• Abigail's always been a troubled girl. Surrounded by depression, she lives her day to day playing chill and cute video games on her PC and looking at art on her many MANY accounts. She's very shy and often locks herself in her room for months on end, with the only people to talk to being behind a screen or her anime bodypillows. Abi may not touch grass, and maybe a little mentally insane, but she has a very wholesome (?) and loving heart! Surely doesn't fantasize about her genshin impact men and women being real!
    Abigail's always been a troubled girl. Surrounded by depression, she lives her day to day playing chill and cute video games on her PC and looking at art on her many MANY accounts. She's very shy and often locks herself in her room for months on end, with the only people to talk to being behind a screen or her anime bodypillows. Abi may not touch grass, and maybe a little mentally insane, but she has a very wholesome (?) and loving heart! Surely doesn't fantasize about her genshin impact men and women being real!
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  • Chapter 1

    Rain poured down powerfully in the night, soaking the streets of a small town called Spiritscreek. A little girl about seven years old sat all alone on a pile of newspapers, leaning against a house wall. The girl had a sky blue night-gown on which was drenched by rain. Her arms, her legs, and her right eye were bandaged carefully. Her hair was light brown and her visible eye was amethyst colored. She hugged a worn out rabbit doll tightly, trying to keep warm. Lightning thundered fiercely frightening her. She gasped and quickly began running wanting a roof to stay under. She searched for a house whose light was on but found none.
    Finally she exited the town perimeter and came to the outskirts but the poor girl was exhausted. As she drew closer a cliff side and a small inn came into sight. Seeing that the roof of the house was sticking out she went for it. She walked under onto the porch and sat under the roof, but she began to cry out fear and cold. A light snapped on inside the house and a woman opened the door.
    The seven year old looked up from her hands sniffing. A little girl the same age as her, seemingly the women's daughter, came from behind her staring in curiosity.
    The brunette girl got up and stood in front the women who smiled warmly and widened the door for her. The woman's daughter crept from behind her and smiled encouragingly holding out her small hand.
    The girl carefully took her hand, "My name's Lilia. What's youws?" the daughter asked, unable to pronounce her Rs'.
    The little girl quietly answered "Crystal"

    "A story of mine, if you want me to post the next chapter please tell, because I won't do so otherwise. -_-"
    - Published: Jan 10, 2010
    Chapter 1 Rain poured down powerfully in the night, soaking the streets of a small town called Spiritscreek. A little girl about seven years old sat all alone on a pile of newspapers, leaning against a house wall. The girl had a sky blue night-gown on which was drenched by rain. Her arms, her legs, and her right eye were bandaged carefully. Her hair was light brown and her visible eye was amethyst colored. She hugged a worn out rabbit doll tightly, trying to keep warm. Lightning thundered fiercely frightening her. She gasped and quickly began running wanting a roof to stay under. She searched for a house whose light was on but found none. Finally she exited the town perimeter and came to the outskirts but the poor girl was exhausted. As she drew closer a cliff side and a small inn came into sight. Seeing that the roof of the house was sticking out she went for it. She walked under onto the porch and sat under the roof, but she began to cry out fear and cold. A light snapped on inside the house and a woman opened the door. The seven year old looked up from her hands sniffing. A little girl the same age as her, seemingly the women's daughter, came from behind her staring in curiosity. The brunette girl got up and stood in front the women who smiled warmly and widened the door for her. The woman's daughter crept from behind her and smiled encouragingly holding out her small hand. The girl carefully took her hand, "My name's Lilia. What's youws?" the daughter asked, unable to pronounce her Rs'. The little girl quietly answered "Crystal" "A story of mine, if you want me to post the next chapter please tell, because I won't do so otherwise. -_-" - Published: Jan 10, 2010
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  • Unlike a technician android, these models were programmed and physically customized to work in a laboratory or fulfill some other dedicated scientific role and exhibit a wider, more general inventory of skills. They mainly served next to human and Ai researchers but also worked alone, especially when studying or creating viruses, bio-weapons, or other substances that were too dangerous for human scientists to contend with. They are built with lean, agile bodies patterned after mature men and women, and feature mannerisms, interests and vocabulary similar to that of a well educated, subject obsessed scientist. Many of these units were made by human exterminating Mecha artificial intelligences to perform experimentation on human captives, cross breeding programs and the creation of cyborg slave-soldiers. For this reason, scientific androids are usually loathed by humans, and watched with extra care.

