New About Page + FAQ

Good day, peoples of Earth!

Along with the restart of my blog, I’ve updated my about page, as well as adding an FAQ. If you have questions regarding commissions, Patreon, or just want to know more about me, that is definitely the place to go. Hope you like it!

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Magnumia Mellamander (Art)

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Say hello to the wizard/witch Magnumia Mellamander! Or, uh, Maggy for short.

This was a character I designed for a D&D oneshot, but unfortunately, the game was cancelled before I could field her. Nevertheless, it gave me opportunity to train up my anatomy drawing and what not, so I can’t complain too much.

Point of Interest?

Aside from the pink? Well, the line art for this drawing was done entirely through vectors, courtesy of my usual art program, Krita. It was fiddly, no doubt, but it does provide a certain seal of quality, at least if you put enough time into it. For my next drawing, since I have the Adobe suite, I’m going to have a crack at doing it in Illustrator instead, since that program was built from the ground up to support vector stuff. Wish me luck!

Restart

Good day, peoples of Earth!

From now on, the Phoenix Nest will undergo a transformation of sorts. Rather than focusing on specific features like Songs In Haiku, I will instead be using this as a more general creative diary. If I do some writing/drawing/whatever, I will do a post about it here. I’ve already been doing this privately for about a month, so hey, might as well extend it to the world at large.

So, no more weekly features?

Not regularly, no. I won’t completely abandon them if I think of something especially cool, but as it was, having to grind through the same thing over and over was playing hell for my creativity. Way I’ve figured it, this should be better for us both. : >

What’s the update schedule, then?

Daily, my friend! Well, more or less. I’ve been working on creative stuff for about a month now, and while I have missed the odd day, it’s been going pretty well. At minimum (unless I say I’m going on holiday or something), you can expect content every two days, but it could very well be more than that.

What sort of things will you post?

At the time of writing this post, I’m working on a RWBY fanfiction over on Archive Of Our Own called What Was Sown Among Thorns. If I do some writing for that, I’ll do a short post, usually entailing my thoughts on it. And, of course, when I post the chapter officially, it will be linked here as well.

In addition, you can expect visual art occasionally, when I’m not busy writing instead. As a preview of what I’m working on, you can check out the post after this one!

Is that book still in the works?

Yep, about 1/4 way through the second draft. It’s a massive overhaul on a conceptual level, so it’s going to take some time to finish—plus, I want to get this fanfic squared away before I do (since I don’t like leaving things hanging like that). Once I begin my editing there, I’ll make posts similar to the fanfic ones, perhaps with some insights into characters or my creative process.

I have a question!

Do you, now? Well, if you want to get in contact me, send me an email at officialblakephoenix@hotmail.com. I check my email daily, so it shouldn’t take me long to reply. If it does, maybe check my blog to make sure I’m not in another country or something.

Is that all?

Sure is, friend. It’s good to be back. : >

Hundred Word Wander – Behemoth

I always loved the water glass scene from Jurassic Park, the one where a dinosaur’s footsteps cause it all to shake.

Turns out it’s a lot less cool in real life, when the ‘dinosaurs’ dwarf a T-Rex thrice over.

“Was it always like this?”

I looked to the naive hero-to-be sitting across, decked out in school uniform.

“No,” I replied, taking a drag from my cigarette. “We just had monsters dropped on us from the rainbow sky god.”

“You’re pulling my leg, aren’t you?”

The cave shook violently as something enormous crashed outside.

“Oh look,” I said. “There’s one now.”

Hundred Word Wander – Identity

Ash blasted my lungs as I picked amongst the ruins, the sun beating down on my back. Coughing, I adjusted my goggles before continuing my search, spying a sharp glint out the corner of my eye. A minute later, I’d found my prize: a pristine, midnight black assault rifle.

“Well, aren’t you a beauty?” I said, rubbing my hands.

“Why thank you,” said the gun. “My appearance is my pride, after all!”

I jumped back, tripping over a broken girder.

“Don’t be afraid!” it exclaimed. “I am the ancient sword Excalibur!”

I frowned. “Do swords shoot bullets?”

“We do now!”