"You seem like a hungry man. Is this place starving you?" September's guest artist is Toastyglow, with a relaxed Dracula

For my balloon 🎈 day, may I be so bold to ask for a little share so that my art reaches fellow fantasy and mythology lovers? 🫣✨

CW: Partial nudity, potentially disturbing imagery I recently picked up and read #Thrum by #MegSmitherman and enjoyed it so much I felt the need to do some fan art for it ♥️. I’d recommend it if you’re looking for a spicy thriller to read :). #darkart #digitalart #procreate #art #alien #artist

Do this to voice your outrage at Disney's unjust cancellation of Kimmel and other people's shows for simply practicing their free speech, ASAP.

I’m so grateful to live where I do 💖.

I just find everything feels a bit better when I watch this.

If you see this, QRP with your OC smiling! It’s always creepy grins with Ambrose XD #art #traditionalart #pen #paper #drawing #darkart #spooky #alchemist

QRP with something watery 🌊 #digitalart #procreate #drawing #art

Hollow Knight costume design

He tenderly cradled the back of her head in his hand & pulled her body against his, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, shaking. Despite his newfound strength, he couldn’t escape that feeling—weak in the dark. THE END, thank you all for reading! #dnd #comic #darkart

Sometimes we’re unsatisfied with a thing we made because when it only existed in our head, we saw all the things it could have been and when it’s done we know all the things that it isn’t, but we can’t see the way it expands into a million new things when someone else unpacks it in their head. 🖊️🦑

an illustration i've made for the "Dark Fairies" zine! 🦋

🖤💖🖤!!!! They are my barely-disguised-bloodborne-hunter character, a hunter of voidsent monsters that has FAR too much empathy for said voidsent. Monster hunter > monster kisser pipeline condensed into one self-destructive package.

He pulled away from her, the hand in her hair releasing its hold. Her head rolled slightly on his shoulder. Ira’s breath caught in his throat at the realization that she was gone. He’d known this would be the outcome, but hadn’t expected the pang that shook him now. #dnd #comic #darkart

Idora’s voice was weak, her lack of fight exposing her accelerating frailty. Ira continued despite his inner conflict and felt her gradually grow limp and heavy in his arms. Only a few moments passed before a final, fleeting breath left her lips. Feeling unnerved, Ira paused. #dnd #comic #darkart

Idora strained, but the strength she’d once had over Ira was surprisingly comparable to his own. His grip remained firm despite her squirming. “Please,” her eyes rolled slightly in her head. He couldn’t. He knew this is what he had to do, what he had ultimately chosen to do. #dnd #comic #darkart

He bit again, offset from the first to intensify the flow. A pained, choked cry fell again on deaf ears that only heard the flood of blood down his gullet. The burning in his throat slowly extinguished with each blissful swallow. The pain of the wounds in his arms & shoulders softened. #dnd #comic

He drew her head aside to further expose what he craved. She strained in response but he didn’t hear her. Lips pressed against her throat, he opened his mouth, fangs shifting into place. There was only a moment’s hesitation before they pierced her skin & blood began to drip into his maw. #dnd #comic

As above, so below #OC #OCsky

Ira pulled Idora close, feeling odd because she’d always demanded to be treated with respect for her & her space. His eyes fell to her neck, drawn by the deadened blood within. He drew away the collar of her shirt from the artery, tangling his other hand in her braid. #dnd #comic #darkart

Idora pulled away from Ira with a strength far beyond what he was able to control, even more so in his famished state. Seeing this, the bishop stepped up behind her, firmly pressing her toward him and quelling further defiance. Remorseful, Ira pulled her towards him again. #dnd #comic #darkart

Idora pleaded with Ira to reconsider what his words had implied, but Ira saw no other way forward that allowed him to pursue his ultimate goal—his true love of science and alchemy. #dnd #comic #darkart #procreate #drawing #art #artist

this iconic advertising copywriter named Kathy Hepinstall Parks died over the weekend and I wanted to share something from her website I thought Bluesky would like

The two shared a quiet, somber moment in the dark underbelly of the basilica. #dnd #comic #horror #procreate #drawing #digitalart #darkart #artist

Ira was struck by the weight of his matron’s tears. He confided in her how he’d always felt, one of the main reasons why he’d stayed loyal to her. A twisted kind of love. #dnd #comic #darkart #horror #digitalarr #drawing #procreate

💔 #dnd #comic #darkart #drawing #procreate #artist #art

Ira explained the immense impact Idora had had on him, his life, and his work. She’d given him the greatest gift—to pursue his alchemical research with nothing to hold him back. Idora only listened, unmoving. #dnd #comic #darkart #procreate #drawing

