Art by Chris Falkenberg
Keni
Today's Document

Kaledo Art

PR's Tumblrdome
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

tannertan36
taylor price
One Nice Bug Per Day
Acquired Stardust

JBB: An Artblog!

Product Placement
$LAYYYTER
🪼
Claire Keane

ellievsbear

blake kathryn
h

⁂
YOU ARE THE REASON

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from Ukraine
seen from United States
seen from Finland
seen from Mexico
seen from United States

seen from Mexico
seen from Mexico
seen from United States
seen from Mexico
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from China
@mindfully-absent
Art by Chris Falkenberg
Art by sungmoo heo
Art by Ruan Zoe
Oil paintings by Tomas Honz
Art by sathish kumar
Environment Exploration: Monochrome by sathish kumar
Burdens: a Collection of Origin Stories - Dhevlyn Caemour (on Wattpad)
"Dhevlyn Raava Yllenwe Caemour! Dhevlyn! Oh, Dhevi..." her mother mewled, plaintively, pleadingly. As if using her full Aldmeri name would get Dhevi's attention now, at this moment, after 32 years with little success. She didn't live in a castle in Summerset; she lived on a ship, sailing the coastlines of Pyandonea with brigands and sailors, as it has always been. Much to her mother's chagrin, she refused to acknowledge that she was part Altmer at all. The high-elf heritage that she gained from her mother is as meaningless as the tiny puffs of white clouds in a relentlessly blue sky, void of significance and thoroughly ignored. As far as Dhevi was concerned, she was of the sea, a Maormer Pirate through and through. She had no use for the chauvinist pomp and circumstance of the Dominion, and the very idea that there was something in that other world which could lay claim to even a tiny piece of her personal history disgusted her...
Burdens: a Collection of Origin Stories - Saoirse Gaelock (on Wattpad)
“She was born in Bravil, a product of a drunken tryst between a barmaid and a count's guard. She rarely left the tavern in which her mother worked, and in-between frequent brawls with the urchins living in the adjacent alley (as she was marginally better-off and often had coin and other desirable trinkets) and sweeping duties, she taught herself to read from the books that the tavern patrons occasionally left behind. Her father sent money to her mother when he could, but that stopped abruptly when a skooma addict put a filthy knife between his ribs; he died from sepsis four days later. She never knew his name. To make ends meet, her mother picked up some odd jobs here and there, including quietly offering other forms of recreation to bar patrons....
A dream of the Abyss
I tried something out, and added some of my own little postcard-sized prints to my shop!
There's a lot, so I thought I'd show them in smaller sets here based on theme. These ones are inks based on the paintings of Caspar David Freidrich (1774-1840).
(All the paintings + a bit more of my personal experience below!)
Feelings come in waves; they always hit you, whether you expect it or not Prints | Ko-fi | Patreon
Cats by Kateryna Korol
Art by XI ZHANG
Good observation.
It’s happening. I’ve never romanced Astarion before, and Vesli just fits.
Just Drow Things
Oh my god, this photo mode. This is Vesli, the Seladrine Drow dark urge. I think she’s going to stick around.