Another chibi from 2023. I really like Reyna as a character, she holds a dear place in my heart alongside my other Chaos Dragons. It’s a shame I could never sit down and commit to writing their information. From 2023.
Hey guys I’m not dead. Heres Malthiel, who’s a character who needs a rework but at least he still has a cool concept. Since I’m still working on my current art pieces I’m back to posting my old chibi series from 2023. We’re almost to the 2024 chibis though since this was drawn in December.
Happy new years everyone 🖤 My goal for the new year is to try and draw smaller pieces so I don’t feel pressured to always finish illustrations, so here’s to a 2026 full of art.
JAE-SEONG RHO ; JAX - The Owner of the Noodle Dragon Inn!
Jax is a character I’ve had ever since 2018, but I would be lying to you if he ever had a consistent design. I’ve always given it little tweaks and edits. Unfortunately as the years went by, he’s slowly faded from my mind. But I thought it would be suiting for him to be given a fresh coat of paint and drawn as a chibi for my chibi series - where I draw all of my ocs as chibis! This will hopefully be his finalized design.
Although I will say, something I’ve noticed is that if I don’t draw a character for a year or more, drawing them again is difficult since my style and designing process changes so much over the course of a year. Older characters that I love a lot such as Jax sadly fall victim to this so it makes drawing them even harder. However, I’m glad to introduce you guys to him, even if this will be the last time you see him lol.
Xeno'Jiiva headshot done on a Mini Shikishi board (3x3 inches) with copic markers
still one of my favorite World elders. Just that pretty blue gets to me
A character that I created during my small euro beat phase from a couple years ago. I still enjoy his design and I don’t think I could ever part with him. I just adore friendly gentle giant characters. Got to be one of my favorite genders.
I’ve been distancing myself from the furry fandom and avoiding drawing anthro art as of late, but I’m still a massive fan of Atari the Protogen. I think Protogens in general are fairly neat, but they’re fairly difficult to draw. This is from November 2023.
Words: 2,574 | Chapters: 1/?? | Fandom: Modern!Final Fantasy XVI
Clive Rosfield is a recently graduated college student with a master's degree in - English, of all things. Struggling with student loan debt and the echoes of the life he left behind, he is desperate for a change of scenery. Everything changes when one faithful morning Clive receives an a job offer at a pet café known as the Hideaway.
TW: General angst, negative thought spirals, swearing (if that needs a tw)
Spoilers for the ending of Final Fantasy XVI
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Clive's mind was tangled in a dream. And it was Hell.
His body lashes underneath the covers. His forehead was drenched in sweat. Muscles wound up tighter than a spring. It took his whole willpower to finally break himself from the iron grasp of sleep. Once Clive finally opened his tearful eyes, free from the terrors that bound him, he was instantly blinded by sunlight. It poured in though the cheap blackout curtains that hung above the sole window in the studio apartment.
His arms trembled unevenly as he rose, his mind was still struggling to figure out what was reality and what was merely fiction. Only mere memories of the dream remains - orange flames surrounding him, fierce battles between monsters that belonged in an MMORPG, and a pounding, heavy heart overflowing with sorrow. He couldn't get the image of himself underneath a blanket of stars out of his head. The feeling of coldness taking over his body as his fingers slowly hardened into white stone. Nothing but the sound of waves crashing into the sands of the beach where he had laid dying. Clive checked his hands - while they shuddered, he was thankful they were still a familiar sun-kissed color. He carefully wiped the tears from his eyes.
"What a nightmare…" He muttered in a hitched breath.
While normally one would be grateful to be back in their wakeful life after such a mental roller coaster, he couldn't help but be filled with dread. He knew his life in this messy apartment would be soon coming to a close. Clive grabbed his pillow and burrowed himself underneath it in an attempt to catch a couple more minutes of rest. But his mind was too active. His body shook with anxiety that refused to waver. Fear of fictional events that were detached from reality. He tossed and twisted his body in an attempt to find a position that brought him even an inch of comfort.
He wasn't blessed by such a luxury.
By the time Clive finally crawled out of bed, the dream had all but faded from his perspective. But as the memories dissolved, his worries were replaced with the actuality of his circumstances. Clive couldn't afford the rent. Not like he had been able to for a very long time, but he knew the patience of his uncle was beginning to wear thin. It was only a matter of time before he was evicted and forced to couch surf or, Gods forbid, end up on the streets. Clive rolled onto his side and curled up his knees to his chest. As pleasant as the desire was to remain in his bed and savor its presence before he lost it, life had to continue. He slowly began his morning routine in an attempt to silence his thoughts. At least, the parts he felt like doing. Taking a brief shower, tackling his hair that desperately needed a trim, it was pretty much all he had the energy for before his stomach gave a painful grumble. Clive peered into his fridge, and was thankful to have the right amount of milk for his knock-off cereal.
Clive settled himself against his kitchen counter top. His seat was taken by dirty clothes he had yet to take to the laundry mat. The table was one of the few things he kept even remotely tidy - apart from the papers scattered across its surface that were covered in doodles. He took a glance at the diploma that was partly hidden within the manila envelope it arrived in. A moment passed where he felt a surge of pride. An acknowledgement of all the sleepless nights of studying.
