u/FlareMarant

…CAME UP WITH LAMP BOUNCING.

Oh. Hate. Sooooo much hate.

Hateful be the heart, Penitent One. 🤬

OH SWEET AND PRECIOUS REDENTO😭

I forgot that this poor, gentle soul passes away at the end of his journey… 🥺 YOU DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG, POP-POP😭

He was just Grandpa Cinnamon Roll and those stupid Great Wills did him so dirty!

(Sorry about the crappy TV pic)

I’m fighting Our Lady of the Scarred Visage right now, and have the screen paused. Normally, boss fight music is scary and powerful and driving, but this…

This is so… sad. 😢 The way the woman is singing, it sounds like she is crying up to the heavens for a touch of the Miracle, yet despite her fervent prayers, her desperate need to be heard, a response is not to be found…

GEEZ THIS IS SAD

I spent probably close to 60 hours on this fragger, and they didn’t pick it. I was honestly devastated and utterly heartbroken. FFIX, particularly Amarant, means so very much to me, so I poured the best digital work I could possibly make at the time into this piece. The rejection still stings to this day, honestly. 🥺

Anyhow, this is my take on the scene when Amarant carried Vivi and Eiko up the Iifa Tree. Pretty sure Eiko had a biblically accurate tantrum about it the whole way up, and poor baby Vivi was just trying not to escalate things. 😅

I kind of forgot to draw Eiko’s wings, but oh well. The ornament is small when she’s not in her trance form, so maybe not visible from this angle. 🙃

Maybe they were mad I gave my beloved, blue-skinned beauty some very sexy red chest hair. HEAVEN FORBID a walking protein shake like Amarant should have BODY HAIR…😱

Firstly, I love Lobo. He’s a wild ESTP bounty hunter in the DC franchise, and I’m completely enamored with him. The adoration I have for this character brought me back from the brink of death.

As such, I collect his merchandise and art from many artists. One such piece was from an incredible artist named Dan Orgill.

Anyhow, I got it in the mail today, and it’s BEAUTIFUL. I was so excited about it!!

So, along comes my rather unhealthy ISFJ mother…

“Oh. How much was *that?”* she says in an accusatory tone. “Five-hundred dollars?”

“Less,” I said, my shoulders slumping at the wind being taken from my sails. “He said it was an old painting, so he only charged a third of his usual rate and let me make payments.”

“Huh,” she replies noncommittally, occupying herself with doing her hair and sounding bored.“What do you need a painting for? You already have a gazillion pictures already.”

(She means my posters. Not valuable original traditional art.)

Ugh.

We clash in every possible way an INFP and an ISFJ could possibly clash. She has absolutely zero appreciation for anything that isn’t clothes, cosmetics, or makeup. If she gets a knickknack from the local pharmacy here, I always gush over how cute/pretty they are. But, LAWD if I should get anything that makes *me* happy…

“What do you need *that* for?”

It’s just really depressing to have a parent not give a shit about the things you’re passionate about… yes, even at age 45. She’s been like this my whole life. She’s so critical of everything, highly judgmental of people’s bodies/age/appearance, extremely shallow, and loves her damn martyrdom.

Sigh.

Bunny pic for attention. This is my Lolo, and he turned 12 years old today. 🎂

My beloved little Lolo is officially 12 years old today. 🥹 I’ve had him since he was tiny enough to be bottle fed in one hand. His favorite things are napping with big snores you can hear through the wall and excavating the pee corner of his litter box. Bit of a harsh disciplinarian. 😅

You guys made me want to torture myself with this game again, so, onward! ✝️

I made this one a few years ago. It’s watercolor, gouache, ink, and a dash of colored pencil here and there. The original was sold and is hanging on a wall in Wales. 😊

IT TOOK ME FOREVER 😭😭

Good King Moggle Mog XII.

