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Been dipping in and out of games to get some creative spark back, and ironically enough these doodles were a year ago😅😂😭 Whelp, here's to me steadily clearing out my drawing app one-by-one in 2025😔🫩🍵🍀✨

The Black "Moon"

"You're telling a second realm native that their island's black moon was beautiful last night."

"They tell you that there are no moons in the abyss."

In Memory Of Another Life

"Maybe in another life, I would have saved you, and we would have been happy. But you're gone—you have been for a long time now, and I only have myself to blame for you leaving me with just the memories of our time, and never you."

Concept & Portrait:

When I made more of my OC later on (I just have to fit her in the campaign's lore), she was supposed to be played in a public campaign with a friend's friends, though that didn't quite work out, and now I have a character that I'll be reworking into an open world story with my beloved friends instead =w=

Would have to shed the medieval fantasy themes; she's going into a post-apocalyptic world, after all

To one of my beloved friends, M.R.S.❣️

Now that I'm finally free from this semester, although I still have to take care of paperwork for the next semester (oh gods), I'll get to have time for the things I want to do—one of which is drawing, aHA

Many hopes and loves for my Belle-loved friend on this fine day =ヮ=

Q^Q

The irony in how I finished sketching and digitalizing HH Lucifer in a couple hours and a week, respectively, whereas it took me a month to get done with HH Emily for the art trade with my friend @lazycandice

Said friend is also the same person whom I dedicate these pieces to lmao (we met up in person for the first time and she asked me to draw that sketch of "the man, the myth, the legend" in her sketchpad =w=)

The way my friend just drags me into brainrot over several things and we haven't even gotten to that point of the lore in-game— /lh

Anyway, enjoy my brief burst of motivation to do a quick animatic among the throes of my busy schedule =w=

Characters featured: Pia – lady in a ponytail and fingerless gloves; the one who asks Civic – "lady" with decorated horns; the one who waits

Been roleplaying with my friend's OCs and this is one of them getting outfitted in the shop of my own OC =w=

It's that time of my life again, folks (a.k.a. my friend dragging me into a feast for thought that swings between a brainrot and a brainstorm) /aff /hj

I LOVE MY OC SO MUCH; LOOK AT HIM ENJOYING HIS TEASHSHBSHSHSHSJJSNZ /AFF /JOV

Top ten designs you wouldn't see me draw the exact same way again (and that's for the hair alone) /lh /hj

Me when I drew my OC once upon a time and then I never draw them again-

In a place as quiet as this garden, the silence was swept away by soft clicks like the waving of the clouds around the Starlight Desert.

The vet that had been hanging around there long enough to be regarded as a florist, instead of tending to the flowers like she usually does to pass the time, was found holding a rectangular object as she aimed the diamond-rimmed lens towards flowers and the like, and sometimes even the pavilion whilst she moved backwards carefully.

"What are you doing-?"

Wis blinked as she turned around on the heels of her boots, which resulted in her catching her own face staring back at her.

No, wait. That's her twin brother.

Watcher sighed as he crossed his arms, a soft smile playing on his expression at Wis's slightly startled face.

"Is that the camera from this Season?" He eyes the device in her hands, his pose now shifting to a more laid-back position. "I've been hearing about it from the archivists– and well, I guess just about from everyone around me."

"I don't doubt it." A chuckle from his twin sister makes him look back at her. "We have cubes that record memories of our selves, but this is the first we get to have something that allows us to capture others' singular moments in time."

"We only have our memories, and if we choose to, our stories to pass on about those who were around us once. And…" Her grip tightens lightly around the camera. "…even though we have verbal passings, the notes we've written, the illustrations we've drawn, and even memory cubes to store their memories, being able to take pictures is…"

"…is like being able to see them again and again…" As Watcher continued Wis's thoughts, both twins looked to the stars above them. "…and with pictures, it's like getting to introduce them to the people who are with you in the present, even when they're no longer around to make that possible."

"…yeah." Wis breathed in the cold air of the desert, her arms now wrapped around the camera as she pressed it against her chest as if it would subdue the ache in her core. "It's quite greedy, isn't it? To want to keep more of someone who couldn't be here…"

It has been nine Seasons since then, and there have been many things she wished she was able to save during that time.

A good memory, an achievement, a silly and foolish moment…a friend.

"I wanted to have all of their memories, hahaa…" It was such a strained laugh that perfectly matched with the tight smile Wis wore. As much as she didn't want to tear up right there, it was ironic that her makeup features blue raindrops below her eyes.

