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So I've gone on a bit of a doodle rampage this week.
I've had this ridiculously long list of personal drawings I wanted to do but I either put them off until I end up with more comms or I add more stuff to do xD

So I worked on my headshots section since it's partially used for my Toyhou.se but also putting to paper some designs I've had in my head for years and have described thoroughly in writing but never had the chance to fully visualize.


From Right -> Left and Top V Bottom

Animela Morphing Stone & No stone version

Haps (Harper) - Quite the tomboy but a bit of a hothead at times, she acts as the de-facto mom of her friend group. She seems to know most of the group better than they know themselves sometimes. If the world had D&D classes she would be a Monk. She works in the Mercenary Guild because her parents originally did.

Keris - She's written mostly as a femme fatale. She's generally bored with everything or tired in general. She ends up being the only one of the group to retire from mercenary work purposefully after reaching a monetary goal in mind. She doesn't really say much but when she does it's very direct and quick to the point. She is a very skilled assassin and a master of poisons but doesn't really enjoy her work.

Tysiga Preferred Form & "Corrupted" Form
Tysiga prefers to hide his demonic traits. He sometimes ends up like this when his magic isn't working. He's not part of the original group Ani worked with in the Bounty League, I just felt like drawing him.

Claude Claude is written as the gentle giant trope. He's a bit of a jokester and loves a good laugh but being the oldest of the group, tends to pick up on subtext quicker than the rest, esp when dealing with Haps. He's a Axe Dual wielder and isn't really in it for the money. He just loves the adrenaline rush he gets hunting bounties and specializes in Monster Hunting.

Ross Ross is sort of the cranky one of the group. He tends to set a more serious tone but doesn't talk much except in some circumstances. He often to come into confliction with Xenith due to his high energy. He has a good heart, he just deals with a lot of anxiety problems when it comes to people. He's a weapons specialist. If the world had D&D classes he'd be like a Rogue with a couple levels set into Artificer.

Maxwell - He's the Guild Master, secretly has demonic heritage. He has to keep his hair pulled back because his natural lightening magic tends to make his hair fly all over the place. When he purposely activates his magic, his hair usually comes forcibly loose and the electricity becomes prominent.
He's the main Antagonist for the first 3 arcs as he's the one who originally blackmailed Ani into working for him. He's very much a business man and really only cares about money. Ani isn't the only hybrid he's blackmailed into working for him but she has certainly lasted the longest.
Rouxin doesn't really like him due to his lack of respect in general an Ani's relationship with him is a bit more physical than she'd like it to be. His blackmailed hiring contract usually includes a clause for a 'punishment' session for disobeying orders instead of being fired.

Mentioned but not drawn - Rouxin & Xenith. I'll draw them again after I finish this batch.

finished those headshots


Did a fullybody of this character
Labraeys Corriset is an Archfey Kitsune who serves as the Plot B Big Bad for my D&D game.
She basically causes Chaos whenever the chance comes up and has a lot of resources to work with due to being a very active patron.
She has a sort of string of wisps she carries with her that just floats around unless she wants them to do something.



I think I was right to postpone reopening the art shop. Work just picked up because events. One of the places I work for as an Artist needs a lot of Christmas art done. The goal is to be done by Nov 29th but honestly at my current pace it'll likely be met before Thanksgiving. Sooner's always better.

I reduced my Commission flow offsite as well by only restricting to gifts so for now I can focus on getting my person lists done in between real work.

Up ahead, a mostly full moon filtered a pale light through an uncovered window. The light fell upon a figure with white hair, who sat upon the only unbroken armchair currently starring out at the slowly appearing stars. A book was left to the ground at his right, worn and well-used.

Animela hesitated, remembering where she was, recognizing the figure, who, sitting under the light of the moon and wings inexplicably missing, seemed much smaller. When the larger movement of putting an arm to the ground was made, she saw an ear twitch, attention caught by his peripherals. He only moved slightly, glancing for a moment before looking back out the window.

