Work in progress / Sep 28, 25

Hiatus for now due to a change of content. From here on, this will be more about art and less about my personal life — more professional, just art-related.

Almost... / Sep 27, 25

I was hospitalized for a whole day due to a workplace accident. We were exposed to a strange volatile substance and got intoxicated— we almost died. Two of my coworkers had to be intubated because of it. I still have some aftereffects, but I’m finally awake. For hours my blood pressure was dangerously low, and I kept drifting in and out of sleep. Little by little, I’ll be resuming my activities as I work toward a full recovery.What did I learn from all this? The truth is, no one really cares whether you live or die except for the few who genuinely love you — and trust me, they’re usually just a handful. Don’t waste your energy on meaningless things; life goes on, with or without you. And don’t take yourself so seriously, to the point of thinking everyone is watching or analyzing you. They’re not. You’re simply not that important in their eyes.

Bye august / Sep 08, 25

I usually celebrate my birthday for the entire month. Every year, I organize my own festivities in my own way—a tradition born out of a promise I made to myself when my parents and friends forgot my 12th birthday. Having a birthday during vacation season can be rough, but I’ve learned to turn it into something special.This year, I gifted myself two trips: a camp and a jungle tour. It was incredible. I even jumped from waterfalls—though after bursting my ears and taking a fall, I limited myself to three jumps out of seven. The highest one, at nine meters, was out of the question, and the others at seven and eight meters were also too much. I’ve always been a bit of an accident magnet, so I decided not to tempt fate.

We stayed at an eco-tourism lodge with cabins and tents by the river, close to Edward James’s surrealist garden. The food was delicious, and the days were filled with waterfalls, rowing through rivers, swimming in deep pools, caves, and cenotes. It was the most exciting adventure I’ve had in years—honestly, one of the best of my life. Sharing it all with my family made it even more special.Of course, reality eventually returned—commissions, work, and the illnesses that continue to chase us. But there was good news: my mother was finally declared free of cancer and a possible kidney issue, which filled us all with joy. On the other hand, doctors discovered a health problem with my son, something his father and I are now facing together with determination.

Another milestone: I’ll be teaching at a university again. The opportunity came my way, and I accepted. I’ve heard wonderful things about this institution, and I decided to give myself the chance to step back into academia.This year I’m also beginning to build my presence in national conventions. I used to attend local ones until they disappeared, and continuing hasn’t been easy. Back then, I had fellow artists by my side, but now I’ll be venturing into it on my own.

I also took part in conferences, book launches, and dinners with other artists. These moments always help me see things from new perspectives, and the feedback I receive is invaluable. Speaking of which, I have to share a recommendation soon—a graphic novel by one of them that is nothing short of spectacular.In truth, I lived more in this one month than I have in the past seven. What comes next is a balance of rest and work, and hopefully, steps toward my dreams.Throughout this post, I’ll be sharing some photos, pending works, sneak peeks, and completed pieces as well.

Bday gifts / Aug 08, 25

I felt loved, I cried a lot, these people are important to me, they are my sweet little angels uwu

Loish's art book is one of my treasures.
She's an artist I admire deeply, and her book helps me understand concepts I'm still learning—it's truly amazing.This Barbie is gorgeous! I love it!
I never thought I’d be gifted one, and I got so emotional at the store! Partner rocks!

When I woke up and checked my notifications, I was greeted by this stunning piece from Veseii—
an artist I also admire so much. I was overwhelmed with emotion, even cried. It’s now my tablet wallpaper. I adore this piece!!

I received this beautiful drawing from Leena!
My lovely friend—I adore you! She's someone who makes me feel genuinely loved and appreciated. We met on the server, and she’s become such a close friend.
It’s funny how I’ve never formally gifted her any art, and just now I started working on something for her. Even without receiving anything from me at first, she offered her honest friendship. We talk often. She’s amazing.

My coworkers decorated my office and left me little gifts,
along with cake and a delicious breakfast! I feel so appreciated! I never expected any of this, and I’m filled with joy!

My sister-in-law has a small business in advertising and surprised me with a mug, a tumbler, and a keychain—all with my own art on them!
She even added a beautiful phrase to remind me who I am and where I’m going.Thank you to everyone who has made my life so beautiful.
I adore you—you’re always in my heart.

Casey fanart, beach alt / Aug 07, 25

7 hours of work.
sneak peaks of the huge canvas:

I've studied his face a lot!! A LOT!

The gooner in me was very... Obsessed.