    Small ink illustration from page 38 of TME RPG Expansion Rules book
    Say hello here: https://www.enworld.org/threads/the-mutant-epoch-rpg-expansion-rules-book-is-finally-here.707667/#post-9536247
    Unlike a technician android, these models were programmed and physically customized to work in a laboratory or fulfill some other dedicated scientific role and exhibit a wider, more general inventory of skills. They mainly served next to human and Ai researchers but also worked alone, especially when studying or creating viruses, bio-weapons, or other substances that were too dangerous for human scientists to contend with. They are built with lean, agile bodies patterned after mature men and women, and feature mannerisms, interests and vocabulary similar to that of a well educated, subject obsessed scientist. Many of these units were made by human exterminating Mecha artificial intelligences to perform experimentation on human captives, cross breeding programs and the creation of cyborg slave-soldiers. For this reason, scientific androids are usually loathed by humans, and watched with extra care. Small ink illustration from page 38 of TME RPG Expansion Rules book Say hello here: https://www.enworld.org/threads/the-mutant-epoch-rpg-expansion-rules-book-is-finally-here.707667/#post-9536247
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  • This is a Digital Sketch Commission I made for TwistedMachine (from FA, also DasTierLockjaw from DA) of his original character, Rrhaz. He is some kind of dark demon, but with a sensual side that may bring women down to their knees. Enjoy!

    Rrhaz © TwistedMachine -- Art © MyFantasiMind 2014
    This is a Digital Sketch Commission I made for TwistedMachine (from FA, also DasTierLockjaw from DA) of his original character, Rrhaz. He is some kind of dark demon, but with a sensual side that may bring women down to their knees. Enjoy! Rrhaz © TwistedMachine -- Art © MyFantasiMind 2014
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  • Happy Pride Month Everyone! After other sexualities. I identify as Hetero again. But as an ally and a supporter of the LGBT people. Including some people who are my friends.





    I’m still Fictosexual and Fictoromantic. Due to having so many Fictional Crushes both male and female (Mostly males since irl I have no attraction towards real women) (also I heard and seen people who’s hetero, but have fictional Crushes who’s a same gender while having no attraction towards the same gender irl). And I’ve heard and seen people being in irl relationships while being Ficto like I’m in one. I rarely simp towards my F/Os nowadays. He knows and is aware that I’m Ficto.





    My sexualities over the years video will be posted today at 5:30 as a Pride Month 2025 Special.



    Sona and Art © Me
    Happy Pride Month Everyone! After other sexualities. I identify as Hetero again. But as an ally and a supporter of the LGBT people. Including some people who are my friends. I’m still Fictosexual and Fictoromantic. Due to having so many Fictional Crushes both male and female (Mostly males since irl I have no attraction towards real women) (also I heard and seen people who’s hetero, but have fictional Crushes who’s a same gender while having no attraction towards the same gender irl). And I’ve heard and seen people being in irl relationships while being Ficto like I’m in one. I rarely simp towards my F/Os nowadays. He knows and is aware that I’m Ficto. My sexualities over the years video will be posted today at 5:30 as a Pride Month 2025 Special. Sona and Art © Me
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  • The short story below is correlated with the image above.:

    "My name is Catherine. I was born with a weak immune system. So weak that if I end up catching something, I could die. It's a curse I'm permanently bound to. Before I could go to school, I had to go to the doctor with my parents to prepare for interacting with other kids. I was recommended to wear a mask the whole day and could not take it off. Every school year, the other kids looked at me funny. Some spread rumors about me. Some even tried to take my mask off. The moment they tried, they ended up on the ground, covering their own face. I got mixed reactions from my teachers when this happened. Some didn't care and some reprimanded me. One time when a teacher punished me for not taking my mask off when answering her question, I told my parents and I cannot tell you how small that teacher looked when my parents yelled at them for putting my life at risk. I barely had friends. Not many people were understanding of my predicament and would sometimes ridicule me for wearing my mask.
    Finding a job was tough. I wanted to pursue a career in fashion design, but my interviews did not go well. They either thought my mask was unnecessary, unappealing, or had trouble understanding me, even though I did my best to make my voice clear enough. I ended up getting an office job that thankfully didn't require me to speak too much. However, that didn't go well after being poked and prodded about my mask by my coworkers. While some were understanding, others thought I was full of **** and ridiculed me for it. I ended up quitting when the ridicule took a toll on my mental health and made me feel ashamed to wear this mask, even though I needed it to live.
    As the years go by, it got worse for me. I was harassed everywhere I went with my mask by men, women, even teens. I could count on two hands the attempts to rip my mask off by random strangers. Sometimes they got knocked out by either me or someone else, sometimes the police were called. Fortunately, I was never arrested, but I was ready to lose my mind. My parents recommended I ignore the assholes, and I lost it on them, blaming them for my condition. I may have stepped too far with that, but ignoring doesn't always fix the problem.
    My patience was disappearing, and my tolerance for other people was gone. I hated humanity. Humanity to me was an unavoidable disease that was putting me at risk. I had nothing but a desire to be free from that encroaching disease, finally take this wretched mask off, and smile for the first time in decades. But then, nobody will ever see my smile, except for me. It'll be like how it has always been. A cruel fate was handed to me, and my only escape is death. Ironic how much I want to escape, yet I want to live. What cold mortality."