"They were so cute." Her chest moves heavily as she made a long, deep sigh just before she continued on. "I wished I could show you beyond my stories; how their curiosity would lead them to feel most often in awe, or at times lost and even afraid."

"Their first spirit, their first accessory, their first cape, and even the first time they met their guardian."

"The things that caught their eye and often caused them to let go of my hand, their favorite places to be, and the friends they made."

All of it.

"I wanted all of my memories of them to be something I can hold and show to you all." Wis smiled down at the camera in her hands. "It's a shame that this kind of option wasn't quite available back then."

Her twin watches her for a moment, letting the silence of the garden hover over them as the two of them listen to it…

Until Watcher stretched his arms up as he let out a "well", before crossing it behind his head. "Even when you can't take their pictures from back then, you can always take the pictures of those who are going to be here."

"It's a new Season, and there's going to be a bunch of moths streaming in. I know you've retired, but I'm sure the guides won't mind having a helping hand around."

Wis giggled at the suggestion.

"I'll have to pass, Watcher, and- shouldn't it be you who has to lend a helping hand?" She tilted her head at her twin, and playfully winked at him. "Sir Wasteland Watcher who has only guided a single moth?"

"Hey."

Seeing Watcher take a small bit of offense at her tease got another giggle out of her, and she turns back to the flowers she was aiming at.

"Hm, and besides…" The wistful florist raised up the camera to her eye level. "While I can't take the pictures of the moths I've had the short time to guide, there's also the ones who have been with me since a very long time ago, isn't there?"

"There's you, Ox Wiz, Blue…" Click. "…and, even though it hasn't been that long since I met them, there's also Kiri, Raisin, H.K., Maddie, and that little cutie who likes crabs and you–"

"Can't you just leave that part out-"

​​​​​​​Giggle.

"–so, even when I'm sad that the others would remain as just stars in the night sky for the rest to see whenever they look up, I'm happy you're all here so we could take all the pictures we want together."

"…"

"Me too."

"I'm happy we're all here, with all our friends to fly with us in this kingdom and those twinkling in the sky that watch over us."

So I was watching a friend play COTL's DLC and-

This was my immediate thought about how that shoe got lost /lh /hj

I've decided that I should keep the lineart to full pieces (or at least to ones that don't involve much coloring/shading/lighting), so the concepts are pretty much going to be just coloured shots of my sketchbook pages lmao

A lone, mysterious door stands on its hinges leading to nowhere. Or does it? You wouldn't know unless you turn the knob.

But when you do, remember to say your greetings to the White Lady keeping shop inside.

From left to right setting: afternoon, sunset, evening, midnight, and sunrise.

The Raven of the Wilting Forest 🍃

It was quiet, and calm. At long last, the twins have reunited under the last shard.

Caretaker!Aliya’s winter decorations! These might be my favorite so far :-) Xir antlers don’t grow leaves or flowers in winter, so she’s free to string up whatever crystalline baubles she likes on a silver chain.  And yes I am wearing a t-shirt in the snow. It was so cold. But the pictures are so cute that it was very much worth it :D

Nothing like OC art to briefly revive my blog

And now I shall, once more, retreat into the void for an undetermined amount of time 🛌💤

Best example of how much my art improved, aka continuing an art idea for my yet another fic that will never see the light of day-

Some pictures of Caretaker!Aliya’s fall antlers and outfit for OTGW season and Halloween!

I spent a lot of time on these autumn decorations! Trimming down leaves to match the shape of her summer foliage and attaching wires, then wrapping the antlers in copper wires, strings of orange beads, and hanging turtle-shaped bangles on a golden chain. I’m really happy with how this turned out as a whole :D I also made my own clasp for the cloak with earring hoops and a different gold chain. I hope to improve it one day (and also remember to take off the useless strings instead of ^ that ^ nonsense), but I like it now too and it certainly does the job. 

Of course you two have painted nails and gender 💅✨ /pos /aff

With campfires crackling and castles built atop the sand near the pier, it appears that summer has rolled around for the second time since the twins first fell a year ago.

It has been getting a little warm lately. A bit windy, too, but as it was still in the middle of the current Season, Watcher didn't think too much of the changes in the air. It was just the mountain beyond acting up as usual.

Oh, how wrong was he.

It was warm when he woke up very early in the night just before dawn broke through the mist of Hidden Forest, the air carrying a noticeable coziness to it that he couldn't help remembering the first time they stepped out of the night of the desert and into the sunlight.

Again, the wasteland's watcher didn't think much of it. It's not his first rodeo to be subject by the occasional longing for a time that he cannot return to, and so he alighted from his hammock and went about his lightless morning like any other day.

