Art I've commissioned for my characters or picrews I've made!!
A small space where I showcase some of my other works not related to writing. Penana is really my only form of social media, but I do so much more than writing. This is my way of sharing what else I've been up to for those who may be interested.
The title, people, read the title!
Regular updates every Monday. Other than that, whenever I want.
A whimsical story of a man living alone in his stone home on a hill.
Relying on his art to keep himself alive, the man is trying to find the spark in his art that people are also looking for.
When mysterious gifts start arriving at his door, he starts to wonder who could be intruding on his isolated life in the wildflowers.
Its not until a humanoid crow turns up at his window, an omen of death, that the man starts to push aside his fears and find the love for art again through a series of exchanges and amusing events with the creature.
With the crow trading its way deeper into the man's life, what will make them stop and see just how life-changing that can be?
This story is the full version of one created for an LGBT+ contest.
There is a land by faith I’ve seen
Where skies no clouded regions know;
Where they know not the sorrows of time
and no shadows fall to blight the view
That land no want has ever known,
Nor pain nor sickness nor distress;
there, Death, the last enemy, is slain;
There those who meet shall part no more,
And those long parted meet again.
There’s a land far away..
Beyond these wild winds and gloomy skies,
Beyond Death’s cloudy portal,
There is a land where beauty never dies
And love becomes immortal;
A land whose light is never dimmed by shadow,
Whose fields are ever vernal,
Where nothing beautiful can ever fade,
But blooms for aye eternal.
Declassified files recovered from investigations in ███████ after it was burned. These notes are firsthand accounts from one Dr. ███ about anomalous events occurring around the town. Only few of the damaged notes are still legible, and even fewer are available to the public.
Pieces I made for Inktober2021. CONTENT WARNING: Includes light gore and religious references.
WARNING! If you are homophobic i advise you not to read. In different parts of the world four teenagers have only one thought, to run away. Each of these souls is tied to an object, which in turn is tied to their talents. What if someone is desperate to keep for themselves those abilities that made those four individuals special? That huge, gray house that the four thought they had was beginning to get tighter and tighter, and so, not knowing what else to do, they decide to leave. Will they be able to keep away from that stifling air? Find out along with me!
Accounts from a half-dragon naturalist-turned-chef as he explores a strange island inhabited by delectable draconic fauna.
Thought I'd also share here an art challenge that I participated in for the month of August 2022. I wrote this as I went, so there might be a few changes here and there.
ᝰ ──・──・・𓌉 𖠚 ༅ ・・──・── ⊹
a struggling musical artist gets a job as a barista, thanks to his friend.
one day he meets a fluff of a mess college artist with a fluency problem and an addiction to caffeine.
ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃˡᵏ ⁱⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᶠᶠᵉᵉ ˢʰᵒᵖ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵃ ˢⁱᵖ, ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵈʳⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ ᶜʳᵃᶻʸ•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ! ▭ BIG Naughty fanfiction
LOL I ACCIDENTALLY PASTED THE STORY INTO MY INTRO OOPS
ANyway, this is a story I wrote a few months ago for a project thing for a writing class. Enjoy :)
The prompt was "Write about your dream place using your five senses."
Leiko, a down on his luck member of the Surveyor's Guild, has an opportunity. A competition has arisen to rise through the ranks of the guild. To go from a lowly basement dweller to sitting amongst the plush surroundings of the upper floors.
All he has to do is earn 1000 gold. How hard can that be? After all, it's not like he can stay dead.
At the dawn of the third decade of the 21st century, the existence of humankind has become highly perilous. We are cutting down our forests, exhausting our fresh water aquifers, and losing our vital top soils. We are stripping the life from our oceans and replacing it with hundreds of millions of tons of plastic waste. We are flooding our environment with toxic industrial chemicals. Our pollution is driving climate change that causes heat waves, droughts, and wild fires that shred the fabric of life on the continents. And we are bringing new generations into the world, millions who require access to the resources of a dignified existence. The scope and breadth of the threats to life are increasing day after day. This is not a sustainable mode of development.The root cause of our ills stems from a mistaken way of thinking. What exactly does this mean? it means that we have been thinking of ourselves mainly as material beings, while denying our spiritual nature. Because we think that we exist as material beings and nothing more, we place first importance on protecting our bodies from harm and prolonging our material existence. Our spiritual nature, if considered at all, is treated as a secondary aspect of our physical being—something not to be taken seriously. To us, the only things that matter are the phenomena that appear in the material world—things that can be seen, or heard, or touched, or measured, but we know that our senses deceive us, the senses are a construction of the brain. What we consider a real world is an illusion. The domination of the positivist and materialist thought leads to irrationality and destruction.Yet where has this approach led us? Has it brought us a sense of happiness and fulfillment? Rather than living each day in a spirit of joyful cooperation, with our hearts filled with bright hope and happy anticipation, we have isolated ourselves from others and viewed them as rivals or enemies. Our thoughts are flooded with suspicion, fear and greed, leading to an endless cycle of war, poverty, starvation, and environmental destruction. Unless we wake up soon and pay attention to our spiritual nature, there will be no future for humanity on Earth.Words are life. Words are light. Words are power. Words are energy. Words are truth. Words can enliven and words can also kill. Words can give hope, or plunge us into despair. People use words to build peace, and use words to make war. Words can create walls between cultures, religions, and nations. And words can also build bridges. The existence of an individual, a family, a community, a country, and our planet is being led to good or to evil through the power of the words we speak. The words we speak are responsible for everything that happens in this world. We, therefore, must be responsible for the words we speak. On behalf of future generations, I hope that each of us will do all we can to speak only bright, light-filled words, so that one day, our descendants will be born into a world filled with light. There is no time to lose. Starting at this very moment, I hope all of us will take a close look at the words we have been using and make constant efforts to fill them with brightness.No one is going to change our lives for us. No one is going to change the world for us. It is time for each of us to recognize the prodigious, creative power that is unleashed by each word we speak, and to consciously speak only words filled with gratitude, encouragement, and good intention. From this moment forward, let us choose words that resonate with love and forgiveness for ourselves and others. We can certainly do it if we take just one step forward. One step at a time, one word at a time, we can uproot the germs of tragedy and of isolation in our consciousness and convert them into waves of happiness and conciliation. For the sake of ourselves, for the sake of Mother Earth, and for the sake of future generations, let us use words that contribute to the positive evolution of humankind on Earth.