The bishop finally released Idora, throwing her forward and releasing her hair. She caught herself with her hands and stayed there, head hanging. He retreated slightly into the shadows to give them space. #dnd #comic #darkart #procreate #drawing

One by one, the angel tore the metal nails away from Ira and the wall with a strength unbefitting her appearance. Ira yelled and hissed through gritted teeth at the pain. The angel withdrew once they’d all been removed and Ira requested a moment with his matron. #dnd #comic #darkart #horror

Silently resigned, Ira asked to be released from the wall he was nailed to. The bishop nodded to the angel, who had been silently present to the side. She hovered forward, her stain glass wings now a cape flowing behind her, her eyes the only source of light. #dnd #comic #darkart #drawing

Ira recoiled at the bishop’s words and Idora thrashed against his grip. Like with many things, Ira tried to find a solution in his mind, a way to solve this problem with both of them alive, but the pain of the stakes in his skin and his thirst clouded his usually sharp mind. #dnd #comic #darkart

There was a heavy silence in the air as the bishop considered, but ultimately he didn’t heed Ira’s pleas. He’d made Ira’s options clear. #dnd #comic #darkart #procreate #drawing

i love you beginner artists. i love you even if you're trying to learn art in your 60s. sharing your art can be scary if you are new to art and learning, but don't ever let mean people stop you. your art is important and beautiful because it's yours. keep creating, now more than ever.

I’ve turned 35 today! The best present for an artist is their art reposted, and I’d be grateful for that too ) especially since I’m currently open for new opportunities :3

Ira tried to get the bishop to see Idora’s pivotal role in his alchemical pursuits and begged for her to be spared. #dnd #comic #darkart #drawing #procraate #digitalart

The bishop brought Idora before Ambrose and asked him what he wanted. He offered him an ultimatum—to drink the blood of his matron and be freed of her dominance, or to give his own life in the name of justice the bishop so horribly wanted served. #dnd #comic #darkart #drawing #digitalart

Idora struggled to find the words to defend herself against the bishop’s verbal onslaught. She tried to get him to see the value in her discovery of Ira and his work, but he accused her of taking credit for it. He demanded the guards bring her close, and she resisted. #dnd #comic #darkart

Hesitating, Idora explained Ambrose’s value as an alchemist, brewing concoctions & finding solutions to help conceal vampire-kind. She begged for his freedom. He’d never heard her beg for anything. Hearing this, the bishop turned on her, asking what value she brought to their species. #dnd #comic

TW: partial nudity, blood An indiscernible amount of time passed before Ira woke to hear the voice of his matron, who argued with the bishop on behalf of his innocence. It had been discovered his constabulary companions released the demon, so by proxy the bishop held him responsible. #dnd #comic

Recognizing the coinciding time of Ira’s arrival with the release of the devil in the Crown Quarter, the bishop wanted him questioned. With a lick of the cheek he could tell Ira belonged to the vampire clan headed by Idora Morrissey & would be calling her in to aide in his questioning. #dnd #comic

make art! if it's the end of the world, you might as well make art! if it's not the end of the world, then the future will be better because people made art right now!

TW:blood/gore While Ambrose was being held in the inner sanctum of the church, the bishop who had been tossed across the Crown Quarter by Tal, reappeared. He’d been torn up by the encounter but somehow, miraculously, survived. He asked who had released the demon, but no one present knew. #dnd #comic

Darlene was escorted to a cell in a different part of the church while Ira was taken deep within, to a place where murals of centuries old wars adorned the walls. His captor threatened him with the blaze of sunlight in her wings & a haunting eye of gold & black marble peered into him. #dnd #comic

So we all know its bad to doomscroll, but I got that scrolling disease, so instead of looking at it like "oh no, so many bad things" I've started thinking about it like "wow, so many people who care" it kinda helps, just reframing it like that.

Though the campaign ended, the story wasn’t over. The GM & I collaborated on an epilogue telling a bit more what happened to Ira & Darlene inside the church—not knowing was eating me alive 😂. Once inside the basilica, the bishop recognized a scent on Ira, one that might spell his doom. #dnd #comic

The angel snatched Ambrose & Darlene up in her inescapable grip & Ambrose protested their capture, but the angel wouldn’t be convinced to release them. She drew them back into the church, & the campaign drew to a close as the doors of the church latched behind them. #dnd #comic

See a vampire, post a vampire ♥️. #vampire #alchemist #doctor #ambrose #darkart

Darlene & Ambrose were nearly trapped in the bowels of the Basilica where they shockingly found a clan of vampires apart from Ambrose’s own—ones devout to the church like wolves in sheep’s clothing. They scraped tooth & nail to escape but were halted by an angel with stained glass wings. #dnd #comic