"Stickers!"
will they be real someday?

seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Germany
seen from Philippines

seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Argentina
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia

seen from Kyrgyzstan

seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Argentina
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
"Stickers!"
will they be real someday?
Deep Furnace
Blasting furnace, boiling lakes of fire. Falls of molten earth cascade down into burning pools far below, the red glow is enough to sear your face as you glance down into the depths. This is no Hell, Child. It is a home. A home for the lost and the forgotten, for those who fled. Who would live here? Is that what you ask? Who would live in this realm of shadow and fire? I shall tell you. Long ago there were those who fled from battle, from war, from hate. They left their homes and their families, left all that they knew, left all that they loved. But there was no where to go. All the world was engulfed in the clash of blade against blade, the screams of the injured, and the cruel laughter of the wicked and the mad. So they sought out a place where none would ever go, a place where they would never be found. A sea of lava where great leviathans with scaly flesh splash and play, chimneys of smoke and ash where fire sprites are born aside their cousins the Ashlings, great cracks that belch even more hellish temperatures from which the Neponada first came. Here there are crystal shards the size of mountains that rise from oceans of flame to strike hard at the cavernous ceiling above, crystal born in the heart of the world and tempered until they are unbreakable, their highest points reach so far up that they break into the lowest realms of the icy Winter Court. And deep deep beneath the flow of the magma lie greater things in deep sleep, things that shall not wake, that were not meant to wake. This is the world to which they fled. To live here they were forced to change, to transform even as their flesh and bones burned, as wings crumbled to cinders, as breath was filled with ash and smoke. But they survived.
So i had mentioned i would maybe trail these adopt things. As im progressing on one i realize why i prob dont do them...because i start building a story, their character etc and just end up wanting to keep these precious ashlings for myself ha. decisions decisions hmmmmmn.
WIP...
will be part of this print series (unreleased atm):
beaming the ashlings at u
Waut ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—
//got too much Ashlings and become a pancake
//sent the Ashlings army back to you with evil energy > : )
Old art #27: More Ashlings
These are probably my favourite illustrations for the first version of my big fantasy project I mentioned in another post, the one I have started again multiple times. These were drawn a long time ago, so they have a lot of technical details I would do differently, but compared to a lot of other stuff I drew back then, these are still pretty nice. They are actually from a really irrelevant scene that was there just for filler that I illustrated just because it would look good, and I ended up deleting the whole scene later, BUT that scene is also what inspired the music eating creatures of my debut novel, so all in all it turned out very useful for me. Basically, it's a scene where a character is possessed by a demon that needs music to survive, and it needs human bodies to hear it, so it's making this character dance in a bar. Another character figures this out, and joins in to encourage the demon to dance for so long that the other character, who isn't in a very good shape, faints, knocking the demon out as well, giving the others time to figure out how to get rid of it.
How very typical of me that you wouldn't be able to tell where the characters are from the pictures. Same applies to my first drafts of writing, so I pretty much always create major parts of the world only on the second round, and the world is what I keep refining until the last minutes. The floating heads syndrome is very strong with me.
Old art #7: Ashlings
This is a page depicting a character's return home, from a comic that was first a series of short stories, then two novels, then half a rewritten novel, then the comic which I drew for a little over one chapter before deciding I still wasn't satisfied with it, and currently I'm making my writing group beta read the old novels, and they love them so much... that I think it's going to be a series of novels again. It is one of my dearest projects, I love the characters on a level that is different from almost all of my other work. I'm not saying it's more, it's just different. They are something a little more unique to me in some way. It's just that back when I started it at 19 my writing skills were not at the level this project required, and because I had written thousands of pages of it and the contrast between my skill level at the beginning and end was so drastic it was particularly difficult to edit. But now, after a decade, I think I am actually finally able to handle a huge series cohesively. So, Ashlings will see the light of day yet.
I suppose it's best described as a fantasy adventure that focuses a lot on the ordinary lives of its not so ordinary protagonists. The epic plot is there too, but it's more of a side effect of the characters being who they are, and the core of the story is magic as an everyday feature, and a "fingerprint", what it has to say about individuals and the world alike. The focus characters are a healer, an alchemist and a mercenary at the brink of adulthood, who have prowess over perspective, and the middle-aged chief of their people, who has perspective over prowess.
It's my meditation on traditional fantasy tropes, and my dialogue with them.
Here's the young trio if you're curious.
just a question about your exo giveaway, is this open for just people in the us (or wherever you are) or are you shipping world wide?
ah i forgot about that! yes i’m shipping worldwide, it’d be a very very small giveaway if it was restricted to people in portugal