FEAR/PHOBOS

i draw my favourite blorbos // it/void/he // not accepting comms offers

[fearwasalwaysanoption]

What are those flags in your pfp?

FEAR/PHOBOS

what are the flags in your pfp they look very pretty :) a bit more of an explanation on the right flag, it's kind of a mishmash of my diff

[fearwasalwaysanoption]

Anubis and his uncle, Set

[fearwasalwaysanoption]

Batch of random recents

[fearwasalwaysanoption]

A dragon my sib commissioned from me, redesigned/redrew three years later for their birthday!

Original design ↓

[fearwasalwaysanoption]

Batch of random recents

[fearwasalwaysanoption]

Fear me. Respect me. See me. // You could be happy. You could be loved.

[fearwasalwaysanoption]

"Her eyes. They were blue. The weirdest, creepiest blue Ruby had ever seen, far beyond the color of the sky. Like someone had bundled up the sky and immersed it in fire until it burned from the inside." - Escaping Peril, prologue

[fearwasalwaysanoption]

Metal Sonic :)))

[fearwasalwaysanoption]

YOU CAN'T RUN

[fearwasalwaysanoption]

his wings are clipped

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown but longed for still

- Caged Bird by Maya Angelou

Art of Maybug, a flamesilk dragon imprisoned in the factory during the early reign of Wasp. She spent the entirety of her adult life there and died within it's walls

[rubberduckycollector]

aaaaargh my heart! Whyyyyy!!!

anyways here’s a short story about her because I love angst

After a long day, Maybug rests her head on her sore arms, minding her silk glands, irritated from over use. She shifts uncomfortably until she finds a position that both keeps her wrists off her rough stone platform and allows the cold chains around her neck and ankles to coil to the ground without scraping against her scales. She looks around at her neighbors, all settling down to sleep. A new flamesilk was brought in today. She stares at the cocoon sadly. The poor dragonet inside will emerge in a few days time, expecting exited family and friends and will instead be met with a cruel and unforgiving world she will be trapped in for the rest of her life. Maybug thinks of her own egg. Her sweet little dragonet who was ripped from her arms before she had time to get to know him. She wonders how he’s doing. He should be about seven years old now, she thinks. Dread pools in her stomach as she imagines her precious son emerging from his own cocoon all alone in this cold, damp cave, frightened and disoriented like she was the day she emerged. Would she even recognize him, she wonders, if he was brought here? If he was the unlucky dragonet who was to emerge from the cocoon in the corner in a few days time? She squeezes her eyes shut and hopes with all her might, prays to a god she doesn’t believe in that her beloved dragonet will not be a flamesilk. That he will live his life never knowing of the horrors his mother endures every day. A tear slips down her face. She wishes she could see him again. She longs for the crowds of her hive, the wide open skies she never got to fly in. More tears spill out of her closed eyes. ‘Please’ she begs silently. ‘Please let him be free, as I never could’

[fearwasalwaysanoption]

his wings are clipped

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown but longed for still

- Caged Bird by Maya Angelou

Art of Maybug, a flamesilk dragon imprisoned in the factory during the early reign of Wasp. She spent the entirety of her adult life there and died within it's walls

[fearwasalwaysanoption]

Got a copy of the Darkstalker GN and I had to draw her again

[fearwasalwaysanoption]

My new way of having fun @neetlez

Happy birthday!!!!

[fearwasalwaysanoption]

Another year, another art summary amiright?

[fearwasalwaysanoption]

Quick suitless Velvet ref

[fearwasalwaysanoption]

Icons for my fantribes (Mobulawings, Shiftlings, and Faefeathers)

[fearwasalwaysanoption]

Sequel to this post