The ring, hehehe this is... My own ring... IRL (this crazy person is married)

Clothes move underwater and these are Veseii's official merchandise for sexy dudes like Casey /Joke

Casey Williams I love you, UWU

Reflection in the 4th decade / Aug 02, 25

I turned 40, and as much as that number feels like a milestone, it also feels like a mirror—one that reflects not just what I’ve done, but what I’ve endured.I’m not here to write something hopeful for the sake of sounding inspiring. Life, to me, has rarely felt like a grand adventure or a miracle waiting to happen. More often, it’s felt like a strange, shifting landscape where meaning flickers in and out, like a faulty lightbulb.But I’m still here. And I still create.I’ve spent a lot of time alone—not always by choice, but increasingly by design. I've tried to fight it. I’ve bent myself out of shape to be more likable, more open, more accessible—anything but alone. But over time, I’ve learned that some of us aren’t meant to fit into every room. Some of us feel things too deeply, question too much, and refuse to treat connection like a game of polite pretending.And that comes with a cost.We become the ones who sit quietly at the edges of parties. The ones who text less and observe more. The ones who would rather say nothing than say something empty.
And it hurts—sometimes deeply.
But I’ve come to believe it’s a kind of integrity. A refusal to trade authenticity for approval.I’m not a professional artist. I pursued another career to survive, to obey, to keep the fear of poverty away. And yet, art continues to call me—quietly, insistently. It’s not always joyful. Often it’s frustrating, painful, even pointless. But sometimes—just sometimes—it becomes something beautiful.
And when that happens, even for a moment, it makes the ache worth it.I don't create for praise. I create to feel connected to something real, something that doesn’t vanish when the conversation ends. And if that creation ends up forgotten or overlooked, that's okay. The process still mattered. The work still meant something—to me.My mother’s illness changed how I see time.
Watching her lose herself slowly—both physically and mentally—was like watching a clock unwind. It reminded me that time isn't promised, and that the body can betray the mind without warning. Since then, I've felt urgency humming under my skin. A quiet panic. A need to do something before it’s too late, even if I don't know what "it" is.So I create. I write. I build little worlds. Not because I’m full of light, but because sometimes, that’s the only way I can find it.

There’s a certain kind of art that isn’t born from inspiration—but from silence, fatigue, or grief. It doesn’t sparkle, it doesn’t shout. It simmers. It waits. It hides in journals, unfinished canvases, old files buried deep in a hard drive.This kind of creation doesn’t come from joy—it comes from endurance.To create from the shadow means making something even when no one’s watching, even when you feel like your voice is disappearing into the noise of the world.
It means offering something of yourself that might never be seen, never be praised, never be understood.And still—you offer it.Not because you're naive. Not because you believe it will "pay off" or make you successful.
But because it's the only way to keep from fading completely.There is quiet power in that. A rebellion, even.
To keep creating in a world that prizes visibility and speed, while you move slowly and silently, is an act of defiance.I’ve had to learn how to live with the urgency of time without letting it destroy me.
There are days when I feel like a clock ticking toward something I can’t see—but I’ve stopped trying to race it.
Instead, I’ve tried to live inside the minutes I do have.
Even the dull ones.
Especially the quiet ones.Because maybe that’s what it means to be alive—not to constantly strive toward some greater purpose, but to simply leave traces of yourself behind. A drawing. A paragraph. A gesture of kindness. A moment where you were real, even if no one else noticed.It’s hard not to become bitter.
It’s hard not to look at the world’s indifference and feel erased by it.
But bitterness is heavy.
And cynicism, once it takes root, grows fast and chokes everything.So I try not to water it.
Not because I’m hopeful—but because I’m stubborn.
Because I still want to believe that even in the shadow, something can bloom.

Studies and Styles / July 27, 25

I’ll explore these pieces as my final style. The next step will be expression and more. My art mentor gave me a birthday present — Loish’s artbook! That book is one of my treasures.

Portfolio

Artfight attacks

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Art received (author in the label) under construction

Commissions

Season of open comms: nov 2025

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Prices apply for one character, extra characters: +$25 (for portraits $22).
Prices: USD dollars.

NSFW rules: just for +18, you need to verify your age. I'm not kink shaming here, but some stuff are just not something I feel comfortable to draw, and I'll refuse (futanari, hyper, diapers, ageplay, mpreg, zoophilia, etc.) For NSFW, add $15 in any of the price chart prices, the extra character fee is the same.