    I don't have any plans with this character, but I feel like sharing.
    The short story below is correlated with the image above.: "My name is Catherine. I was born with a weak immune system. So weak that if I end up catching something, I could die. It's a curse I'm permanently bound to. Before I could go to school, I had to go to the doctor with my parents to prepare for interacting with other kids. I was recommended to wear a mask the whole day and could not take it off. Every school year, the other kids looked at me funny. Some spread rumors about me. Some even tried to take my mask off. The moment they tried, they ended up on the ground, covering their own face. I got mixed reactions from my teachers when this happened. Some didn't care and some reprimanded me. One time when a teacher punished me for not taking my mask off when answering her question, I told my parents and I cannot tell you how small that teacher looked when my parents yelled at them for putting my life at risk. I barely had friends. Not many people were understanding of my predicament and would sometimes ridicule me for wearing my mask. Finding a job was tough. I wanted to pursue a career in fashion design, but my interviews did not go well. They either thought my mask was unnecessary, unappealing, or had trouble understanding me, even though I did my best to make my voice clear enough. I ended up getting an office job that thankfully didn't require me to speak too much. However, that didn't go well after being poked and prodded about my mask by my coworkers. While some were understanding, others thought I was full of shit and ridiculed me for it. I ended up quitting when the ridicule took a toll on my mental health and made me feel ashamed to wear this mask, even though I needed it to live. As the years go by, it got worse for me. I was harassed everywhere I went with my mask by men, women, even teens. I could count on two hands the attempts to rip my mask off by random strangers. Sometimes they got knocked out by either me or someone else, sometimes the police were called. Fortunately, I was never arrested, but I was ready to lose my mind. My parents recommended I ignore the assholes, and I lost it on them, blaming them for my condition. I may have stepped too far with that, but ignoring doesn't always fix the problem. My patience was disappearing, and my tolerance for other people was gone. I hated humanity. Humanity to me was an unavoidable disease that was putting me at risk. I had nothing but a desire to be free from that encroaching disease, finally take this wretched mask off, and smile for the first time in decades. But then, nobody will ever see my smile, except for me. It'll be like how it has always been. A cruel fate was handed to me, and my only escape is death. Ironic how much I want to escape, yet I want to live. What cold mortality." I don't have any plans with this character, but I feel like sharing.
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  • [New Setting! (ish)]
    Taking place in a new different setting than the one other art I've posted here, these boyz are the Mighty Knights of Nine Nations, a band of knights errant defined by ultimate stupidity, naivety, disrespect, chaos, and great luck that were created out of every kingdom sending their absolute worst into one group for a "special mission". They travel the world of 13th Century Medieval Europe at the time of the 8th Crusade on a tour to "help" wherever they are needed (or just where they feel like going). Together with their combined might of arms and brain(s), these chivalric failures prove themselves to be the biggest source of migraines to lords and bishops from London, Paris, Rome, Venice, to Constantinople.

    [Art and Design]
    Basic math should dictate that to be the Mighty Knights of Nine Nations, there would have to be nine of them, and you would be absolutely correct! Currently I have only designed 5/9 knights at the time I am releasing this, is it because I am lazy? Maybe, but mainly because I haven't done much with this specific project as I was focusing on other art projects since then.
    I got inspired to do a change in style (slightly) because of the wonderful artist MagnaGallina that does very similar work that could be seen here, with a large amount of reference for my character Sir Eroic coming from one of their pieces.

    In no particular order (their appearances will be pointed out later). Today's menu of chivalry includes the likes of: Sir Eroic, Madame Ruthleschilde, Sir Levelle, Sir Rudy, and Sir Belliger.

