I am a hobby artist that focuses on comics and storytelling. I am here to make new friends and just to have fun and see how it goes.
My special interest is fantasy - both the historical and the urban kind. Fandom-wise I really like the Fallout series, the Elder Scrolls series, the Fire Emblem series (finished the series from Awakening up to Three Houses, I am playing Shadow Dragon right now ), the Persona series (three to five, I also love the Raidou Kuzunoha series), and recently suck into the world of Dungeon Meshi - The illustration below is an imagining of some characters from my home country in the Dungeon Meshi universe
If you like those series then I am your person and it I know you -HI!
Hi guys ! Commissions are opened for Anthro headshots!
I am currently opening commission slots for anthro headshots for 20-30 USD because of emergency (I am broke, in a foreign country and unemployed). I won't be accepting all commissioners (i will ignore bots, and empty profiles) and will do background checks because of how rampant it is on Tumblr these days. Please share to others if you know they like these !
So apparently, Amino is dead - THE WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST IS DEAD
No one mourns the wicked right? Well... I came across that app during the height of the pandemic and became very active. Although I didn't experience adversities in that app (mainly because I implemented no-friend, no-RP rule, perhaps I was also a uni student then, so I tiptoed a lot while using the app and mainly use it for showing off my drawings because it did get a lot of traction), but I heard a lot of terrible stories. Shortly, I became really mentally devastated and cut off from the app completely, until one day I decided to returned and of course, it went to the dumps as majority of people left after the pandemics, so I deleted that app and never look back.
Fastforward to now, I am rejoicing for the fact that it is now absolutely dead. But then I realized that my Stardew Valley OCs and their stories are amongst the casualties. So I decided to redrew them for the last times (at least two of my most favourites).
I can't say too much about her story yet! Her story is in a comic competition (they allowed me to post the OC drawings or designs but not her story yet). But her name is Meirin (anglicized pronunciation/ Pinyin wise would be Mei-Run)
But I can tell you about her looks : her fit is inspired by loosely fitted chinese cheongsam
Who she is as a character i think is self evident if you read chinese as her universe will loosely based around that.
god gives her hardest battles to her cuntiest soldiers
(ID in alt text)
by the time canon rolls around mira's lovergirl goggles protect her from the worst of it. but zoey wearing crocs w socks still forces her to cycle thru every deep breathing exercise known to man
The ram's head is a star, and a part of the constellation of the ram. It signifies change, commonly seen on Mistria around the spring. Eiland finally meets the farmer that will work under his sister on the height of the ram's orbit. He has doubts, but all he sees is the personification of a hard-shelled caramelized strawberry.
Chapter 1: link
Author: me
Editor/beta reader: @kaitones
`Will one single person turn the wheels of fortune? There was no single instance in the archives of Mistria, or even the world for that matter, that one individual changed the annals of history. There may be a person who started the wheel, but without the help of others, change is hardly built, let alone made. Dear Adeline has tried her best to keep up with our parents’ demands – yet when her eyes had set to the future, my dearest sister failed to take account of the past. Now all that was left with that plot of land. My suggestion - about getting a new villager is a gamble, but no harm in hoping for a miracle, I’m sure. I hope.
It has been a couple of weeks since Adeline broke the announcement that we are accepting new residents to work on the farming estate south of town. There were some applications but, Adeline accepted the somewhat most desperate letter – at least in Nora’s point of view. She addressed herself as Flori, with no surnames, no family. Initial arguments were made between Nora and my sister about the legality of hiring someone with her history, but she seemed to have her legal papers – less a family certificate. A handful of experience with blue-collared and mercenary work means she will be able to keep up with work was his sister’s argument. However, Eiland knew that Adeline would choose someone with the most need of help as a tie breaker.
“Flori, I presume! Welcome, welcome, I’m Eiland, it’s wonderful to- “The young baron stopped behind his track and realized the woman opposing him. He could’ve sworn that with green clothing, she would’ve blended perfectly with the foliage. It didn’t help that she did not say a word. Her attention seemed diverted somewhere else, as if someone was calling her. The young lady’s distant emerald, green eyes stopped at a huge tree, trying to peer behind the tree. Was there something behind it? Or maybe someone? There were only the three of them – the baron, the farmer, and the trader, as well as his dear sister, inside the old cottage. Was it an insect? A bird? Or a gust of wind? Balor quickly patted the dazed adventurer to wake her up from her psychic slumber.
