mharasenphia

OC art

the opal-eyed witch

slaps down new art in over a century,

since i did anything with tumblr but i think it’s time to dust off the old ancient account and like do stuff with it maybe

illustrated joke headcanon with @mafucakes‘s character

with @necromilk and their cool dual icons!

pixelquests

pixelquests

The Ilex Forest is sacred. The Forest Keeper carefully tends to grounds day by day, more so to soothe their own wounded soul than anything else.

king of the [hidden people of the Other World]

Annwyn’s last remaining legacy was the Fourth High Commander, known for her deep crimson brilliance on the battlefield. The ancient nether kingdom has long been subsumed by the Abyss, but stories persisted through many generations, with each iteration a grander retelling than the last. Now the reverence of lore bleeds through realities of life, and Sofya has been made all but divine, inheriting a twisted mantle of worship that blesses her with an authority over Edenia she never even wanted.

a couple sketches made while building a new brush

Mari, the Root of Origin Formerly known as Mawi of Arcania, a renowned witch who delved deeply into the secrets of the arcane sigil arts. Through her research, she unlocked the language of reality, and inscribed it into her very own being. After achieving a seat in the First Circle of the Glas Giltralt Magician’s Guild, she organized the secretive Crepuscule Initiative. To this day, the exact purpose of Mari’s intent remains unknown, and the full results of her project were never revealed. She simply vanished one day, along with all she accepted into her Initiative. Many stories claim that the red-haired witch finally found a path to take her home, far across the great waters...

whee old ink sketches!

i drew a sketch in the morning to talk to myself but the thought kept gnawing at me the entire day so i had to

The blood of the Unholy Crow is saturated with deep curses and rich blessings both. When spilled in excess across the battlefield, the feeble keeper’s presence grows into a monstrous existence.

a small token of genuine and pure affection freshly grown and harvested