The happiness was quickly shot down when it swiftly reminded him of the student debt he now found himself in. A master's in English. Minor in theater history. What a waste. He guessed then was a better time than any to commit to his typical morning phone maintenance. It would be a decent enough distraction. Clive cleared out his group chat notifications, amounting to watching the funny videos sent to him and sending an reaction emoji to the ones he found remotely humorous. He even got around to responding to some of the DMs from the last couple days.
After around thirty minutes, he had finished his breakfast and had relocated himself to his couch. On the TV was some day-time television show just for background noise. There was one thing left for his maintenance - to check his emails. Clive's finger lingered over the email app. He sighed, feeling his chest feel heavy. Grow some balls, man, it's just emails. You should be better at this. It had been half a week since he had dared open the app. But maybe, maybe, a company responded to his job application. In the back of his mind there was only a mere spark of hope. Even an outright rejection would be greatly appreciated.
With a sigh and lacking confidence, Clive opened the emails and started to shift through them. It was nothing out of the norm for his inbox. Scam loan forgiveness emails, offers for jobs that were halfway across the country, just the usual. He was sorting out the pointless emails into the trash when he realized there was an email he passed over. In its subject line was "Job Interview Offer". After months of only getting radio silence from companies, he was surprised to receive the first of well, anything. After a few long seconds of anxious hesitation, he opened it.
"Dear Mr. Clive Rosfield,
I am writing you as the owner of The Hideaway - Pet café. The Hideaway - Pet café highly appreciates your high effort job application submission. I am simply astonished at your submitted resume and your listed skills and proficiencies. We also appreciate your transparency with your lack of overall work experience. However, at The Hideaway, we strive our best to provide the perfect environment for our employees to spread their wings at our establishment."
Clive scrolled down slowly using his thumb, trying to skim through the email quickly. Anticipation was eating away at him. There was no way this was a rejection email. It felt too… personal to be an automated rejection.
"As you may know, we offer a wide selection of positions we are always hiring for. We believe you might be perfect to fill a recent vacancy that is in desperate need of someone capable - such as yourself! We would like to extend an offer to interview you to see if you would be a fit for our company. Please visit our location at your earliest convenience on August 15th where I can met with you personally to conduct an interview.
Simply walk in and request meet with the owner of The Hideaway at the café counter. I am looking forward to meeting you!
~ Cidoflus Telamon."
Clive re-read the email, once and twice more to ensure he wasn't tiredly misreading anything. An interview offer. An actual, real interview offer. Alongside a proper signature of the owner to boot! For the first time in a bit, Clive felt a smile take over his lips.
"Holy shit!…"
Wait. What's today? He swiped down on his phone screen to check the date. Today. Today was August 15th. Clive jumped off the cushions of his couch. His mind began to race. Just, any time today? Should he send a follow up email to ask? He was already two days late to the email, would the owner even see it in time? He disregarded his rushing thoughts - he needed to get ready, now!
Clive opened his text messages to excitedly update his group chat - when he was suddenly interrupted by a phone call. The ring tone echoed loudly throughout the room, almost dropping his phone in surprise. Fuck. He fumbled it in his hands before he grabbed a hold of it with both hands. Get your act together!
Clive had to swipe a second time on his phone screen to properly answer the call. He lifted it up to his ear. "Good morning, Uncle Byron."
"Why, what a pleasant surprise, Clive! I'm glad you're awake this early. I was going to be busy by the time you're normally awake, so I decided to try and give you a call now." There as a moment before Clive heard a displeased hum on the other line. "I'm sure you know what I'm here to ask about."
His body deflated back onto the couch. "…Yes," Clive acknowledged, drawing out the 'e' sound of the word for an extra second. He inhaled through his nose before letting the breath out through his mouth. He was stalling enough to try and compose himself. "I was actually about to shoot you a message - I landed a job interview."
"Oh ho, is that so, my boy?" His tone softened a bit, allowing Clive to sigh a sigh of relief. He knew his Uncle would never be one to swear at him, but he also did not want to test any more of his patience. "And what was the business who graced you with such an offer?"
"It's a pet café, located in the Wyvern's Wing Plaza. Called the Hideaway."
He could tell by the pause that Byron was making a twisted face. "A café job isn't… exactly the job I would've expect you to have. Wouldn't it be desirable to get something within your field?"
Clive pinched the bridge of his nose. Much like other old people from his uncle's generation who have a comfortable position, they don't understand the world was a different place now. But he wasn't in the mood to give any corrections. "Ideally, but some experience is better than no experience."
"I do suppose," Byron responded. "Anyhow, there is still the issue of the rent you owe…"
Of course, Clive held himself back from exhaling. He just wanted to have a little bit of encouragement. A simple 'congratulations!' wouldn't hurt to hear. Even if he didn't land this job. "I am aware." Clive tried his best to keep his tone dull, but the words came out a lot sharper than he intended. "If I get this job, I'll make sure to get next month's rent payment. I promise you." He knew he had uttered those words countless times before, and his stomach sunk. He heard the sound of shifting paper on the other end. No doubt the many unpaid bills Clive had racked up.