How to start

1. Contact me: Discord or X DMs, You’re also welcome to join my Discord server for updates and announcements (note: it's for information only, not for chatting).2. Request your piece & send references:
Let me know what you want (portrait, background, NSFW, etc.) and include references, details, and any specific ideas.3. Wait for my evaluation:
I'll review your request and send you the price for the piece.4. Sketch:
I'll send you the sketch. You’ll have 2 rounds of changes included.
Extra changes after that are $3 per detail and are only available after payment.
The sketch will include a large watermark.5. Approval & Payment:
Once you approve the sketch, I’ll ask for payment via transfer, MP, etc.6. Final piece:
I’ll send you the finished artwork with a non-invasive watermark.
I work in high-resolution formats, so please keep that in mind.For portrait commissions, I use Ko-fi.

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✦ Do not remove my watermark.
✦ Do not claim my work as your own.
✦ My work is not for commercial use.
✦ I may use some pieces as examples, always crediting the OC’s creator. If you prefer to remain anonymous, let me know.
✦ Freebies and art exchanges are only for friends (like-for-like). You’re welcome to ask for an exchange if we’ve done one before. I take this seriously and expect the same—so I won’t trade sketches for fully rendered pieces.

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Just some freebies and personal work, paid works have preference.

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These times / July 23, 25

I recently had classes with my mentor, who gave me some fascinating books, and together we started designing an exciting project. I now have a clear artistic path and solid visual references. What comes next is a period of creative isolation — an artistic cloistering — to refine my visual language. This means a complete absence from social media for now; I’m only using Discord to stay in touch with friends.I've decided to stop doing free art for people I don’t have a personal or at least friendly connection with. My time and well-being matter. Offering free art to strangers has only brought emotional exhaustion and a harvest of haters, which has severely impacted my mental health. With such a heavy creative task ahead, I can’t afford that anymore.That said, I’ve made a few meaningful friendships in those circles, and I’ve managed to sell some commissions — which remain a priority. I’ll close this year’s ArtFight with two final attacks, dedicated to artists I truly admire and respect. I don’t know if I’ll participate next year… or if I’ll even remember it. Or if I’ll still be around by then (nothing should be taken for granted — or maybe that’s just my late-millennial humor talking).As for my bots, I’m waiting on the Lorebooks feature to finish Metal Cloud, which I want to relaunch with my own art. I’m also considering closing my current profile to stay focused, and perhaps open a new one solely for narrative projects I’m actively working on. I’m not interested in creating bots for people to find sexual satisfaction. That’s what NSFW commissions are for. Sexual narratives bore me.

A Personal Decision: Putting Myself First / July 06, 25

This post has artfight attacks! (and a meme)I've been seriously thinking about something that’s been bothering me. These past weeks have been rough—so many things went wrong. I’ve had to deal with cruel people, situations where I was used and discarded, the flooding in my city that caused significant damage to my home, especially the air conditioning system and windows. On top of that, personal issues, absurd envy, and a steady decline in my physical and mental health.

I've been experimenting a lot with techniques lately—trying out different brushes, textures, and colors. I think it's been going well. Some results were interesting, while others I ended up discarding when they didn’t turn out the way I wanted

Sometimes things get complicated, but there's always a way to move forward and keep observing. Lately, I feel my interest in taking more risks is growing—one of those risks is working with complex environments. My mentor has taught me a few things about backgrounds, and now I want to start understanding how the entire scene works, beyond just the simple elements.It might be difficult at first—and frustrating too—but learning isn’t a straight path without obstacles. I have to keep in mind that the final result is always rewarding. It shows me that I really can improve, and that the advice other artists give isn’t a lie after all.

Now, about the art community, I just want to share this:The truth is, it’s all been affecting me: the ostracism, the cliques, the mediocre artists who hate for no reason, the passive-aggressive jabs, the unsolicited criticism… I just want to create, share my art, admire others, and receive the same warmth I give. I don’t want to measure egos or deal with the “I like you today, but I hate you tomorrow” routine.
And I absolutely don’t want to be used and thrown away like I’m just some avatar online and not a human being.

That’s not what I want for my life.Because I’ve realized that no matter how kind I am, or how much effort I put in, people will still project their frustrations onto me.And I’m done carrying that weight.

This is also why I’ve changed usernames so many times over the years. I know that once this whole “bot creator” thing ends—because I know it eventually will—I’ll change my name and my platforms again. I’ve done this for years: deleted and recreated accounts, even big ones, along with blogs and pages.
Why? Because I leave when I can’t handle the level of toxicity anymore. I know it’s not great for my growth as an artist or my online presence, but I don’t have the strength to endure it. I just want to socialize without all the ugliness that comes with it—but that’s not how the internet works.Another option would be to keep a distant persona: “I’m a creator, but I won’t engage beyond that.” Maybe that’s what it means to mature as an artist. I’m still learning. But I know I need to do this—for my own well-being.

