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Hello everyone! 

It has been a while. Just wanted to pop in and let all of you know that I’m back around. Been busy with some different projects, but lately I’ve been feeling like I wanted to get back into the blogging world so here I am. Going to be making some major changes to the blog I think, as well as post some additional content. Be a little less serious and a little more random. 

I hope that you’ve all been well and thank you for sticking it out with me. I look forward to providing you with some awesome posts soon and let me know if there is anything you’d like to see!

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Working on creating some different landscape designs that I can use with my artwork / worldbuilding, and give out as downloads to my subscribers in the future~

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Different doodles of my character, Samara, for the holidays~

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a special flower that grows on a particular species of tree throughout the Ananta Islands and the island nation of Elithrea

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Happy Holidays from this half-dragon of Aeora  🎄

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Sneak preview of some new custom, mapmaking assets that I’ll be releasing soon!

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Art Block

I got an art block and I thought to do something about it. We’re friends now! \o/

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Arcanum

Hello everyone! Just wanted to release this very short story that I wrote a couple of years ago called, “Arcanum.” At only 701 words it is really flash fiction, but also slightly poetic. Arcanum is a story about a narrator who is returning to a garden where they used to look for dragons when they were a kid. Including a short preview, while the full story will be available to subscribers. Thank you and I hope you enjoy ^^

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“When I was a kid, I looked for dragons in the garden behind my neighbor’s summer house. Their cottage peeled blue paint flecks off the mildew-spotted 2x4s that made up the home’s foundation. I’d sit on the porch swing, groaning with each solemn push of my legs, and read. Hours spent over the words of Tolkien and Lewis, out in the garden I’d water the flowerbed and lay in the grass with the aroma of the irises, sunflowers, and lilies (upwind on the stream-bank) blended around me and the cool sunlight. The velvet stains on my shorts from blackberry juice when one had grown too ripe and mushed between my fingers. Secret satisfaction of a blackberry not yet ripe – little, red taste of tart. On every side, save the one with the cottage, was a forest of oak and pine.

An adolescent elm tree grew in the back of their garden, at the entrance to the forest, and in autumn dropped a dazzling display of orange, red, and gold leaves beneath its branches and looked eerie in front of the shaded tree-line that led into the bare woods. But, now, in spring, the elm was fully covered in a veil of light green shrubbery, and the woods beyond were dark, brooded over by a dense canopy of leaves. Hoot of an owl seemed to fall dead from deep inside.”

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to read the rest of this story become a subscriber at my website, BGP Portfolio. Thank you for reading!

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took these designs and added some color

one is traditional with some digital edits, and the other is completely digital

Conceptual, pencil sketches of a small grass (called Sesares) from the World of Aeora

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Tales of Aeora, Part 2... Coming Soon!

I’m happy to announce that I’m currently hard at work on making some of the first-round of edits to the Tales of Aeora, Part 2 — and I decided to post this short summary just to get everyone prepared for what is coming out next.

Check out this link for more details! 

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Sneak preview of a rough, altitude map showing the Ananta Islands off the coast of the Freelands. This is actually the path Medeva and Emilia take in Part 1 of Tales of Aeora (albeit this map is from several decades later). The big, dark spot off the left of the islands is where Chapter 8, “The Storm,” takes place. 

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Conceptual, pencil sketches of a small grass (called Sesares) from the World of Aeora

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November 2021, News Update #1

Hey everyone!

Sorry it has been a few days since I’ve post’d anything new. With Tales of Aeora Part 1 coming to a close, and a lot of stuff going on in my personal life, I’ve found this to be a very reflective time period. November is probably going to be a slow month as I take some time to recharge and think about what I’m working on next.

Although the Tales of Aeora Part 2 is in the works, it requires some significant edits before it is ready to go public. You may see some small things released over the next couple of weeks, such as poems, artwork, or short pieces. If there is anything you want to see in the future, feel free to shoot me a message. As I’m planning what to do next, this would be a great time to get feedback! ^^

As always, thank you to everyone for your support — from whatever platform you are on — and hopefully we’ll have some new stuff coming out soon.

Thank you!

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“When Aron decided that they’d need to start wearing costumes...” 

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:/ sorry you’re going through all that

my mom passed from cancer when i was young and i always kind of feel weird on mother’s day too. usually i never even know that it is mother’s day until i see all the nice posts on social media and then it kinda hits me in a not good way :/ 

it never does really fade away, but you aren’t alone and don’t worry about venting. wishin you the best of luck~

Father’s Day is coming up this sunday… and I’m sad as fuck because my dad died of cancer a few months ago, and it’s my first Father’s Day without him

#in the feels

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Tales of Aeora (1.9)

Note from the Author: The final chapter for Part 1, yay! This chapter, and all of my previous chapters, are available in the complete Tales of Aeora Part 1 PDF at my website ^^ Thanks for reading!

