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Kiana Khansmith

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Jules of Nature
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@cuteniaarts
After over six years of posting my art online, I’ve finally decided to create a little Meet the Artist page! Featuring pretty bare bones facts, questionable appearance accuracy, and my adorably fluffy roommate-children
Happy (a day late because uni kicked my ass) MerMay!!
I think these two would get along in every universe, the one where they’re both half-seacreatures included :)
Once upon a time, long long ago, or more precisely, six years to the day, one @katkastrofa stumbled upon a certain incorrect quotes blog that frequently featured Red Lotus content, and decided to message the blog owner to let her know how much she liked her posts
It is of utmost importance that the blog owner not ignore the message and find it in herself to write back. It will end up being the best decision of her life
Or, in slightly less dramatic terms, today, May 3rd, is mine and Kat’s friendship anniversary!! No matter how busy both of us may be, we’re still the very best of friends and I love and cherish her so, so, so much. And of course, I had to make something to commemorate the occasion:
The reasoning as to why I chose Ehuang to draw is a little cheesy and mushy, but do I care? Not at all. The gist is, I like to assign birthdays to my OCs. I don’t go off zodiacs or some other symbolism, just vibes usually, with the exception of Suiren whose birthday I made the Winter Solstice very, very intentionally. Midori is August 11th, Haya is March 1st, etc etc. So when it came time to pick a birthday for Ehuang… really, only one date felt right in my mind. In our multiverse, Ehuang is truly the manifestation of everything good and pure, a sign that everything is finally right with the world, a perfect mix of her big family, so it felt wrong to give her any other birthday but our friendship anniversary, the one day during that awful year where things were just a little less awful
Happy birthday, sweet Ehuang, and happy friendship anniversary, my beloved, dearest friend <3
A little peak into what @katkastrofa and I have been coming up with for the past three days or so, regarding one of our oldest and yet far too ignored AUs, Under the Oak’s Shade, where P’Li’s old firebending teacher rescues Suiren and Midori from Haya and takes them up north to raise in peace with her bloodbending lesbian lover.
In this verse, Suiren is more a healer than a fighter, and the first time she truly stepped outside the role of being merely her grandma’s assistant was when she took initiative in saving a newborn who, along with its mother, almost died during birth. So here is 12 y.o. Renny, looking more Water Tribe than in seven years of previous drawings combined (I do love painting the white fur), maybe a couple of weeks after the incident, coming to check up on the tiny thing :)
(Before anyone comes at me – yes, the background is a screenshot from the show, do I look like some who has the time or energy to draw backgrounds?? All’s fair in love and war, idc)
12.04.2019
Short haired Suiren sketch because I love her
Does it hurt? Knowing who you could’ve been?
Something a bit different from what I usually post – last month both my uni groupmate and I fucked up our chance of filling a free spot (we had three drop outs last semester) in the exact same ridiculously pathetic way, so to cheer her up I drew her OC Hel from her story, Winter’s Greatest Loser!
(don’t ask me any more details, I know very little about the whole thing except that it’s set in the future on a space station (I found this out three months after following her art channel))
Continuing with showcasing art I finished ages ago but for some reason never posted, this time featuring Ehuang, Midori and Opal’s daughter, a little older than she was the last time I drew her but just as precious and adorable <3
“That’s a pretty ribbon you two have there. Where’d you get it from?”
“Oh you know… off the Swamp Spirit.”
(Context because apparently not everyone can see into my head:
The Swamp Spirit is Suiren. These two, Kesari and Kang-Mi, are her neighbours from up the road, twins the same age as her and the daughters of Rani, who was the childhood best friend and ex crush of Suiren’s abusive aunt. Suiren is ostracised in her community, to the point kids are picking up on the adults’ behaviour and think it’s fine to bully her. Not like she has anyone to stand up for her anyway….. One day, the twins steal a ribbon from her hair, which unbeknownst to them was one of the last keepsakes she has left from her parents. Their mom brings it back to Suiren and all is seemingly well, but the incident firmly cements it in Suiren’s mind that truly nobody is on her side, not even her peers.)
