Butt Warning!

Butt warning!

Marked mature for the butt (and bulge), in case peeps don't want to see that. Don't know how to "spoiler" images on Tumblr, if possible.

A commission.

Finished!

Been Painting!

This is a gift for my cousin. I'll post it on DA soon enough. A nice moon and purple clouds for li'l Nova....

And a work-in-progress painting I'll post when done!

Unresolved

Scraping past a tooth, a fingernail grows thin;

The last evidence of a life lost in time

Is this dead keratin.

Swirls from the mind, consuming everything,

Cement uncertainty in the soundest mind,

Loosening grip within.

Each day starts anew, by popular belief;

Yet all is the same except the white numbers,

Not turning a new leaf.

Moving, yet static motions of tumbling grief

Are borne by bodies smoldering to cinders,

Never able to leave.

https://twwrt.wordpress.com/2022/11/21/unresolved/

Another cover, this time with Mai as the main singer and Ninezero as a background one with a solo.

All artist credits are in the video description and the video itself, but I want to give a special mention to the VIMALION Project, which creates mascot designs for voicebanks that don't have them

Here's where I got the Mai design used to draw the art in this video: https://vimalion.carrd.co/#mai

Two different versions of a recent Twitch emote/icon commission. A yandere emote headshot.

See it in higher definition on my DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/lilycelebi/art/Yandere-Icon-Dramatic-933603690, https://www.deviantart.com/lilycelebi/art/Yandere-Icon-Soft-933603610

Fog-Borne Snapshots

All would be consumed by shadow if not for an unseen, smudged streetlamp blanketing all beneath it in everlasting burgundy mist. In some space-time ripples, it is evergreen. For other eternities, it is cerulean. Despite the variance, universal commonality is found in its blurred glow.

This light delineates all forms, together interlocked in a state of static, monochrome bliss. These relics change, but never while I see them. Those that have graced my apertures in eye and mind include wet playground equipment, monoliths with tops trapped in mist, and abandoned antique cars.

The aura that permeates my body remains the same. It is the tinge of warmth felt within someone’s embrace, somehow gleaned from facing someplace where this had last occurred at least a decade ago. It is a sign of life found in one of countless mounds of dilapidated structures in a post-apocalyptic wasteland. It is a spiritual sign of the possibility of solace within the cold, concrete walls of an insane asylum whose inhabitants offer only volatility. It is an infinitesimal, but nonetheless unmoving constant in the midst of chaos, contained and concealed forever from the surrounding universe.

In my disillusion, I believe in the approach of a day when I may graze my fingertips across all of the surfaces. Thought ensnares me while my frozen body maintains a glassy stare as my daydreams and memories, whether fabricated or true, turn to burning rubble where no flame dances. I once again watch the fog-borne snapshots fade to charred blackness behind my eyelids.

https://twwrt.wordpress.com/2023/08/04/fog-borne-snapshots/