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The commission sheet has been updated for 2026 -- featuring examples from the past year, including a commissioned piece as the main showcase. Reach out to me on Tumblr, Cara, NewGrounds, or even Discord if you're feeling like talking to me there. Payment is done through PayPal or CashApp.

Art examples and full card below...

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Guess what? We in Morrowind again!!

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It took me like three days to revise the first chapter of this story and I have 31 more to go.

I hate this process 🫩

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Cartoon Network early 2000s cafeteria

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I got 2 trans eene thingamajigs... (transish as adult and transish as tweens)

both of these designs are stacks better than my first eene girl designs so yea

Bringing this back

I am Sierra and Sierra is me 🙂‍↕️

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The dark side of Rose rise again with all her thorny grace. Blue is her color but I like this shade of purple too.

Someone finally complimented my nails 🤭

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Amalia from ibis. IDK why quality is such ass.

lol I still love this excerpt, sad as it is :')

Her companion in magic paused, appearing afraid. “Magnarbor is coming, Tryna.” Heat began to rise to the top of the wind mage’s face as she attempted to reason with the elderly wizard. “No one is coming,” Tryna assured, grabbing his hand. “Colm – I am here. You’re here. Everything is okay.” Everything was okay – or at least that was true from somebody’s point of view. In between the unannounced arrival of her vulnerable, yet always maverick mentor and her scramble to finish everything that she should have been studying over the last two days, Tryna could perhaps count on one hand the number of things that were okay right now. In any event, it seemed as though Tryna’s attempts at easing the wizard’s nerves were all for naught, as he could not seem to keep his staff still as he continued to cling onto it for support. “Colm,” she said again, her voice low. “Why don’t you sit here with me – okay?” The wizard did not immediately respond, but instead kept a steady, unblinking lock on her gaze. “Please?” she said. Still no direct response. Recently Tryna had discovered that Colm seemed to have forgotten certain critical events. Tryna swallowed hard. “Would you do it for Runar?” The mere act of speaking her father’s name made her stomach twist violently enough that she almost felt as if it were about to be yanked out through her esophagus. Colm blinked and the tip of his staff started to still. He stood, hunched over, for a minute yet, as if uncertain about what the wind mage had just said to him. “Yes,” he rasped before coughing. “For Runar. He is coming soon, isn’t he?” Tryna bit the inside of her cheek. “If I say yes, will you stay here with me?” Another hesitation – this one much shorter than the last few. “Yes.” “Then yes, he will be coming soon!” Tryna assured. “Now please come down. I need to do my work here while I still can.” Nodding, Colm lowered himself to the ground with some assistance from his former apprentice. “Do not work yourself to exhaustion, Runar.” Tryna frowned. “I’m Tryna.” He paused. “Oh. Oh, of course – you would not speak of yourself in third person.” “Correct,” Tryna said with a chuckle.

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I'm on vacation, and you know what that means??

The fantasy story I wrote almost three years ago is finally, FINALLY getting the proper revision that I've been hyping myself up for since I started even thinking about vacation. This has been such a long time coming that since the rough draft was completed, I have moved my best friend into my house, got a new job, left the old house so I could acquire a mortgage, started doing art on an iPad, and even redesigned the story's protagonist.

I have a mountain of notes ready from several proofreading sessions, as well as an almost 40-page story bible and planning documents that I originally intended to follow through with at the beginning of 2025. What started as a simple good-versus-evil plot for an RPG became an obsession for me to finally finish, and so here I am now.

There's a lot of stuff to clean up and a lot to add, so I'll leave with this excerpt from the opening scene of the story. Hope you love it!!

This was to be her fortieth time assisting with preparations for the Festival of the Firmament. For every year that passed, she’d find new people flooding in – oftentimes children who had either never attended the festival or were too young to remember what had happened during the last festival – so it was in her best interests, as well as the interests of the guild, to ensure that those with an ear ready would be able to learn about the tale of Mysthoros the Giver and how his betrayal by the anti-Drygenus led to the formation of the firmament. Such was a job for which she wished anyone else had volunteered. The timber elf huffed, staring back at the mirror in spite of the low light at this time of day. She had only the tips of the sun’s rays to illuminate her face as they peeked over the horizon and shone through the cavalcade of leaves that cast clusters of tiny shadows over Cronaderry – but even in the dimness of the early morning, Tryna’s lack of enthusiasm in this ancient myth could not have been more apparent. She stared into her own orange eyes in the mirror and recited the old texts: “‘As a show of our gratefulness for his sacrifice, we named our land Mysthora.’” A pause. “Wait – that isn’t how it goes.” Sighing, Tryna reached for the book at her beside and flipped through until she found the page she needed. She relied on her memory to fill in some of the gaps that were too difficult to read in the low light. “‘His sacrifice led to the formation of the firmament and the land and seas within,’” she went on, “‘And so, as the receivers of his gift, we named this land Mysthora – in honor of King Mysthoros the Giver.” Her memory more thoroughly refreshed, she closed the book and attempted to recite the text from memory – all the while remaining conscious of her expressions as she spoke. Try as she might, she couldn’t seem to shed this aura of boredom – as even the brightest of smiles did nothing to hide the obvious cynicism in her eyes. Once she managed to successfully quote the Legend of the Firmament word-for-word from memory, she sighed once more, drained as if she had recited the passage while casting an entrapment spell.

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