I was a practitioner of muay thai for around 15 years, until my body decided to take a crap on me at age 30. 🙃 Sucks, because I was a tough chick. Ah, well. I’m a 45 year-old dinosaur now, and my nak muay days are long gone, but I still love the culture. As such, I decided to dress Amarant up in traditional nak muay attire. With him being 7’5”/226cm, he’dve been one HELL of a thai fighter. 😍 I made this Copic drawing a few years ago. Hey, a girl can draw eye candy as she pleases. 💕

I based this off my personal experiences, people I know/have interacted with, and fictional characters that I like. 🥰

Yes, my relationships with ESTPs are stupid complicated. My dad’s an ESTP and he’s a walking pile of garbage, I have a fictional crush on one, and I’m totally in love with an irl one. Geez. 😅

I made the drawing of myself there. That’s basically what I look like, minus the head flower and chibi styling. 🤭 Swipe for the blank!

This scribble was the first Lobo drawing Simon saw of mine. He told the IG SimonBisleyFanBoys mod to share it, and that was pretty cool. 🤭 Shortly afterwards, he asked that same mod to give me his number.

Chibi power, friends. 😎

Made with ink, Copic markers, red watercolor, and spit. 😂

This is one of my all-time favorite iterations of my beloved baby bastich. 🤭 Omg he’s just painfully adorable! I’ve been heavily considering getting a tattoo of this version of him, because HIS SPACE HOG IS A BIG WHEEL😭💕 He’s too precious!

This is Scribblenauts no.5, by the way.

Okay, clearly baby Donut has been watching Chalupa’s wall crawl and ceiling videos, and is learning some very bad habits from that delinquent. Like Chalupa, Donut is also a B. hamorii, and probably figured, “Well, Chalupa does it, mom!” 😝

…ay Dios mío, will you just eat your cricket parts and behave?! 🤦🏻‍♀️🤣

This is Donut, my absolutely darling B. hamorii sling. She is just sooo tiny, measuring the size of my index fingernail (including legs!). I don’t know her sex yet “technically,” but she’s a she until I see boxing gloves and tibial spurs.

I love her heart butt! 🖤

She is my very first tiny sling. The tarantula I had years ago was a G. rosea, but he was sadly a male and only lived four years. Hoping Donut is a girl and will be with me for years to come!

Mr. Mailman brought me a positively fragtastic addition to my smol-but-growing husbando collection! 😍

Lobo is still factory sealed in his box with a friend, but I’m the sort of collector who prefers to interact with her figurines. Yeah, I know, it affects the value of the collectible, but I don’t give a frag. I want to pose my Main Man and make him look proper ferocious! 😈

These are all the Lobo figures I’ve amassed since the beginning of the year. I’ve had a thing for the Main Man for longer than that, but it was only in January that I decided to embrace my weirdly overwhelming degree of emotional attachment to him, and started barfing up tons of money to have him on my shelf. 🥰 (And my walls!)

To put it in a nutshell, my life for the past three years has been a whole shit. Like… really bad. I won’t bore you with the details, but let’s just say it’s a wonder I’m not dead. Lobo… he… he helped me slowly start to put myself back together again. 🥺 I found my own confidence from his swagger, his cavalier attitude, and the way he oozes self-assuredness. I started making art again after TWO YEARS of not picking up a pencil… and, it’s all thanks to Lobo. He gave me the courage to start over.

Now? I’ve got work coming in from all over, I’ve been hired by a company to illustrate their gaming cards, and I have Simon Bisley in my phone contacts. I’ve made good friends with Glenn Fabry, Jim Balent, Kyle Hotz, and Rudy Ao, among others. They all love my work, and I can’t tell you how encouraging that is for an artist who has been dragged through Hell and survived.

I owe Lobo everything. 🥹💕 He is and always will be my Main Man.

I got my wee miniature husbando in the mail today! 😍 I’m so happy. Considering how much I’ve seen this tiny Lego ‘Bo go for on eBay and other places, the $30 I paid for him seems to be quite the bargain! Isn’t he too cute?

I sprained the holy fragaroli out of my ankle 2 days ago, so I definitely needed this little guy to cheer me up. What a drag…