I am sorry I wasn’t there when you were little. I would have iced the bruises on your back.
January 12th officially marks 5 years since I made my very first piece of Kuviren art, back when it was just a crackship @katkastrofa and I came up with in the middle of the night, and I try to make a point of celebrating it in some way every year. This time, I bring you angst 🥲
@katkastrofa wanted, quote, “more Suiren. I need visions of her. Especially like that”, so I, as a humble slave to praise and adoration, am delivering
Or, in less dramatic terms, here’s another Suiren splattered in blood:
Art VS. Artist, 2025 edition
(+ 2024 edition below)
(Lowkey-highkey inspired by @rokurookajima to do this because I’ve never really done roundups like this before. Very fun but I’m pretty sure any longer on a canvas with all these opened in high quality and my tablet would have exploded again 💀💀💀)
Кровь стекает незаметно по рукам брусничным соком,
По косе багряной лентой, алой ниткой на платок.
Слева ряска и трясина, справа дягиль и осока.
У хозяина болота голос ласков, нрав жесток.
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I’d love to be kinder to my dearest creation on her birthday, but this is the only completed piece I haven’t yet posted and I have neither the time nor energy to draw or write anything else. So here, a horror-esque piece inspired by our latest still unnamed AU where Suiren goes off the rails and tears apart everyone who ever hurt her 🫠🫠🫠
The lyrics are from “У хозяина болота” by Сны Саламандры, which I’ve been saying has some intense Suiren vibes for a while. I highly recommend the song even if you don’t speak Russian, the vibes are immaculate
SHE'S SUCH A KITTEN I CAN'T DEAL WITH HER
She closes her eyes, mentally checks on the little doe-eyed girl she used to be, shivering against the whipping of rain, tiny fists pushed into her ears to tune out the thunders, mouth full of swallowed screams she knows are pointless to let out.
‘Please let me in. Please, don't leave me here alone.’
Passing eyes, making themselves comfortable with the ghastly sight by pretending that she's not really there - not a being of this world, but truly the accursed thing Haya recognized in her.
Should Suiren look away like they did?
(Or: @katkastrofa dropped the most heartbreaking few paragraphs in her latest fic and I’m in my feels about my specialest girl again. What else is new?)
A year ago, I declared August 11th to be Midori’s birthday and wrote a fic about it, therefore this year, I decided to draw something instead. I didn’t have much time or energy for it since I’m impossibly tired these days, so I chose to do a redraw of a piece from four years ago, a visual representation of a scene from Back to the Roots, one of the first fics @katkastrofa wrote for me
(I recommend turning your brightness all the way up for this one, looks rather grey otherwise)
In the dim light of the harbor and luminescent spirit vines, the wrinkles on her forehead create stark shadows, etching deep into her face. Her hair is pulled back into two pigtails, just like she used to wear it once.
Just like dad used to style it.
The implication stabs with a dull ache inside her heart - yet another proof that it’s not nearly as well protected as Suiren tries to convince herself of.
“They’re back. They’re alive,” her eyes are alight with pure, unadulterated joy, then gloss over with pleading when she doesn’t find a response in Suiren. Perhaps she is no longer able to feel such a thing.
“They will stay with us from now on,” Midori searches her face, waiting for her to smile and nod.
By all means, that’s what Suiren should do - reassure her little sister and not dampen her mood. In the past thirteen years, Midori had precious little good moments to light up over.
But to agree is an undoing in disguise, opening her up to more promises bound to break and to the pain of loss again.
“You don’t believe that, do you?” her face falls.
(Perhaps something happier would have been in order, but here we are regardless :P If by this time next year Kat and I finally finish coming up with Midori’s kids, I’ll make something featuring them, but we’ll see)