The amount of erasing I've had to do in this digital sketch would have turned real paper into dust. I had so much trouble nailing down what I wanted, but I've got the beginning framework and I'm so relieved to have it out of my head.
A very rough sketch of my Ingellvar (I' not happy with it). I'll take this opportunity to talk about my headcanons:
Her name is Isida (once it was Isseya, but I renamed her).
She's an introvert. So leading a whole team to save the world is hard for her than for my other planned Rooks.
Her eye was damaged in a fight with Baron Van Markham, which really hurt her as an archer. Luckily, Varric taught her some tricks and gave her a second wind. She's back in action.
I don't know if it's mentioned in the game, but for now I'm headcanoning that she got the name Rook from Varric, who became like a father to her. So she prefers to be called Rook than Isida Ingellvar.
Sometimes she yearns for her elven roots, but still prefers Nevarra and Necropolis.
Hopefully, she will get me back into art.
Cryptocurrency investing has always been a passion of mine but that passion quickly turned into panic when I became the victim of a fraudulent SOL trading platform. The platform promised a fifteen percent daily return which seemed like an incredible opportunity I could not miss. I was drawn in by the sleek interface, positive reviews and supposed user testimonials. Believing I had found a breakthrough I went ahead and deposited 92000 in SOL.To my horror the platform shut down the very next day. My account was wiped clean and I had no access to my funds. Just like that my entire investment vanished and I was left in financial ruin. The days that followed were some of the darkest I have ever experienced. I struggled to pay my bills, skipped meals and found myself in a deep emotional and financial pit.Feeling defeated and ashamed I turned to a close friend and confided in them. That conversation changed everything. My friend referred me to SALVAGE ASSET RECOVERY , a specialized team that deals with cryptocurrency scam recovery. I was skeptical at first. After all, I had already been scammed once and was hesitant to trust anyone again. But desperation pushed me to give it a try. SALVAGE ASSET RECOVERY impressed me. They listened carefully to my story, explained the process in clear detail and reassured me that they would do everything possible to help. Using advanced blockchain tools and digital tracing methods they were able to locate the flow of my stolen funds.Weeks later I received the news I never thought I would hear. SALVAGE ASSET RECOVERY had successfully recovered my entire 92000 in SOL. I was overwhelmed with relief and gratitude. I could finally breathe again knowing that my hard earned money had not been lost forever. If something sounds too good to be true in the crypto world it almost always is. While I still believe in the future of blockchain I now invest with much more caution and diligence.To anyone who has fallen victim to a similar scam know that all hope is not lost. Reach out to people who can truly help. SALVAGE ASSET RECOVERY gave me a second chance and for that I will always be thankful. you can use the details provided below.
EMAIL : Salvagefundsrecovery@rescueteam.com
EMAIL : salvageassetrecovery@alumni.com
Contact details whats app : +18476547096
Telegram : @Salvageasset
Overheard the title on the radio this weekend describing Radiohead songs of the In Rainbows era (you probably know the one)… And that ends my current sketchbook!
I went to sleep while going over various self-defense scenarios, and when I woke up this outfit in my head. I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. I'm sure there's some deep, dark, involved backstory behind that tatoo
Had a thought to revisit one of my old worlds created during the creative streak over years ago. It was a world built from the primordial creative juices in my head, put from uncountable inspirations and knowledge bases learned from who knows forever.
Here is a perspective of how a world is built from the rise of some fundamental ideas. What happens if you consider a world suspended in nigh microgravity conditions, a supercharged atmospheric envelope orbiting a twin neutron star system, gravitational suspension, intense magnetic fields and radiation? A extreme and chaotic environment bordering an impossible miracle, in a constant state of freefall.
Not gonna lie, worldbuilding in detail is not easy. I don't have the mental and time resources these days, to expand a world in such intricate detail. Each of the scribbles above are mostly ideas of local flora and fauna that push the limits of my science knowledge base combined with accumulated general knowledge. Some of the concepts here are bordering magical fantasy, without even getting into the residing intelligent lifeforms.
Patron Saint of Woodpeckers and Hangovers. And possibly headaches. I think I remember reading that woodpeckers probably all have headaches, even with their tongues and flexible skulls.
I have a headache.
#patronSaint
I made this drawing for the birthday of voice actor Cesar Garduza. He is known for voicing Lynn Loud Sr. in The Loud House franchise, Preacher in War for the Planet of the Apes, Rocky Robinson (second voice) in The Amazing World of Gumball, Mr. 9 in One Piece, and Neil in OK, K.O.! Let's Be Heroes.
In Mixels, he was the Latin Spanish voice of the two-headed Mixel who, like the other Muchos, has a big appetite, better known as Vaka-Waka.
We wish him a great birthday
A cute bonsai character with a fierce expression holds two swords, wearing an orange martial arts outfit and a headband with a red symbol. Its head is stylized as a bonsai tree, with vibrant green foliage, set against a dynamic red background and the words "BANZAI BONSAI!" above.
I’m doing this for the April artists challenge because the theme was that “your OC April decides to radically change their hair- draw a comic of them doing it”YIPEEEEEE
I am an art teacher with a master’s degree—trained by brilliant professors who believed that art could do more than decorate walls. I offer safe spaces for teenagers to grow—nourishing soil where their imaginations can take root.
And yet… I am assigned to hallway duty.
This is compulsory education, after all.
So I sit—posted like a sentinel—watching young lives stream past.
“Get to class,” I say with a smile and a nudge.
The system wants attendance; I’m hungry for presence.
Armed not with a whistle or clipboard, but with a pen—
my scribble’s soft insurgency.
The hallway stretches out like a geometric hymn.
Columns and corners chant structure.
Teenagers swirl past—half-formed galaxies of limbs and laughter—
their orbits chaotic, their gravity pulling time forward.
I begin to draw.
Not their tardiness, but their motion.
A shoulder. A blur of sneakers.
A tilted head chasing freedom.
Feet flickering like seconds.
Each mark a pulse.
Each smudge a breath.
My paper becomes a seismograph of seeing—
trembling gently through the mundane.
This isn’t about making art for a frame or a feed.
It’s about refusing to leak away in the fluorescent hum of obligation.
It’s a quiet mutiny against the clock.
I do this on long car rides, too (passenger side, mind you).
Letting the lines grow wild, jagged, and unapologetic.
Not for polish—
but for presence.
This is how I remember I’m still alive.
Still growing.
Still watching.
Still choosing to see.
Because sometimes mental health looks like
a piece of scrap paper,
a moving pen,
and the simple, sacred act of
marking time with wonder.