The last raindrops fell on Medeva’s face as she curled up beneath the tree whose branches saved her from the storm. She couldn’t tell whether she was still crying. The roar of the whirlpool began to dull as the storm passed and the waves, once licked the tops of those cavernous islands, drained far below the marker of encrusted mollusks around each stone cliff. Medeva peered to the north and southwest and saw islands, much like her own, standing like city-sized, stone pillars above the retreating sea line. Baring her glance down the plateau was a blanket of jungle flora which danced like shadows in the purple-light of the storm from an hour earlier.

Now, however, she could make out the fat fronds of several dwarf palms, and a wide assortment of ferns decorated with vibrantly-colored seeds and flowers. Medeva stood up at dawn, when Solarus’ first beams stretched over the hazy, shimmering sea horizon, and cast’d a final glance hoping Emilia and the Kraken would bob, miraculously, into view. But they didn’t. Medeva slung her pack over her shoulder and slipped the golden elixir into her pant’s pocket, after a brief debate over whether to throw it into the ocean, and said a prayer to Luna before wiping the final tears from her face.

As Medeva approached the jungle, she noted that a thin mist bent to follow its outline across the plateau and flickered with semi-opacity in and out of the sunlight. She followed its tail with her gaze, down a valley, and when she looked back into the trees Medeva nearly jumped. There was a person standing between the ferns, past the mist, with her face half-obscured by the shade from a palm frond. But Medeva recognized the jetblack hair, the emerald eyes, and breathed, “Emilia?” as the priestess turned to run.

Medeva didn’t have time to think. She followed.

“Where are you going?” Medeva shouted. Emilia never looked back.

There was a chuckle that could’ve been the breeze. Light filtered through the jungle canopy and cascaded on the forest floor like emeralds or autumn leaves scattered by a fairy queen’s careless dance. Emilia slipped around the corner of a pygmy palm. The thick odor of smoke stuck to the air. Medeva rounded the corner, but Emilia wasn’t there. Instead a bluebird and a small bonfire in the center of a hidden grove. Medeva felt surrounded by the towering branches of a few sycamores which dominated the clearing and dwarfed the surrounding cycads. The bluebird cocked its head as she approached.

“Where did she go?” Medeva asked.

The bird paused, as if seeking an answer, then chirped happily as it flew into the bonfire. Medeva cringed as the creature dropped among the embers, its body writhing as the fire danced agreeably until it withered into a pile of ash. There was no stench. Just the smell of smoke.

Medeva jerked when she heard soft laughter above her head. There was a man lying on a branch with his feet propped against the trunk of a tree, at least fifteen feet up, his right hand holding a jagged dagger across his chest. A maroon gem, like a sparkling droplet of blood, decorated its grip. His skin as pale as Luna’s surface, but his hair brighter than the fire reflected in his dark brown — black? — eyes, alluded that he was not entirely human.

“Tricky creatures,” he said, “They only speak in metaphors.”

“Oh…” Medeva said, unsurprised, and turned to leave.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Seems a rather common predicament.”

“I suppose.”

“You see, people spend too much time thinking about where they have been.”

“Is that so?”

“Without a doubt. Maybe you should think about where you are now.”

Medeva’s eyes grew wide. She chuckled and shook her finger at him, more firmly than she intended, and turned to leave. She took two steps.

“You know you won’t be able to get back,” the man said.

Medeva stopped. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re not in Aeora anymore,” he said, shrugged, and swiveled to face the fire. “And, wherever we are, it turns out that we don’t just get to leave.”

The flickering mist…

It was as if a lamp had suddenly turned on. “No, no, no,” she breathed and ran back to the cliff-face. But, on her way, she could hear the conviction of the man’s laughter echoing through the treetops. When she got back to the spot where she’d entered the forest, she found that there was no longer a cliff overlooking the vast ocean — but only a small, placid pond in the middle of a forest. There were no streams to fill it and no reflections in the water, as if it were sustained by an unnatural force.

An assortment of trees, and vines, hung over the water’s edge and dipped their leaves into the unreflective surface where every so often a few bubbles would emerge from the mysterious depths. Transfixed by the shadowy gloss of the water, she stared off until the sun had moved midway through the sky.  At least there is day and night. She sat on the embankment, pulled out her book of shadows, and a quill that she had somehow managed to keep. She didn’t have any ink (and hadn’t thought to grab any coals from the bonfire), so she used the only thing she could think of and dipped her quill into the golden elixir.

Then, she started to write.

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