Myr

@myrdraws.bsky.social

Art, Immersive Experiences, Puzzles. No AI. https://myrthical.com/ https://myriambloom.com/

Ah, yes. The age old tradition of staying up WAY TOO LATE preparing a boss fight for your players. Why did I choose to homebrew all this?

One of the sad things about having done a huge purge of stuff in order to do a big move is that now I don't have these old things to use as materials to make new things. No old sweaters or shirts or socks to cut up or anything :( All the supplies I took for granted!

Been working on this as part of my Levelling The Playing Field program for a while, as part of a mission of creating fairer access to knowledge. Eight 101 video courses for independent game dev, €40 each, available soon. Sign up for the launch announcement & newsletter at courses.ramiismail.com

Sonyon, Saint of inventors, technicians, and artificers. That you pray to for a flash of something extraordinary to change the world. That your invention will work and not kill you in the process. That no one uses what you've made for terrible things. #myart #dnd #d&d

A digital illustration of the stained glass shrine to the fictional patron saint of techs, inventors and artificers, Sonyon, from my D&D campaign. Set into cracked red stone, the arched window shows a man with a mechanical prosthetic leg stepping up, holding a large wrench aloft. It’s both triumphant and feels like a prayer. His head is haloed by the green rays of the lighthouse his legend says he built. With his other hand, he pulls his chest open, revealing a series of gears. Behind him are circles depicting mechanical blueprint drawings. In the back are the buildings a desert city in front of a red wall and purple mountains. Below the window in the stone the word “Sonyon” is carved in a fictional language.

Sonyon, Saint of inventors, technicians, and artificers. That you pray to for a flash of something extraordinary to change the world. That your invention will work and not kill you in the process. That no one uses what you've made for terrible things. #myart #dnd #d&d

A digital illustration of the stained glass shrine to the fictional patron saint of techs, inventors and artificers, Sonyon, from my D&D campaign. Set into cracked red stone, the arched window shows a man with a mechanical prosthetic leg stepping up, holding a large wrench aloft. It’s both triumphant and feels like a prayer. His head is haloed by the green rays of the lighthouse his legend says he built. With his other hand, he pulls his chest open, revealing a series of gears. Behind him are circles depicting mechanical blueprint drawings. In the back are the buildings a desert city in front of a red wall and purple mountains. Below the window in the stone the word “Sonyon” is carved in a fictional language.

I have a sketchbook where I paint one fanart per piece of media I really enjoyed - sort of cataloguing things I liked over the years. Here's my recent page for Outer Wilds 🌟

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My computer died and I had to rebuild everything manually from backups and I lost my favorite watercolor brushes in photoshop. Excuse me while I mourn their loss for the next forever

The Porcelain Saint, Saint of the grieving; known by the porcelain cameo of a young woman left there by those who originally mourned her. She has become associated with cleanness - the stains will come out, the contagion won’t spread, the wound won’t go bad, the air will be sweet. #myart #d&d

A digital illustration of the shrine to the fictional patron saint of the grieving and those who have lost, the Porcelain Saint, from my D&D campaign. The shrine is a stained glass window set into cracked, red stone. The arched window shows a four-armed figure in robes and cloak, kneeling in grief. With two arms they cover their face as they weep, unable to face the world, while the third arm pours water from a terracotta pitcher into the cupped hand of the fourth arm. The water overflows the cupped palm and spills down to pool on the ground in front of her. Her skin, where visible, is porcelain white with delicate blue vinework spreading on it. Above her, is a cameo of a woman's face haloed by green rays of light. Behind her are the buildings a desert city in front of a red wall and purple mountains. Below the window in the stone the words "The Porcelain Saint" are carved in a fictional language.

The Porcelain Saint, Saint of the grieving; known by the porcelain cameo of a young woman left there by those who originally mourned her. She has become associated with cleanness - the stains will come out, the contagion won’t spread, the wound won’t go bad, the air will be sweet. #myart #d&d

A digital illustration of the shrine to the fictional patron saint of the grieving and those who have lost, the Porcelain Saint, from my D&D campaign. The shrine is a stained glass window set into cracked, red stone. The arched window shows a four-armed figure in robes and cloak, kneeling in grief. With two arms they cover their face as they weep, unable to face the world, while the third arm pours water from a terracotta pitcher into the cupped hand of the fourth arm. The water overflows the cupped palm and spills down to pool on the ground in front of her. Her skin, where visible, is porcelain white with delicate blue vinework spreading on it. Above her, is a cameo of a woman's face haloed by green rays of light. Behind her are the buildings a desert city in front of a red wall and purple mountains. Below the window in the stone the words "The Porcelain Saint" are carved in a fictional language.

I may have missed Bsky being down, but I did wake up to Bsky having decided that every notification I've ever gotten was new and I'd never looked at it before. So there's that.

D&D's so fun, y'all. Fun enough I end up drawing a stained glass window representing the fictional saint of journalists and dangerous truths who's honored in one of the cities in our campaign. . . .I totally didn't create another new alphabet just to make newspaper sheets for it. Not at all >.>

A digital illustration of the shrine to the fictional saint of journalists and dangerous truths, the Muckraker, from my D&D campaign. It is a stained glass window set into cracked red stone. The arched window shows a purpley-dark skinned woman looking up and swallowing a sword. One hand reaches up and gently holds the blade of the sword while her other hand touches her throat like you would if you found you couldn't speak. Her fingers and the cuffs of her sleeves are inkstained black. Impaled on the blade of the sword above her are two newspaper sheets, the same sheets can be seen in the stained glass behind her. They show headlines written in a fictional language telling the Muckraker's story of revealing dangerous truths and how it cost her her life. The sword is framed by a halo of green rays of light while the background of the window shows a desert city in front of a red wall, and purple mountains. Below the window in the stone the word "Muckraker" is carved in the same language.

D&D's so fun, y'all. Fun enough I end up drawing a stained glass window representing the fictional saint of journalists and dangerous truths who's honored in one of the cities in our campaign. . . .I totally didn't create another new alphabet just to make newspaper sheets for it. Not at all >.>

A digital illustration of the shrine to the fictional saint of journalists and dangerous truths, the Muckraker, from my D&D campaign. It is a stained glass window set into cracked red stone. The arched window shows a purpley-dark skinned woman looking up and swallowing a sword. One hand reaches up and gently holds the blade of the sword while her other hand touches her throat like you would if you found you couldn't speak. Her fingers and the cuffs of her sleeves are inkstained black. Impaled on the blade of the sword above her are two newspaper sheets, the same sheets can be seen in the stained glass behind her. They show headlines written in a fictional language telling the Muckraker's story of revealing dangerous truths and how it cost her her life. The sword is framed by a halo of green rays of light while the background of the window shows a desert city in front of a red wall, and purple mountains. Below the window in the stone the word "Muckraker" is carved in the same language.

Platformer where your view is through the back seat window of a car and you're the 'running man' that's running and jumping along all the scenery off the road as the car drives.

Do I have any friends that do pixel art and would be interested in taking a small commission? I have friend looking to commission a simple anniversary couples portrait