Doodling my Great Horned Owl Doll boi.

WIP for character sheet.

Redoing Black's rendered art because I do not like the face in the old one I sent with part 1 of his bio.

Logging in.

Putting a bunch of old and new art I did.

Disappearing out of air.

Janet and Xun in my lore vs their AU versions I made for Arknights fanfic.

My OCs and their MBTI and enneagram. (Part 1)

Every night I have the same dream: I am walking in an unknown city, in a crowd of faceless people. As I wander through the sea of people, I see a man in black holding an umbrella. Suddenly, they all face at my direction and tell me, "You should wake up."

You do not know how long you have been here. Your body is deteriorating as time passes, much to your dislike. Although your body is now deemed dead, your mind is awake, filling itself with the pain from your rotting flesh. In this instance, you cannot remember who your God is. But there is a faceless man, who reaches his hand out to you, saying, "Iyanifa, become my High Priestess." Something is not right. His fingers are entangled with strings that reach the infinite. Whoever this man is, he could never be your God, even if you have forgotten who your God is. So, all you could beg for, "... Kill me."

Old doodle of Dantes on a coffee-stained paper in my copy of The Count of Monte Cristo.

Eggmond Dantes.

Not me returning to FGO after so many years for his new version.

6 can tell me bedtime stories.