"If". It was a word Clive was beginning to realize he was using a lot. It echoed in his head. If he got this job. If he didn't land this job. If. Even thinking of the word made it ring hollow in his mind. It was tiresome. To have served under hypotheticals and wishing for things to improve. Only sit there and imagine a better life for himself, only dreaming of the steps he could take to actually obtain it. No longer. He needed a guarantee. A level of certainty that would go beyond a promise. A sure fire way to ensure he remained in this apartment, maintained a small amount of stability in his life.
"I'll make double the rent payment." Clive blurted out without a second thought. A desperate attempt to help ease his uncle back to his side. Not a pitiful promise that can be broken. But an assurance. What he wasn't expecting was his uncle to start laughing. It wasn't a mocking laugh, but one of utter disbelief. "I'm serious," Clive stated firmly, but only then did it really hit him what he said. His face felt hot. He didn't even have the job yet! His chest twisted as he listened to his uncle laugh, getting louder and louder with every passing moment. Clive wanted to sink into the depths of his couch and never emerge.
It took a good half a minute for Byron to quiet down, and gave a long out of breath exhale. "You never cease to amaze me, you know that, Clive?" Before Clive could give a response, another voice could be heard on the other line. His uncle had pulled the phone away from his face in order to reply. Clive couldn't make out the words. But he knew they weren't for him. The young man bit his lip. After a few moments, Byron finally spoke: "So be it. You get this job, I get double the amount your normal rent. Sounds like a plan to me. Now, go break a leg!"
And just like that, the call was over. Seemed like his uncle had more pressing matters to attend to. The sudden silence was enough to make his ears ring. Why did he have to open his mouth? Why did he make a promise he wasn't even sure he could keep? Clive rested his head in his hands. He could only imagine the look of deep disappointment on his uncle's face as he failed to get the only job that extended him an offer. The mockery of his friends after he tells them he failed to pay rent for the seventh month in a row and ended up on the streets as a result. Clive didn't fight the feeling of cold, disappointment that twisted within his shoulders. He reached over to grab his phone so he could call his uncle again, to apologize for making such a stupid offer, but… a passing thought stopped him.
What if he did get the job?
His habit of thinking negatively was stitched into the fabric of his being. The thought of him actually getting the job was absent in his mind until that moment. He had learned most of anything that could possibly bring him joy and happiness would only be ripped away from him. He never got his hopes up for anything, not wanting to allow himself to fall into the draws of predatory defeat. Not receiving responses he submitted applications to only reinforced his judgment. But today… well, a couple days ago, technically, that changed. He was extended a hand by a kind soul. An outstretched hand reaching out from the darkness. Clive felt the urge to reach out to the imaginary hand physically.
The familiar feeling of bitterness began to melt. If the owner of the café was kind enough to offer him an interview, him offering Clive a job wasn't completely unfeasible. And what if he actually did get the job? For a small business, the paycheck might not be the most, but it's a paycheck. Money to go towards food, rent, and Hell, maybe even a new video game if he's lucky. A fire was ignited in his chest. The comforting feeling of hope. It was the most warmth Clive believed he hadn't felt in years. A spark that Clive wouldn't let the opportunity of one, just one good thing pass him by. He wouldn't allow himself to become what his mother believed him to be. Nothing but a failure. But Clive wasn't going to sit back and accept that falsehood, not when he was given a golden ticket to prevent that.
He lowered his hands and placed them on his lap.
"You got this," he told himself out loud. Clive felt a bit silly, however, he felt as if he deserved a good laugh. Even if it was mockingly at himself. "It's just a job interview."
And if I manage to get it - my life can actually begin.
Ending Notes: Hey, thanks for reading. I've had this idea rotting in my brain for a while now, so here I bring it to you! I wanted to spend a little bit more time with this project since I want to actually sit down and commit to a project for once in my life. Chapter 2 is already being written, but my aim is to hopefully have one chapter out per month, if I'm lucky. This is my first time writing an posting fanfiction after all, so I'm not sure how I will handle it.
Again if there's any tags I'm missing or need to add please do let me know. I will be adding more and more tags as characters are introduced and things happen.
Also, first time posting fanfiction on tumblr, so I hope this is acceptable. Or does this count as a cross post? Idk. I'm new here.
I felt like he needed a new reference sheet and I wanted to work on a personal project, and after 16 hours he's finally done! You can see more about him here.
Some fun facts about him:
He likes to journal and draw, mostly doodles environments he's in or the creatures he encounters.
He's a himbo - he can read and write but he's not the best at it. Also a little dyslexic.
WILL make you work out with him if you express an interest in working out / getting stronger.
More images down below:
Causal outfit
Underwear (to show his scars and some of his scales)
i fucking hate my brain it wants to do so many things and it cant even focus on one of them. like its like "start an rpgmaker game!" "no, you should learn godot!" "what about your 3d models on blender??" "but you have that comic to work on!!" "you should also just draw more things in general" and im like SHUT UUUUPPP it feels like this