Then a knock on the door sounds from the ground floor, causing his gaze to tilt towards below.

"Come in!" He yells out, going back to grabbing his mask from his bedside atop his perch.

H.K. peeks through the crack of the door after nudging it open, the lights of their eyes pouring out of the 'smile' mask and moving upwards to their master.

"Good morning, Watcher!"

"Morning." The older skid clad in yellow drops down in his birdly glory, before staring at the mask his student currently wears.

"Feelin' confident today, huh?"

"You could say that!" H.K. chirped, now fully opening the door.

"The weather is quite nice today, after all!"

"It's still dark out, though." Watcher deadpans with a smile in his voice. "Dawn has yet to arrive."

"True!" Then it was H.K.'s turn to stare, having just realized what kind of fit Watcher is wearing.

"Shouldn't you take a vacation? You've been working your arms off since this season started."

"A vacation does sound nice," he mumbled, "but I can't. Kids have been losing a lot of winglight since the change, and as much as possible, I'd like to be of help as much as I can until everything gets settled down."

"I still think you should take a break."

The bird-masked skid stared back. "H.K."

"What?" H.K. puts their hands on their hips. "I don't think I've ever seen you completely chill back and relax, aside from when you saw that pretty cape and the occasional stop at the graveyard's bonfire. But even then you just shoot up the moment you hear someone getting krilled-"

"H.K."

"And!" The Performance moth crossed their arms with a stubborn huff. "You lost about ten winglights a couple weeks ago! During a shard cleanup! That's the first time I've seen you get hit, and you always been fast on your feet!"

"You need a vacation, Watcher. You can't keep this up." Their hands loosen from their hold around each other and fall limply at their sides. "You do know that, right?"

"You always seem to know a lot."

"..." He stares at the skid younger than him for a moment, lips pressed thinly in contemplation before he dragged out a long sigh. "Alright. I'll take a vacation."

"Yes!" H.K. pumped a fist up in cheer. "For while this Days event is on-going, yeah?"

Before he could even fly up and change into his new cape (now that he's not going to his post in the wasteland), Watcher froze.

"I heard from the others that this was called..." H.K. tapped the tips of their hand against their chin as they recalled. "..Summer? Isn't that around when you were born-?"

"Watcher?" H.K. tilts their head at the still figure of their master. "Are you-?"

"Yeah, I'm listening." He says with a flippant wave of his hand as he continued to his closet.

"Dear Megabird, it's been a year already??"

"Mhm!" H.K. chirps in affirmation, failing to notice the way Watcher covered up his shock under a disbelieving 'mask'. "Which is why I set up a little something for you near Grandma's Treehouse!"

"That explains the mask." Watcher remarks. "It wasn't about the weather; you were excited for what you prepared for my birthday-"

The wasteland's watcher placed the ornate bird mask on top of the closet, before turning to the Performance moth in his glowing, green cape.

"-is that it?"

"Ding ding ding!" H.K. flashed finger guns at Watcher as he dropped down for the second time since his student came by. "I also got cake! And tea! And buns! And-"

They were promptly shut up by Watcher pressing his whole hand on their face.

"Are you planning to stuff me like a crab before Feast or something?" The one year-old skid rose a brow, his facial expressions now bare for the world to see. "You sound like you prepared a lot."

H.K. held Watcher's hand on their face and brought it down. Their brightness glows even through their mask as they jokingly replied:

"Maybe."

Watcher chuckled while he picked up a familiar looking instrument near the door.

"Who taught you to be this cheeky?"

"Who else but you!"

Then the moth begins dragging him by his hand, and as he watched from behind while they took the lead, he is reminded of a time when he would be dragged around by his twin like this.

"Now let's go! It's rude to keep food waiting!"

The ground beneath them fades as they fly off, and for just a second, he looked back to the treehouse. He wistfully watched his- their- home grow distant the further away they went, and he couldn't help but wish that his twin was here to celebrate their first birthday together.

Some dudes from a WIP

Been vibing very much with this fit recently (another possible Sky OC? Perhaps)

Stabbed into the snow-covered earth was a sword- half of which has long been broken off, as its beautifully cold wielder shakingly relied on the jagged blade to keep themself upright, only to sit back on their calves in exhaustion.

NEXT 》

Now she sits there, on plush cushions beside a newfound friend, with whom she engages in warm and lighthearted banter.

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cropped some doodled babies out from the canvas

Huzzah!

"Playcare ATT. your Service!"

Close up shots below:

Hella proud of this one; it was a struggle fitting her name in there