“She Feels Angry All The Time, Because Of What They Did To Her. She’s So Angry She Doesn’t Know

Oh ho ho, as soon as I find the energy and motivation to hyperfixate on my hobbies again it’s all over for you fucks

Redraw of a double page spread I did in my sketchbook.

Meet Djalu/Neferatemu of the Tirratzlikhan and his little desert adder familiar! A Dnd character in a growing list of characters I hope to play one day.

I had a lot of fun thinking about the culture of the Tirraztlikhan, a desert village supposedly blessed with immunity from a particularly mischevious and often malevolent God. Specifically the naming conventions, as each person usually has at least three.

The first name is received upon birth, and is endowed by the druid/wiseperson. Djalu's childhood name was Neha, a name that is continually used throughout adulthood to refer exclusively to the person as a child.

During childhood, he picked up the personal family name of Xhochi, something name that functions a bit more like a nickname exclusively for close family and loved ones throughout his lifetime. You have to know him really, really well to be able to use this name.

At his coming of age ceremony though, Neha got to choose a new name for himself, and settled on Djalu. A name generally used informally between casual acquaintances and friends.

In becoming a druid though, Djalu was also gifted a formal druid name: Neferatemu, which he pretty much only uses in formal contexts or when he's throwing his weight around as a druid.

And of course, finally, there is his spirit name. A name only known by Djalu and higher powers, and used exclusively by the Gods in addressing Djalu during communion or ceremonies.

Why is this my life?

First: once you know something’s name you have power over it. This is an old, old rule. Be careful giving out your name, because if it can be given it can be taken, and you along with it.

Second: the fae love beautiful things, and they will steal what they love. Sometimes it is to keep the object of their affection pristine and unaging, unravaged by time; sometimes it is just for the sake of having it. (They don’t love in the same way we do.)

Third: a changeling is a replica created to hide a theft. Sometimes it is a fae creature fully alive and wearing a stolen face. Sometimes it is simply a bundle of branches wrapped in magic, meant to die a wasting death and leave mourners who never suspect the truth.

Last: our city was beautiful. It was known far and wide, and because of that had names spoken in many different tongues. But it was not so hard to gather them all, in the end.

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I stare at my one note page for my mha fic longingly, I turn to the gods of hyperfixation and plead and pray for aid in finishing this one chapter. It has been sitting in this page, 80% finished, only the ending to go for over a year now. It has been edited and rewritten to perfection, but the ending fizzles out and dies before I can write it.

“Just do it,” I tell myself, “just sit yourself down and write something, anything, it can’t hurt.”

So I do, for several days, often for hours at a time, skipping meals and procrastinating going to the bathroom until my bowels are fit to burst, getting lost in my fixation to write and finish what I started. There are people who have been waiting patiently, people an update might mean the world to who are counting on me.

After a few months of this, scattered across what few days I could spare I sit back and take in what I’ve done.

“You did it,” my beta reader says, joy picking up an edge in their voice, “you finally did it,”

“Yes,” I say, “I have planned out 3 seperate au’s for 2 different horror podcasts I listen to, made a playlist for one of them, and written 1,000 words each on two seperate voltron whump fics!”

There’s a moment I take in what I say…

Then my forehead meets the table Infront of my laptop, and I curse out the gods that be.

redraw of a few assorted Malevlent Doodles I found luking ominously in the margins of my notebooks

Heh... wouldn't it be fun to draw some slightly more detailed fanart for Keiko and-- oH gOD! OH FUCK!

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Trying out some new ClipStudio pens and techniques I found online, so here's a little doodle redraw of my favourite cursed wizard and his dragon boyfriend

You’re married to your phone background/lockscreen how fucked are you

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