•Bring misfortune wherever I go
•Destroy anything I touch
•AVID ETM fan)
•Dnd is my passion, drawing is my lifeblood
I deal in sketches, and only in sketches!
See you soon, sweet dreams)
pronouns: bird/Who cares?
Then we do this:
This is my second dnd character. He is an Archivist artificer, a subclass that never got released. His name is Zannu. His story has been over for 2 years. He has a living garlic named Zinc. I will redraw soon him. I love him.
I hope you like him too)
Abstract art
No explanation.
Abstract art
No explanation.
Haven't posted in a bit. So have a drawing.
There shall be no context for my art. But there are poppies)
Haven't posted in a bit. So have a drawing.
There shall be no context for my art. But there are poppies)
Ignis Spiritus, the sun of fire. One of 4 celestial bodies of life.
And next to her the giant temple of her people, that was built in the name of the holy Okoto.
Who is Okoto? Ignis doesn't know either.
Ignis Spiritus, the sun of fire. One of 4 celestial bodies of life.
And next to her the giant temple of her people, that was built in the name of the holy Okoto.
Who is Okoto? Ignis doesn't know either.
In any case, be sure to Ride The Cyclone! Because that is what I was listening to when drawing this. Love it.
In any case, be sure to Ride The Cyclone! Because that is what I was listening to when drawing this. Love it.
(just art I made. Don't ask questions))
(just art I made. Don't ask questions))
I go to the same Larp camp as my friend. I can't make it this time, but they can still write me letters. She asks if she can get my blade that can cut souls. This sword is very important to me. I say if I don't get it back, I will burn down the city.
MAN, SHE GETS EXECUTED THE DAY IT ARRIVES.
I go to the same Larp camp as my friend. I can't make it this time, but they can still write me letters. She asks if she can get my blade that can cut souls. This sword is very important to me. I say if I don't get it back, I will burn down the city.
MAN, SHE GETS EXECUTED THE DAY IT ARRIVES.
I live on the other side of the fucking world how the hell did this happen?
And now I am faced with the crushing reality that I will never be able to go to a concert of his.
Why does this always happen to me?
Now enjoy this simple drawing
I live on the other side of the fucking world how the hell did this happen?
And now I am faced with the crushing reality that I will never be able to go to a concert of his.
Why does this always happen to me?
Now enjoy this simple drawing
Lobotomy Corporation, my favorite agent.
This is Roach. He HAS to exist in every single one of my facilities.
He shall be immortal.
Lobotomy Corporation, my favorite agent.
This is Roach. He HAS to exist in every single one of my facilities.
He shall be immortal.
... Oh and a nose bleed.)
... Oh and a nose bleed.)
The stars themselves love you, for you are their children as well. And though the stars may be frightening, they will always stay by your side.
Anyways, here's a drawing of the Red Star of destruction holding a mandarin orange like it's the most delicate thing in the world:
The stars themselves love you, for you are their children as well. And though the stars may be frightening, they will always stay by your side.
Anyways, here's a drawing of the Red Star of destruction holding a mandarin orange like it's the most delicate thing in the world:
A soul doesn't have to make sense to others, only to yourself.
A soul doesn't have to make sense to others, only to yourself.
Lives in the middle of the desert in a palace. Love him.
Ori'Dav, the Brass Fury of the Golden Dunes, and the party's sugar daddy. (For more artifacts for his horde, of course.)
Lives in the middle of the desert in a palace. Love him.
Ori'Dav, the Brass Fury of the Golden Dunes, and the party's sugar daddy. (For more artifacts for his horde, of course.)
This is more straightforward. Deep in the Jungles there is a child of a god, who had gone mad. Instead of abandoning his father, the child stayed, and was gifted eyes that could see from the souls of his people. One eye - one soul.
And so, The Serpent King awaits his Lord, in the dark.
This is more straightforward. Deep in the Jungles there is a child of a god, who had gone mad. Instead of abandoning his father, the child stayed, and was gifted eyes that could see from the souls of his people. One eye - one soul.
And so, The Serpent King awaits his Lord, in the dark.
A soul and the body. This is a very old drawing, but I am still proud of it.
A soul and the body. This is a very old drawing, but I am still proud of it.
Me:
Me:
In my world there is Time. 3 that are 1, 1 that are 3.
The Archivist, The Scribe and The Author. Together, they are the Narrator.
The Narrator is also the DM
Now they needed a blank slate. They took what they needed.
And left the rest to rot.
In my world there is Time. 3 that are 1, 1 that are 3.
The Archivist, The Scribe and The Author. Together, they are the Narrator.
The Narrator is also the DM
Now they needed a blank slate. They took what they needed.
And left the rest to rot.
I regret nothing
I regret nothing
I am a bird. I mean, I'm a person, but I am a Bird. I like what I like, and don't really care about what I don't. If you want to be a bird with me, I'll be happy to see it, but you don't have to interact with me if you don't want to. Now sweet dreams and stars)
I am a bird. I mean, I'm a person, but I am a Bird. I like what I like, and don't really care about what I don't. If you want to be a bird with me, I'll be happy to see it, but you don't have to interact with me if you don't want to. Now sweet dreams and stars)