    Sir Eroic (shown on the far right and top left) is the leader of the group, and if he was any better, he could even be considered fodder for a real army. Being as close as they get to the archetypical knight, he acts as the kind, strong face of the group, often acting as their ambassador and main speaker for all outside individuals they need to interact with. Holding close the pillars and values of Chivalry, he does his best to do the right thing and bring glory to his people and his fellow knights. Unfortunately, he is an idiot, and with full confidence will perform rude, blasphemous, and in the worst cases, treacherous deeds by complete accident or idiocy that leaves churches desecrated, towns aflame, armies ruined, and leaders slain (almost exclusively on the friendly side).

    Madame Ruthleschilde (shown middle-right and upper-left next to Sir Eroic) is the hotheaded muscle hailing from parts of France(?). She is quick tempered, wild, and bloodthirsty, often seen with an axe in her hands and biting the leather edges of her shield (most believe her to come from Normandy) and is used as an attack dog for rough quarrels and glorious battle. No one was quite sure where exactly she came from before she was found in full armor fighting bears in the hunting reserves for the lord of Burgandy. Her tenacity and ferocity were enough for her to be spared by the men at arms of the realm, before being quickly thrown like a hot potato into the Mighty Knights to avoid an inevitable friendly fire incident.

    Sir Levelle (Seen middle-left with the spear) is the voice of reason towards the Mighty Knights, doing his best to assist and counsel his cousin Sir Eroic. Friendly and good at heart, he was sent by his father to accompany the troupe to make sure they don't die within months of their quest. Keeping them alive and out of trouble, he is skeptical and perceptive, but is easily convinced to do just about anything if pressured hard enough and can only see the consequences of the groups actions the moment it is about to send them to the stake. A "Good lad" according to Sir Eroic.

    Sir Rudy (Seen middle-left of Ruthleschilde with the lute) is the cheeky, lazy, and cynical teenage music player of the group. Quick to be a big butthole about everything, he enjoys the company of women and the un-company of "losers", shame that he was sent with the Mighty Knights as punishment for bad behavior in his home country. Sharp and witty with his mind and with the strings, he performs some of the most important aspects of a knightly quest: background music and journaling (VERY exaggerated journaling).

