Jasper | they/them | adult I am an artist and writer. I hope you enjoy your stay. This is an 18+ blog; I cover things that are not suitable for a young audience.
Hello hello, everyone!
My name is Jasper Y. Grace (they/them); I’m a queer artist and writer whose work explores the human condition with characters who are sort of human. If you like character-driven narratives, a whimsical fantasy world, and eye horror, then I hope you enjoy your stay here.
This blog is 18+. I talk about and reblog adult content.
Find me on other places:
website | bluesky | instagram | ko-fi
General tags:
#jasper's archive -> art tag
#jasper.txt -> ramblings tag
My Work
— An Immortal Laid to Rest
The ordained archivist Vincent Helio and the reclusive doctor Orias traverse the desert in search for their freedom. A story that features exploration and introspection, told from multiple characters' perspectives.
this is actually HILARIOUS because both domestic rabbits and domestic cats practice dominance-related social grooming but for wildly different reasons.
if you're a rabbit, the boss rabbit is the one who gets groomed by its subordinate rabbits.
but if you're a cat... the boss cat is the one that grooms the other cats.
BOTH these idiots are going "aw yeah, it's good to be on top >:) "
not every mutual fits neatly into an archetypal medievalism but there are some mutuals that im like yeah addressing you as “my liege” would come strangely naturally
Start reading the latest chapter here. Or if you’re new to the series, start here!
And happy one year anniversary! It's been a rewarding experience writing An Immortal Laid to Rest, and I hope you have enjoyed the story so far. Let's make it another wonderful year!
«In Control’s dreams it is early morning, the sky deep blue with just a twinge of light. He is staring from a cliff down into an abyss, a bay, a cove. It always changes. He can see for miles into the still water. He can see ocean behemoths gliding there, like submarines or bell-shaped orchids or the wide hulls of ships, silent, ever moving, the size of them conveying such a sense of power that he can feel the havoc of their passage even from so far above. He stares for hours at the shapes, the movements, listening to the whispers echoing up to him … and then he falls. Slowly, too slowly, he falls soundless into the dark water, without splash or ripple. And keeps falling.
Sometimes this happens while he is awake, as if he hasn’t been paying enough attention, and then he silently recites his own name until the real world returns to him.»
anywho here's another wip preview of that big illustration set I've been working on. I just finished the lineart for Orias' half and im gonna start coloring it later today. Here's hoping I can have it done by next week
Hello hello, everyone!
My name is Jasper Y. Grace (they/them); I’m a queer artist and writer whose work explores the human condition with characters who are sort of human. If you like character-driven narratives, a whimsical fantasy world, and eye horror, then I hope you enjoy your stay here.
This blog is 18+. I talk about and reblog adult content.
Find me on other places:
website | bluesky | instagram | ko-fi
General tags:
#jasper's archive -> art tag
#jasper.txt -> ramblings tag
My Work
— An Immortal Laid to Rest
The ordained archivist Vincent Helio and the reclusive doctor Orias traverse the desert in search for their freedom. A story that features exploration and introspection, told from multiple characters' perspectives.
