Lil-mage-99 - Limbo Simulator

"Why? Why do you care?"

Redrawing this. It was the second ever Stormlight scene I drew, from one listening on the audiobook, and I didn't much like it even before I got the kindle version and realised how far off my depiction was. So now, have a sufficiently wet and miserable Kaladin. And a very cute Syl.

Early Morning Depression & Self Hatred & Blasting the Mountain Goats Real Loud Until I Can't Feel Anything Any More

I am the Vampire Lestat. I'm immortal. More or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire, these things might destroy me. But then again, they might not.

What the actual fuck is up with all the conservative advertisements on Tumblr?

No other social media has ever shown me ads that were further than what I want or even expect to see on my feeds.

I don't give a FUCK about maga hats or tailgate festival. Like where am I? Do they know who uses this platform?

It's an important day... Neil has been banging out those tunes for 19 years now! Updated version of this as prints available here under Home Goods > Wall Art!

A bad day is just a bad day ☀️

Born of fire, never been

Black clouds of smoke hung heavy in the sky and smothered the last light of day. The earth still glowed from the fury of battle, ash danced through the air like shadows of the past.

She stood alone. No crown, no cloak - only the scars of war on her skin.

She had won. All enemies had fallen, every threat had been extinguished.

But the cost was unspeakable. Even her own people had been swept away by the violence that had been unleashed - lost in a storm that she herself had ignited.

The island was hers - but what was once alive now lay in ashes. No rejoicing, no shouting, no life. Just scorched earth and a painful silence.

And in this silence she stood - victor of a war she had paid too dearly for.

She felt the wind on her skin, tasted the dust in the air, felt the weight of her guilt - alive, deep, human.

But above her, strange apparitions flickered in the sky - pixelated, erratic, artificial. She did not see them.

She didn't realise that she was just a game character, created in a virtual world. A simulation of life, characterised by pain and triumph.

For her, everything was real. And maybe… it was. ---------------------- Done in Illustrator and Photoshop

Cover illustration and design for Sheridan Le Fanu's Carmilla (2023)

Look at my family dawg i’m going to mental institute