud-sound | #19 - @thegayestofartists

Birthday gift for a friend

Knowledge begets a hunger for more

Drink from the Well of Sorrows, Inquisitor.

Eamoc Part 2, Electric Boogaloo ✨

At first, Eamoc didn't feel anything particularly strong towards Xoti one way or the other. However, once Xoti began feeding him his favorite snack, Palohe Nuts, they became fast friends and he was often seen at her side (when he wasn't at Sabina's). How Xoti knew Eamoc's favorite snack may or may not have something to do with Maia asking Sabina what it was as a "personal favor" ;)

Given how different Aloth and Iselmyr are and Eamoc's distaste for the former, you'd be forgiven for thinking Eamoc might get along better with the latter. You would be mistaken. While usually Eamoc is content to simply huff and side-eye Aloth, Iselmyr's more... confrontational nature has come very close to an all out brawl between the two, much to Aloth's terror.

Being from Eir Glanfath, Eamoc felt especially comfortable around Serafen, whose presence reminded him of home. For Serafen's part, he figured he could do worse than have a great horned beast as a friend, especially when that beast was willing to help him reach new heights, as it were.

it's exhausting being palestinian right now.

watching the news is like watching a deadly car wreck - i want to look away but i can't. i'm not sure how much more of the vitriol i can take. i don't know how much longer i can stand and watch as people argue whether people like me deserve to live. whether we deserve to exist on a strip of land that has so much history to me and my family. my grandfather, who was kicked out of haifa 80 years ago. my mother and father, who were born on the wrong side of the wall. and myself, and all the generations to come, who are scoffed at and treated worse than dogs by a government that assumes we are all terrorists. a government that has denied us basic life necessities like water. that has denied us our dignity. all because of who we are.

i cant stand watching the news, which has put the hamasi scumbags and all other palestinians in the same category, furthering the agenda that all palestinians are terrorists. i am tired of being grouped with so-called freedom fighters who do not have my best interests in mind, whose actions i never support and never will support. i hate that not supporting hamas comes with the assumption that i am in support of the israeli-led genocide against my people. i hate that there is no middle ground, and that i must defend myself at every corner, to palestinian and israeli people alike. that i must defend my palestinian existence to zealous anglo-saxon christian friends and condemn my overzealous liberal friends for supporting a terror group. i have no allies, no one who understands me, no one who has TRIED to understand me.

but, then again, how will anyone understand this? how can i blame anyone for this? they don't know any better. i wish they knew better. i wish to be understood. but i also don't want people to understand. i don't want people to wake up every day afraid that their family is gone. i don't want people to worry about whether their family can recieve life saving treatment daily while people debate whether your family even deserves to live.

most of all, i hate how isolated i feel. it seems like everyone i talk to about my hurt has to prove just how politically correct they are, ignoring what i am saying in favor of dehumanizing me further by displaying peacock tailed "support" - support that is all for show with no subtance or nuance. no one is truly listening or trying to understand me. every day i wake up and wish i didnt have to live in this world anymore. every day i go to work and feel detached from the people around me, wishing i could be as blissfully ignorant as they are. every day i fight with the hopelessness and distress as i watch the genocide unfold while grappling with how privileged i am for not being subject to the horrors myself.

i am tired.

I fell victim to one of the classic blunders (drawing a load of fan art when I should have been working)

my ocs wanted to ask if your ocs wanted to come over for a play date

looks around insanely. i caught up on all the headshot comms (these are just some of them...........) - admin will be done tomorrow! i feel like i haven't drawn/written for myself in ages so fingers crossed my brain will allow me now that this task is done at least !

& lest i forget...

i have a patreon!

The boys!

LIFEHACK TO GET ARTISTS TO DRAW FOR YOU

Find their commissions page and give them money

Grumble grumble…

Funny how I have a sketchbook for outings and work breaks but almost never use it.

Der Golem

my Watcher Vivien and Aloth