I Think This Is One Of My First Digital Art Original Pieces That Is Completed, And I Mean Original As

I love writing fantasy. What I love so much about the genre is that there are no limits, no rules. Anything is valid. Everything is permitted.

I get to remake the world however I see fit.

I have no idea how this came to be, but it’s national treasure now. Gimme gimme more. Now.

Take Your Kid to Work Day (with Dream's decidedly more alarming version of an artist rendering their kid's drawing)

JENNA IS OUR VOICE SAY IT LOUDER

I HAD THE SAME THOUGHT AND REALIZATION

He’s wearing eyeliner, oh my god?

Portrait I made for my social media. I actually really like how it came out. DO NOt TRACE, COPY or otherwise steal credit for this work.

Finally got around to making a video after a looooooooong time

I’ve been writing a little every day, before I fall asleep. It’s when the ideas seem to be clearest.

Finally, today I felt like my first chapters are going in the right direction. The scene is being set. Connections are being made.

I hope the foundation is enough to make readers cry with what comes afterward.

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Initiation (Age of War 1) - The Old Country

Read The Old Country from the story Initiation (Age of War 1) by PikachuGeeky (Nia) with 54 reads. fantasyfiction, dra...

I just updated my fantasy novel! (Still working on editing the 1 part cuz I’m not very convinced. Will probably edit this newest one more too)

All for you

“Anything else to add my love, Countess ruler of my undead heart?”

“I shared the life of me so you may live. You are the best gift the world has ever given me. You will not die today, Eddie the Banished. Because if you did, I’d raze this place to the ground and myself down with it.”

[Excerpt from my thought library, where I spend most of the time writing an Eddie fic with a nonsense setting and simping for my bambi freak.]

A little thought

Time cuts short whatever reverie I chase, every moment’s rest. Swamped by personal ambitions, the strain of a new semester’s pressures and expectations, and a soon coming trip to Japan, I find myself scrambling for something firm to hold on to.

Not because I’m feeling sadness or agony or overwhelming stress. Well, I am stressed. But what floods me is excitement in the uncertainty for the future and my hopes for it. It stresses me out, of course, makes me anxious.

However, I’m excited to discover what the world may have yet in store for me. At this point in my life, I believe the wicked hand fate dealt me is already over, and we’re now playing a new game. No more horrible events in my life will come to pass, I know. All the strife and grief and sorrow I went through is already over.

Now I’m supposed to heal and look for new paths into the future. Decide which I will take. Whether that is the path to Europe or Asia for my future studies; will I go study in Norway or Japan? And if so, will I study the same thing I do now, or something different?

I worry about my worth and skills to survive in the workforce in a crumbling society where there’s barely any difference between middle and lower class anymore. Where everywhere you go you see divides with no bridges.

Hm. Uncertain but excited. Perhaps for the first time looking forward to an uncertain, unknown future. Isn’t that fascinating?