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Forked Nekomata Freedom

Painted this little calico spirit holding a lantern with the kanji for “freedom” (自由). She’s going on the back of Xander’s shirt—because of course he’d wear something chaotic, charming, and just a little bit smug.

Also popped her up on my Redbubble if you want her on a sticker, print, or tee!

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Yesterday was Mine

Probably my last full illustration before my trip

Just finished replaying Bayonetta 2 and got this dumb little idea to put Xander in her outfit… and then, well, this happened. I changed the hair to be a bit curlier since Xander’s got curls and honestly? It kinda felt like a dramatic feather boa halfway through, so I leaned into it.At first I tried to give him boots with just a little heel… but the gun design wasn’t having it. So yeah. Full-on heels.

I wanted the silhouette to stay true to the original, but still feel like Xander Calavera—so I matched the pistol color to his shotgun and swapped the tassels for sugar skulls.

He’s not Bayonetta. He’s just… Xander in drag. And he’s loving every second of it.

I also tried to make it still read as male, even with the feminine outfit. I tweaked his pose a little to pull back just enough from Bayonetta’s typical hyper-feminine stance while still keeping the drama.

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A character from a short story I’ve was working on about a quiet young engineer and a mermaid who meet by the sea. I wanted his design to feel gentle and a little bit lonely, like winter air clinging to him.

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Xander’s way of packing is all vibes. No idea how it all fit. Octavia’s baby sitting Gordito the cat.

On a real note, I’m going on a trip at the end of the month first time off this continent, and honestly a little nervous.

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Xander and Octavia reminiscing about one night that involved them, a shopping cart, a surfboard, and tequila.

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Don’t Fly Me

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Flame Spirit Character Practice

Some character design practice! I wanted to play around with shapes, color, and style. A little flame spirit I cooked up! Mischievous, glowy, and maybe a little too curious for their own good.

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🌸 OCTAVIA VALENTINE (A.K.A. “The Empathic Wildcard.”) Height/Weight: 5’8” / 145 lbs Blood Type: A-

Personality: Sweet as sugar and just as dangerous. Knows how to turn heads and get her way, but plays it like a game. Loves fancy coffee, plants, and fashion. Hopelessly addicted to BL manga—don’t even try to drag her out of the bookstore. Best friends with Xander since they were five, and partners-in-crime in every kind of mischief. Once upon a time, they shared a first kiss—both laughing too hard to take it seriously. A walking contradiction—soft and deadly, charming and sharp. Empathic in a way that feels more magical than human; she reads emotions like a sixth sense and can sway the room’s vibe without a word.

QUOTE: “I brew tea and cause trouble. Guess that’s balance.”

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Never done this before—because I have an allergy to sharing myself online. But here’s a Meet the Artist for fun.

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Chaos, but now with toe beans.

Not sure if this is a one-off or something I’ll keep drawing, but I really like the idea of Xander being able to turn into a cat. I love cats, so now he gets to be one. Might be a shapeshifter thing, might just be for fun — either way, it gives me an excuse to draw more cats.

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Wifwolf

A bride of blood and starlight—divine, dangerous, and wholly hers.

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Saw a Twitter thread where people were drawing their OCs in this classic pin-up pose, and I thought, “This would be hilarious with a guy.” Naturally, Xander ended up being the perfect victim. He pulled it off a little too well, honestly. I was actually going to post something a little more on the same wavelength as my last post but I think this is funnier.

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Happy Mother’s Day! A little moment with baby Xander and his mom. Before the chaos, before the shotgun—there was this. Even the loudest hearts start quiet, held close and loved deeply.

I remember this lullaby. I’m not sure who sang it to me… But I have a feeling it from a mother.

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Shotgun spirit

A spirit forged from heat, hunger, and something far older than instinct. Bound not to the weapon, but awakened through it.

Didn’t speak. Just watched. And when the time was right, answered the one who dared to grip the fire.

(Shotgun blacked out for now — still deciding on the final design. This was all about capturing the presence.)

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Sword Spirit

She is the spirit of the ancestral blade. To wield her is not to fight — but to surrender.

Few are chosen. One was. He didn’t raise the blade to prove himself. He laid himself bare… and she answered.

Also — I haven’t posted in a while. I’ve been recovering from an injury that made it physically hard to focus on creating art. Finally feeling a bit better, and I’m really happy to share again.

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A hunter. Not the kind you remember. Wears the weight of a legacy he didn’t ask for.

This concept’s been living rent-free in my head. Not sure where it’s going yet—might draw more, might just vibe with it for a while.

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Meet Sylvie Voss—Xander’s best bud and the ‘normal’ one… until she isn’t. ☕🌿💖