"I don't understand what you're doing." The baritone voice rang out after a few moments, the first sound made within the tower since she had awoken. It was a statement, yet also a question. The girl focused her eyes on the floor, tracing the pattern within the stone with a finger as she replied. "I don't really know anymore either."

"It's confusing." He continued, focusing his sight back in the girl's direction. "The only reason why anyone has ever come here is to clash blades." It was a small gesture with little movement, but he seemed to indicate to move, seeming to prefer her not on the ground. She stood, following instruction, grateful to remove her behind from the hard surface that had numbed it.

Despite the dark, the icy stare of the eye was clear, partially glowing in its turn away from the light. "So why?"

"Why..."

"Why did you come?"

Sometimes we dream in ways that tell us what we're thinking about subconsciously. Although it's up to interpretation what is actually wanted, sometimes it can be quite clear.

I haven't really had any dreams in quite some time that I could remember on waking.

Last Night's dream is barely remembered but I do remember one part, even if I don't remember the rest.

While it's not that significant, my main hobby is story writing. It's been an obsession for 15 years now that worked as an effective escape for my teenage years when I couldn't control anything in my life and when I was isolated on multiple occasions.
It's also my job, technically, as I write quests and story details/scenes for a RPG game company.

I also love seeing discussion for other people's stories because I like how excited people get when talking about something they've put a lot of thought into. It honestly makes me feel more human when I'm just able to sit and listen to others doing their own thing because I can't really easily discuss my own and even when I can, it's not exactly discussion... just me shouting into the void of my own discord server.

But a while back, I had a few friendsno one from here that were rambling about their story stuff, where it turned into discussions back and forth. I got so excited prompting them for more and they got so excited being prompted that it turned into flooding the discord we were on =w=;;
I was pretty sure I was part of the discussion when we suggested making a thread or another server/group chat so we could talk about story stuff without flooding that chat or feeling back about flooding it.

After a while I realized the rambling had stopped entirely except for the random excerpts I felt like sharing... Though that was uncomfortable because of the previous discussion we had had. ...But then found out later that they made one without me, yet included others from our friendgroup that I didn't see in the original discussions at all.
I tried to ask to join but was told no because it had to be a group decision... But I guess there wasn't a point to a group discussion because they never got back to me on that either.

I ended up having a dream last night where they finally did talk about it and let me in but...

I guess it just reminded me of how hurt I felt. Because it's one thing to be accidentally left out of an activity I had been actively participating in... it was another to be purposely left out by an entire group of friends who knew story stuff one of my big fixations.
I don't get to have discussions or helpful contributive thoughts for my book stuff... I'm stuck alone rambling to myself or sneaking in details when similar concepts get brought up by strangers. I don't get to watch others happy talk about their stories either anymore...

I just... It hurts, I thought they were my friends.

It doesn't help that I've been dealing with a strong wave of depression since the holidays started.

While I'm past the worst of the wave now thinking about this again still hits pretty hard. I already know the feeling of being unwanted but having it shoved in my face like that really stung.

Also have a random doodle of a young character being chased by the village ravens.

Redraw of this old piece


In a tower far away, the hunters became prey.
But freedom's never free, for Civs and their price to pay.
But then one day, Master came down and promised she'd be free.
"Just kill the beast and bring the proof, I'll erase your bounty."

Tried and tried to find a way, but in the end she failed...
Turns out the girl had decided, to befriend the aviel.
They faked his death to free them both but she was still betrayed...
To this day the bounty remains and a bad day to try claim.

His bounty too was back on track, the situation grim,
When he was weak and they got split, could not keep track of him.
The hunters numbers grew and grew and blades she held they slew and slew.
But still their numbers overwhelmed and magic became their downfall...

He... was already gone. She'd already know.
Hands could heal, mana to spare... but still, there was... no soul.

The hunters gone, the hunt was on, she refused again to fail!
Return to her the wings and sword stolen from the aviel!
She traveled far to find them all, and slain the civs have been.
Returned to village with it all, to bring it back to him.