“You’re in good hands, Flori! I’m off…” Balor continued to talk as he walks away from the estate. Flori, finally snapped out of the hypnosis daze, but kept glancing back at a large tree behind her.
“It’s just a tree. Sorry, I’m just not used to the countryside.” She bowed as she began inspecting the whole estate. “It’s rundown, but nothing an elbow grease could fix.” She seemed content enough, but her eyes looked like a baker’s eyes looking at the oven while baking a souffle. The farming estate had seen better days, but it suffered from neglect over the years. With or without the impact of the earthquake, it will take more than elbow grease to even prepare a plot for a coop and a barn in this state. Probability aside, however, it is not the time to cast doubts for someone who has just risked everything to lend a hand. Maybe even, she’d be a friend to everyone.
“Nice, isn’t it? You’re right outside of town, great soil for farming, and look at this house! Four stout walls with a rich history!” Eiland tapped the cobbled stones, hoping to extort any calmness or reassurance from his social counterpart. Flori stared at the structure that is her new home, a pinnacle of architecture at one point of an era. Thick walls and veneered mass held its overhanging roofs, with two feet of stone and mortar. With a chimney to heat up during the colder months.
“How old is this house? I doubt there is still a living mason nearby?” Flori inspects the concrete blocks. “Seems like it’s from decades ago. Quaint.” The waning moon started to peep its head on the horizon, the sky darker every minute. It felt like hours since both were talking about the medieval construction and cottage foundations, the interior of the house should be finished by now. 'An adventurer who is familiar with history, now that is quite a miracle in itself.' Eiland thought and realized the sun finished its descent a while ago.
“Your living space should be done by now, let’s check things out.” Eiland gazed at the stars above for a moment, before he ushered Flori to the doorstep. Strange, he has rarely seen the constellation of the ram so clearly. It is common to be sighted in Mistria, but not in this level of splendor. The ram’s head shone through the night, submerging the town with all its glory. Eiland stopped for a moment, for the visibility of a star that bright meant the beginnings of the alignment events of past, present and future – at least, from stories of yore.
Eiland kept his gaze to the night’s sky, while his right hand began to open the new farmer’s abode. It was a peaceful night, and he let his indulgence swarm his mind. Little did he know, his eyes did not see the problem in the interiors of the house. While he trusted his sister a great deal when it came to delegating and managing, he didn’t realize that Adeline might fall short in finding out effective ways in executing them. Adeline stood pensively, her body language exuded her great ability to plan as her hands gesturing where to put up furnishings and small items.
Flori stared at the space that she will call home for some times. She cares less about the details of where the items should be put, or where the furnishings will be placed. She even thought that she would spend long-time unpacking, and yet, her new employer is currently thinking of all the minute details on ways to make her respite more comfortable. After considering the angles and mechanics, Adeline finally decided that the rug should be located near the bed. The last time Flori saw someone thinking that hard on her well-being was at her family home, one that was long gone. She had left those halls a decade ago, a conscious decision that she regretted.
It’s a nice feeling.
“There! Now onto this dining table, the rest of the cleaning and I’d be done just in time for the farmer to arrive!” It was a few hours since she started her endeavor in refurbishing the house. She had calculated a few possibilities on when her new co-worker might come.
Those thirty minutes that she calculated had just left the night sky minutes ago. Eiland stared and thought about ways to break the silence and announced the early arrival of the farmer. Despite all of the guard rails Flori set up around the perimeters of her heart, she could not help but let out a small chuckle to break the awkward encounter.
“I hope I didn’t come to early.”
Adeline glanced at the source of the raspy, and somewhat husky voice that fried and stopped her train of thought. Her gaze was now fixed on the figure right in front of her. Her expectations of time and space broke her motions, as she wallowed in feelings that she could not yet describe.
------------------------------------to be continued
I hope I didn't butcher the characterization of the characters qwq. I'm kinda scared doing these types of fanfictions.