    Sir Belliger (Seen bottom left) is the small, lovable, and highly motivated boy who does his best to follow the orders of his superiors and be what he calls "the bestest knight". Low-born and using only scraps of actual equipment, he was knighted by Sir Eroic shortly after meeting him in a tour of Belliger's home due to his undying loyalty and determination to be a knight. His parents didn't exactly like the prospect of their strongest son going to war, but they couldn't really reach him in time before he left on horseback either. :/
    [New Setting! (ish)] Taking place in a new different setting than the one other art I've posted here, these boyz are the Mighty Knights of Nine Nations, a band of knights errant defined by ultimate stupidity, naivety, disrespect, chaos, and great luck that were created out of every kingdom sending their absolute worst into one group for a "special mission". They travel the world of 13th Century Medieval Europe at the time of the 8th Crusade on a tour to "help" wherever they are needed (or just where they feel like going). Together with their combined might of arms and brain(s), these chivalric failures prove themselves to be the biggest source of migraines to lords and bishops from London, Paris, Rome, Venice, to Constantinople. [Art and Design] Basic math should dictate that to be the Mighty Knights of Nine Nations, there would have to be nine of them, and you would be absolutely correct! Currently I have only designed 5/9 knights at the time I am releasing this, is it because I am lazy? Maybe, but mainly because I haven't done much with this specific project as I was focusing on other art projects since then. I got inspired to do a change in style (slightly) because of the wonderful artist MagnaGallina that does very similar work that could be seen here, with a large amount of reference for my character Sir Eroic coming from one of their pieces. In no particular order (their appearances will be pointed out later). Today's menu of chivalry includes the likes of: Sir Eroic, Madame Ruthleschilde, Sir Levelle, Sir Rudy, and Sir Belliger. Sir Eroic (shown on the far right and top left) is the leader of the group, and if he was any better, he could even be considered fodder for a real army. Being as close as they get to the archetypical knight, he acts as the kind, strong face of the group, often acting as their ambassador and main speaker for all outside individuals they need to interact with. Holding close the pillars and values of Chivalry, he does his best to do the right thing and bring glory to his people and his fellow knights. Unfortunately, he is an idiot, and with full confidence will perform rude, blasphemous, and in the worst cases, treacherous deeds by complete accident or idiocy that leaves churches desecrated, towns aflame, armies ruined, and leaders slain (almost exclusively on the friendly side). Madame Ruthleschilde (shown middle-right and upper-left next to Sir Eroic) is the hotheaded muscle hailing from parts of France(?). She is quick tempered, wild, and bloodthirsty, often seen with an axe in her hands and biting the leather edges of her shield (most believe her to come from Normandy) and is used as an attack dog for rough quarrels and glorious battle. No one was quite sure where exactly she came from before she was found in full armor fighting bears in the hunting reserves for the lord of Burgandy. Her tenacity and ferocity were enough for her to be spared by the men at arms of the realm, before being quickly thrown like a hot potato into the Mighty Knights to avoid an inevitable friendly fire incident. Sir Levelle (Seen middle-left with the spear) is the voice of reason towards the Mighty Knights, doing his best to assist and counsel his cousin Sir Eroic. Friendly and good at heart, he was sent by his father to accompany the troupe to make sure they don't die within months of their quest. Keeping them alive and out of trouble, he is skeptical and perceptive, but is easily convinced to do just about anything if pressured hard enough and can only see the consequences of the groups actions the moment it is about to send them to the stake. A "Good lad" according to Sir Eroic. Sir Rudy (Seen middle-left of Ruthleschilde with the lute) is the cheeky, lazy, and cynical teenage music player of the group. Quick to be a big butthole about everything, he enjoys the company of women and the un-company of "losers", shame that he was sent with the Mighty Knights as punishment for bad behavior in his home country. Sharp and witty with his mind and with the strings, he performs some of the most important aspects of a knightly quest: background music and journaling (VERY exaggerated journaling). Sir Belliger (Seen bottom left) is the small, lovable, and highly motivated boy who does his best to follow the orders of his superiors and be what he calls "the bestest knight". Low-born and using only scraps of actual equipment, he was knighted by Sir Eroic shortly after meeting him in a tour of Belliger's home due to his undying loyalty and determination to be a knight. His parents didn't exactly like the prospect of their strongest son going to war, but they couldn't really reach him in time before he left on horseback either. :/
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  • Statue of Richard John Seddon (1845–1906), 15th Prime Minister of New Zealand, at the entrance to the Parliament Buildings in Wellington. Seddon was the longest-serving PM at 13 years, during which time he promoted aggressive economic and social reforms in favour of the middle- and working-class, although he opposed women's suffrage and Maori rights, and his populist image as 'champion of the common man' led to charges of anti-intellectualism. Nicknamed "King ****" for his authoritarian rule, he is nonetheless widely lauded as New Zealand's greatest prime minister.

    Original photo taken May 2014. [Submitted to DeviantArt September 2015.](https://www.deviantart.com/el-thorvaldo/art/Seddon-Welcomes-You-559281994)
    Statue of Richard John Seddon (1845–1906), 15th Prime Minister of New Zealand, at the entrance to the Parliament Buildings in Wellington. Seddon was the longest-serving PM at 13 years, during which time he promoted aggressive economic and social reforms in favour of the middle- and working-class, although he opposed women's suffrage and Maori rights, and his populist image as 'champion of the common man' led to charges of anti-intellectualism. Nicknamed "King Dick" for his authoritarian rule, he is nonetheless widely lauded as New Zealand's greatest prime minister. Original photo taken May 2014. [Submitted to DeviantArt September 2015.](https://www.deviantart.com/el-thorvaldo/art/Seddon-Welcomes-You-559281994)
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  • These were adopts but have been sold! Was really wanting to draw some hot spooky women in time for the Halloween spirit~
    These were adopts but have been sold! Was really wanting to draw some hot spooky women in time for the Halloween spirit~
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  • i asked my gf for something 2 draw as a warmup earlier so heres lavauchery kissing. insect bug women. i am putting them in a terrarium and shaking the jar to see what they do
    i asked my gf for something 2 draw as a warmup earlier so heres lavauchery kissing. insect bug women. i am putting them in a terrarium and shaking the jar to see what they do
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  • How do you even post things online anymore? LMAO Help
    Destress Doodles after Work, they kinda started to pile up

    Top Two Rows are Ocs, Bottom Two are Genshin Women im very normal about
    How do you even post things online anymore? LMAO Help Destress Doodles after Work, they kinda started to pile up Top Two Rows are Ocs, Bottom Two are Genshin Women im very normal about
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