here one day...

liker of things Lazlee #191138 on fr

[jazzuli]

this little blog has gotten some attention recently and it'd be just rude not to introduce myself

i'm jazzuli (lazlee #191138 on FR), a biomedicine graduate student in my 20s. i don't use tumblr for much else aside from flight rising, so what you see is what you get. maybe the occasional off target reblog. i'm also a gigging musician, hence the name.

i use #riffs for my thoughts and #own art for.. my art. my chars are tagged with : at the end, i.e. #hemlock:.

i've been floating around tumblr and fr for at least a decade atp, dotted with long stretches of inactivity. im interested in lore and worldbuilding and love designing and drawing compelling funky characters.

i try to keep my digital presence far removed from my irl life, but i love to talk about my blorbos with the little people in my phone. this blog is more an archive for art and writing ideas than anything, but it's public on purpose.

i'm an infrequent flyer of both sites but I'll be here, collecting dust, until I get the itch to write and draw again :)

[heckling-hydrena]

I believe a pattern has emerged within my flight rising oc roster... I keep having to stop myself from creating copies of the same 3 archetypes:

nonbinary shapeshifter who eats people

female tundra who has suffered more than jesus

male skydancer who fucking suuuuuuucks...!

[stories-in-the-wind]

I desperately have the desire to draw but the heat makes it hard to have motivation. This is a 30 minute sketch to wind down the night after getting frustrated with a different composition I scrapped (completely unrelated to this drawing). If there's something I can count on it's Pidge being the source of a stress free drawing.

[jazzuli]

attack for snowdroprd on artfight!

process and talkies under the cut

e: do us both a favor and view in full, prev is rly crunchy

lately i've been challenging myself with rendering full scenes because i've never really been one to finish art like this. im pretty pleased with the contrast in the scene! when i finished my first pass of rendering and changed it to grayscale, the canvas looked like this:

fairly clear, but definitely some room to exaggerate values. squinting i can't really make out the form. so I went in with good old #FFFFFF and #000000 to bring the subject to the foreground:

and after going through with some additional tweaks (dodge and burn layers plus shimmying the contrast and lightness around), the final piece in grayscale looks like this:

certainly not perfect but an improvement to the composition yipeepee

i also used a blur + color dodge dupe layer for the lineart, slight blur on the bg and distant parts of the subject (couldn't help myself), and an overlay to give the shadows some nice hues yayyy

[khanidae]

Artfight revenge for SerenityLinds!

(I normally don't post my art in full to public social medias anymore but I know the FR community is big on tumblr so if any of you see this - look I drew the Shadowbinder!! :>)

[naphiatra]

Hemlock for @jazzuli

[corvidus-fr]

tonight’s style experiment, gaoler inspired by viking art

might upload the lines if anyone wants to colour them :)

e: link to the PSD here!

[jerkeline]

One way to get tasks done in the day is to make yourself a Chekhov's List. Put all of the things you have to do on a list, and now that they've been revealed they'll need to be completed by the afternoon (third act) and when you've completed something you can Chekov that task from the list

[jazzuli]

you are guided by something beyond your understanding

[goomyloid]

the Johari Window

[flightdescending]

Weaver and her wife, a centaur named Mayuri Dapplemane! They are both tailors in Podsgarden. They do tend to specialize in dragon and beastclan apparel respectively, but they collaborate often on projects. They're also both emigrants from Dragonhome, which is where the Dapplemane herd originated.

[nedtheknight]

Helms of Passing Strangers

[afreakingnature]

A terrible star made manifest.

[juunbug]

wait I never posted her at all. this is bailey she's a cocker spaniel

edit for refsheet

[starforgetales]

Bells of the Seventh Dawn

Long before the mountain cities were joined by bridges, before the lantern rails crossed the valleys, and before the cloud harbors welcomed travelers from distant horizons, there stood only seven towers upon the high ridges.

Each tower held a bell.

No two bells were alike.

One was cast from silver-bright metal that reflected the stars.

One was forged from dark iron brought from the roots of the world.

One was said to contain a fragment of a fallen comet hidden within its heart.

The oldest histories disagreed about many things, but all agreed upon this:

When the first builders arrived, the bells already stood waiting.

The people settled among the peaks and built their homes beneath the towers. They learned the weather by the voices of the bells. They learned the passing of seasons by their changing tones.

When storms approached, the bells sang low and deep.

When clear skies returned, they rang with bright voices that carried for leagues across the mountains.

Generations passed.

Cities grew.

Roads climbed impossible cliffs.

Bridges stretched above seas of cloud.

Yet the bells remained.

The people no longer understood who had made them.

Some believed ancient giants had forged them.

Others claimed they were gifts from travelers who crossed the skies before history began.

A few scholars spent entire lifetimes searching for the truth.

None returned with certainty.

On the first morning of every year, however, something remarkable still occurred.

As dawn touched the eastern peaks, all seven bells rang together.

No hand pulled their ropes.

No mechanism moved within their towers.

Yet their voices echoed across every valley.

Children paused their games to listen.

Workers set down their tools.

Even travelers unfamiliar with the tradition found themselves standing quietly beneath the sound.

The bells never rang the same melody twice.

Each year brought a different song.

Some years were joyful.

Some were solemn.

Some seemed almost like conversations carried upon the wind.

But every listener felt the same thing.

The sense that the world was older than they knew.

Wiser than they knew.

And that they belonged to a story far larger than themselves.

When the final note faded, life resumed.

Markets opened.

Workshops awakened.

Air ferries departed their docks.

The mountain cities continued their ordinary business.

Yet for the rest of the day, people walked with a little more wonder in their hearts.

And perhaps that was why the bells remained.

Not to tell the people where they had come from.

But to remind them that there were still mysteries worth seeking beyond the next horizon.

Starforge Tales — 2026.06.14

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[jazzuli]

doodle dump

nasty vigils + guardians + some gjinkas + lucid

[monstermonger]

Precious treasure!