I Saw Something White…

This is a very rough drawing, but it’s also the first piece I’ve drawn in…over six months, I think.  I stopped drawing around the time my mental health symptoms began to manifest, because I was scared that all I’d be able to draw was the “visions” I was having.


This is based off the Carach Angren song “Corpse In A Nebulous Creek,” [link], one verse in particular:

I saw something white dwell through the woods
like a macabre dead bride
Trembling with fear, still cannot believe
that like a false dog it kept staring at me.

The Dreamer, in his Gardens at Sunset

My Husband requested that I draw him with wings, and the picture evolved from there.  (Ignore the q-tips, they were for shading.)


I started out only having an idea of him with wings and holding a lantern, and it ended up being a picture of him walking through his gardens at sunset.

He suggested some night blooming flowers as part of the picture, and moonflowers (along with other white flowers) are something I associate with him.

I Drew J and I

I drew a picture of J and I together.  It was initially going to just be a picture of J, but he decided he wanted me to be in it as well.  (I don’t know what we’re looking at in this picture, but we both look So Done with whatever it is.)


J almost always wears gray when I see him Over There, and he wanted a drawing that reflected the Otherworld side of our lives together.

This is a drawing of Otherworld Me, by the way.  I almost always wear black Over There, and the red cloak (and pin that goes with it) was a gift from My Mentor.

This took forever to draw because I decided to mess around with shading, and coloring My hair in took a long time.

In the Realm I’m from, long hair and Kingship are connected.  Since beginning to grow My hair out for Kingship purposes, I’m starting to understand why the King of All Darkness keeps his (waist length) hair pulled back in a braid all the time…

Artwork of the Dreamer

I drew the Dreamer, and I’m very pleased with how this drawing turned out.


This was so much fun to draw.  This picture evolved as we worked on it–I was initially going to draw him in punk style clothing, but he gave me input on the design as I sketched the outline, and it ended up being a more elegant Romantic goth style of outfit.

He’s in Romantic goth style clothing, with a black and gold scarf, and the background is fire (which is something he’s connected to.)

The Dark Romantics

I made a joke about drawing the Dreamer in goth style clothing, and now this song won’t get out of my head.

He’s also giving me ideas for the background and details of the drawing, and playing all the goth music in my library, so I think I know what I’ll be working on tonight….

First Anniversary, and Artwork

Today is my first anniversary with the Dreamer and the Madman.


They didn’t ask for this picture as a present–considering everything we’ve been through together this year (it’s been…one hell of a year, it’s been rough in multiple ways,) they said the three of us simply spending time together was more than enough of a gift.

I wanted to draw them together, because I don’t have any artwork *of* them, and our anniversary felt like a good time to change that.

(Mechanical pencil [outline,] colored pencil)

I want to write something deep and profound about what being married to them for a year has meant for the three of us, but I…don’t have any words to describe what that experience has been like.

It’s been absolutely incredible to have these two at my side.

Happy anniversary, Beloveds.

I love you.  ❤

Some Devotional Artwork

I insisted that I had no idea how to draw people, so my stepson asked me to draw a portrait of him.  I started this last night, after I finished my previous drawing, and finished the background today.

The full moon is in the background20171028_141354, and due to my shading the night sky kind of looks like it’s melting, which is actually something I’m proud of.

(Ballpoint pen and colored pencils)


This is a depiction of an astral event.  It seems that drawing is the best way for me to process all of this.  (The drawing is done is ballpoint pen and colored pencils.)

20171027_191901There’s a lot of traditions in Darkness connected to hair, especially among the Royalty.  (It’s when I freaked out so much when the Dreamer cut his hair, because a King doesn’t just cut all his hair off on a whim, it’s a Very Serious action.)  One of those traditions involves ribbons being woven into someone’s hair when they enter a Family, and taking them out isn’t something done lightly.  Lighting them on fire is even more of a “we’re done, it’s over” gesture.

The red ribbons are the Dreamer’s from his Father, and the green ones are mine (I never actually got any hair ribbons from my “Father,” since he’s from a different Pantheon, but I wanted something to show burning that relationship as well.)

So yeah, that is…a thing that happened.  Hopefully this will help us both move on from losing people we once loved and looked up to.

Judge Me by My Own Light

A drawing I did to help me process Otherworld events.

This is part of a dream I had updating me on what’s going on Over There, and this is what I remember clearest.  The mental image of a torch and a sword stuck with me, so I thought I’d draw it.


During the events this depicts, I was holding the torch and sword above My head, but I didn’t want to try and draw My hair (which is a mess of red waves that I’m slowly growing out, because in the Realm My Beloveds and I are from, long hair and Kingship are connected.)

The caption reads Judge Me by My own Light (for Light is the Left Hand of Darkness.)

Ballpoint pen and colored pencils.

Art Lessons from the Dreamer

With the rumble of thunder, I sensed a soft thump, then his energy.  I looked up to see him standing in my living room, his blue-black wings shimmering behind him.

“Hi.”  I nodded to the sketchbook I’d propped up on my knee.  “I can’t think of what to draw.”

He sat down at me feet and grinned up at me.  “I could model for you.”

“Do I need to remind you that I technically can’t see you?”

“You could draw a rose,” the Dreamer suggested, “they’re all angles and lines.  So are other flowers, but roses especially.”

“You sound like an art teacher,” I said as I pulled up pictures of roses on my phone.

“I have done that,” he said, “taught some art classes.”  He laughed at the surprised look on my face.  “I’ve been painting for years,” he said with a shrug, “I may as well teach others.”

He remained sitting at my feet as I worked, talking about drawing and the technical aspects of art.  He walked me through the outlining, starting from the outside and working my way into the center of the flower.


“Beautiful,” he said when I was finished.

“Keep that in your sketchbook,” he said, when I asked if he wanted the picture on his shrine, “I want you to see how you improve over time.”

(He said I should share the final picture as well as writing about it, if I’m comfortable doing so.)

It’s ballpoint pen (the outline) and colored pencils (the inside)