My first defense! I feel very very happy! done by: alejandroburromuert0

Wave / June 24, 25

I've been absent because a lot has happened lately. First, the external audit began—with witness interviews, analysis, endless paperwork, and a lot of stress. Our quality system is evaluated annually by external agents and every six months internally. There's still one more day to go, and things still feel tense.Second, I've been having health issues again—another strange internal bleeding episode, possibly an ulcer. I can't digest anything properly. Eating has become painful, so I’ve barely eaten at all. I'm scared. Almost all of my maternal relatives have died from cancers related to the digestive system. The doctor's diet plan had been going well until this month, but now I can’t eat anything without suffering.And third, my art tutor and close friend is going through a major loss. After days of an exhausting and deeply painful battle, grief has taken over. Life often seems to be like that, doesn’t it?I don’t have the energy for much right now, but I know I have to keep going and be there for those who need me.

Look back / June 20, 25

I recently watched the movie Look Back, and it made me feel a lot. If you haven’t seen it yet—and you’re an isolated artist, scared of the world, secretly yearning for a connection with someone who shares your passion—I truly recommend it. But, as with many Japanese OVAs, be warned: it has a deeply melancholic side that leaves a hole in your heart.So, I want to follow up with something personal—how it relates to where I’m at right now and how it made me feel. Here we go.I’ve spent the past few months drawing like someone possessed. I sleep very little, sometimes forget to eat, and even though I meet all my responsibilities on time, I get anxious when I have to go to meetings because it means I’m not practicing. I see my tutor several times a week and I’m constantly doing tests for different projects—like cover art gigs—on top of my hobbies and personal art.There was a time when I gave up on art completely. I felt miserable, talentless, incapable. For a long while, I just drifted. What pulled me back was joining a few art servers on Discord. I started participating, and I loved it. But it also showed me the darker side of my passion: I began to see myself as the lowest link in the food chain—unserious, untalented. Sometimes I posted really awful stuff without even feeling embarrassed. Then I’d scroll and see incredibly skilled artists, and I became such a fan. I deeply admire those people.I didn’t want to fall behind, so I started practicing relentlessly—some nights, I didn’t sleep at all. I actively sought out people who could help me improve, despite how difficult it is for me to make friends or connect with others. Slowly, I started to get better. And honestly, it’s all because of the admiration I feel for those artists. I have no idea if they even see me or notice my work, but I do know this: if, like in the movie, one of them ever reached out to be my friend and share that creative world with me, it would mean everything.That thought hit me hard while watching Look Back. The two main characters create for different reasons—and one of them isn’t entirely honest about it. I’ve always believed that making art from admiration and love leads to happiness. Doing it out of envy or to seek approval just makes you feel hollow. That’s why I don’t envy the artists I admire. Envy is a heavy, ugly thing—it only makes everything more painful.And that extends to friendship, too. If a friendship is built on envy or insecurity, it can destroy both people. I’ve seen too many inflated egos out there—brilliant artists who tear others down, motivated by jealousy and resentment. And maybe that’s why I’m so afraid of socializing. I don’t think I could survive something like that. It would hurt too much.In the end, Look Back reminded me why I keep going—why I push through exhaustion, why I reach out even when it scares me, and why I still believe in the quiet magic of admiring someone from afar. It’s not about being the best or getting noticed. It’s about that fragile thread of connection, that hope that maybe, someday, someone will look back too—and see me. And until then, I’ll keep drawing.

5 things about me, 3rd round / Jun. 14, 25

1. I have a deep-rooted trauma related to public humiliation. Back in art school, I was terribly humiliated by a professor in front of over 100 people. Later, he told me it was “for my own good,” which honestly hurt even more.2. I love listening to people share stories from their lives — what they did when they were younger, how couples met, those little details. That’s why I enjoy family gatherings so much.3. I love cooking. It brings me joy and comfort, and it’s one of my favorite ways to care for others.4. I was born into extreme poverty. At one point, I experienced severe malnutrition and even required blood transfusions. It shaped who I am, and I carry that part of my story with quiet strength.5. I live with migraines. Some days are harder than others, but I’m learning to manage them with patience and grace... Mostly

Hello! / Jun. 13, 25

I'm going to add all the collabs, trades, and gifts soon — they're here, just hidden for now, hehe. I'm still confused with the coding, sorry!
New section: “Process of a Collab” — each collab (art trade and events too) will have its own page, showing the step-by-step creative process.

Sneakpeeks/ Jun. 10, 25

My "to do" list is now online, so you can see how busy I am. I can remember the pending works with references too :p and the guidelines.

Dreyda Lynx

Noah Price

Kitty Rose