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Self-portrait. My identity used against me. Not my fault.
Meet Sol (The Sun)! ☀️
He’s not the main character of my story, but by the time I finished the second drawing, I fell completely in love with him...
«The Sun. Carved light that burns away the emptiness behind the Silent God's curtains. No human flesh — only a mass of white plasma held in the tight grip of a golden framework. His bonfire-like hair moves against gravity, and from a single lock, he crafts a spear that never misses its mark.»
While writing a lore article, I realized I desperately needed more drawings of the Sun itself (Kir/Sol). So, I'm replenishing the stash now!I also remembered a fun fact: the Sun makes a 100-decibel noise. If the sound could travel through space, the star's nuclear tolling would scream as loud as a rock concert. My character is pulsating white flesh encased in cracked armor, with solar flares electrified as hair 🔊🎶☀️
The Bread Witch ✨
One of my OC with a passion for baking magic
Mina: Light and dark sides of her nature 🌕✨🌑
In her Light Phase, she bathes in sunbeams, feeding on her sons' energy during the "Radiance" festival. They perish just to maintain her motherly glow.
The Dark Phase reveals her true form, which she carefully hides from prying eyes. Here, the shackles of her nature break as she enters open conflict with her son, Aster. He fights for independence; she fights for the last shard of light within him, exposing an infinite hunger for warmth.
P.S. I’ll reveal more of Mina’s "features" in future drawings. Stay tuned!
I call it the "Snail Cycle" 🐌🌀
I pave the way with tears. Last year was the worst episode of this condition. Now I feel much better!
“Look, a witch’s nest!” my mom cried out, tugging at my sleeve.
My younger, naive self looked up, searching for a sorceress’s home. Instead, I saw a tangled knot of birch branches, twisted into a bizarre pattern. Back then, I seriously imagined a woman who had woven her shelter high up in the clouds.
This year, I’ve been having these frequent flashbacks that explain where my imagery comes from. I think I’ve finally found the origin of my “bird-maidens.” Those girls with slightly hooked noses, wide eyes, and stylish clothes—independent and always keeping their own counsel.
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Coat of Arms of the House of Lunara:
«Struggle, Valor, and Magic»
My favorite battle unicorns, the object of my chronic pain — crowned teeth, and floral motifs!
Coat of Arms of the House of Lunara:
«Struggle, Valor, and Magic»
My favorite battle unicorns, the object of my chronic pain — crowned teeth, and floral motifs!
After every defeat, Aster notices his father's "mutation" in himself. He risks breaking apart completely, but his thirst for freedom is stronger than total destruction ✨⚔️
In 2023, they were just words in a notebook, but today Aster finally takes shape — scars and all.
Sharing a bit of the lore: This is Aster during the dark phase of the Moon. It is in these moments of silence that he chooses to rebel against his mother, Mina. His journey: Struggle -> Defeat -> Restoration.
He was badly wounded in one of the battles — a strike to the left eye was the price for his first step toward freedom — but he refuses to give up. Aster hopes to break the cycle of rebirth and stop being a mere 'function' of the Moon.
While my previous drawings of him in a skirt were about service and royal duties, this is his moment of truth. The light of a blade against the eternal shadow.
I wonder about that too, Aster…
I can’t explain the reasons behind my stories or characters. It’s a game of curiosity mixed with a piece of my soul that insists on being heard. This story just needs to be told!
self-portrait №8
Braces should definitely be a medieval torture device. My teeth itch, and my mouth feels like a trap, trapped by rubber bands, buttons, and screws. What kind of perversion is this? Plus, I can feel and hear my teeth moving...
«The Office» s04ep08 🖇️❤️
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things she said
This is not enough (Я сошла с ума)
This is not enough
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Eat breakfast yourself, share lunch with a friend, and give dinner to your enemy 🥄👅💞