Ripley 🫐

@abundantshrine.bsky.social

he/they • 24 • tiefling enthusiast & allegedly an artist PFP: https://bsky.app/profile/kyaahri.bsky.social

We report: once a large, single cloud, we have watched the steam get carved out into fine lace. These new clouds are as much about the emptiness they are wrapped around as the steam itself. In time, the bits of clouds keep getting smaller until we cannot point them out anymore.

Digital painting of a bright blue sky half-filled with thin, curly wisps of clouds. They are mostly translucent, save for a few spots where they get denser.

Me, a wizard: Where hast my scrying orb gone? I cannot seem to find it anywhere in the tower... perhaps this is a cruel trick from my dark warlock rival! My Capricious and Gluttonous Familiar:

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I'm going to be using magma to host my Honeybear Art Club each week, so I was doodling around in it today and....after drawing a Claude and Byleth piece the other day...I may be re-entering my FE3H madlad brain again... > w >

Collection of portraits of (from top left to bottom right) : Claude, Byleth, Byleth-Sothis, Edelgard and Dimitri.

Starry Wolves 11x14 inches, colored pencils, acrylic This original will be available in the Anthrocon ‘26 art show. Letter size prints are available in my shop 🐺

An illustration of two wolves with spiky blue fur and white wings encircling each other on a background of glowing stars.

We report: the night comes kindly with a breeze, while the ground is still warm to the touch. There is a bit of humidity in the air. During the day, it made the heat more difficult to bear, but in the absence of the sun, we feel thankful for the slight chill it brings.

Digital painting of a nighttime scene: a dark, winding countryside path, with trees and a field to its sides, leading to a few dimly lit houses in the distance. The sky above is dark blue, filled with constellations.

We report: the clouds become ghostly presences as we are gone to the night. In the darkening of the sky, they slowly become invisible. We know there will come a moment when we only know them from the absence of the stars; only the void as a testimony of their existence.

Digital painting of a dusk sky, dark blue with a row of rising blue-grey clouds, barely catching the light as the night falls.