So at the end of the prologue we do an animated opening because I am ambitious as heck, to go over the seven year time jump from the prologue to the rest of the story and what all happened with the fallout of Joyce's sister's disappearance.
Hi Everyone!!
Welcome to the prologue of Collector! Please enjoy :)
Sound Warning towards the end
We'll be posting new video chapters of Collector to all $5+ backers every third week !
We will be releasing the next part Fri...
Hi everyone!
My goal was to have all of scene 1.1 finished and postable by today. It was a good goal, and I got close! But a fwe of Tahani's sprite assets aren't quite finished yet, so ya'll will have to enjoy a little breakfast with Joy...
Hey ya'll, hard at work on Collector! The full video capture of 1.1 will be posted next Friday, but I also plan to post lil freebie updates available to everyone.
I'm nearly finished with the polished teen Joyce asset for 1.1. She's loo...
This is my final illustration for Imago. It's bittersweet, leaving these three to continue their story without us, but also what a journey it's been. Thanks again to everyone who supported us as we told their story, who avidly read along, who disc...
2025-07-21 16:53:17 +0000 UTC View Post
"No time, lolly." Neith grabs Lyra bodily around her back and thighs, ignoring the nymph’s hissed objections. "Fetch the other one, Ian, we have to GO!"
Ian pulls himself to his feet, staggering. The world’s starting to t...
Lloyd dashes as quickly as he can, closing the distance on the trail of lights as Neith’s dragged away. If she reaches the gaping mouth -
Without giving himself time to think, he dives in after her.
The water is brown and sil...
"It’s the alp-luachra!” Lloyd says, fighting back panic. “W-we can’t outrun that! Ian, the salt! Tell me you have the - "
“Wait.” Ian holds up a hand, looking in the direction of the sound. There’s a few more cra...
Hi all! A quick update.
A little over a week ago I turned the wrong way and experienced some of the most intense pain I've ever felt in my left hip and leg. A day later, the doctor confirmed it was an acute sciatic attack.
It's b...
The kettle clicks. She stands, mechanically pours, and places a mug of peppermint tea in front of Lloyd. He picks up the mug in both hands, breathing in the steam, and takes a slow, careful sip. Sarah clears her throat, folding her hands uncomfort...
2025-06-13 16:00:22 +0000 UTC View Post
“P-please. Astraea, you’re scaring me. Let’s just…let’s just go! The door is right there!” She reaches out again. No salt barrier this time. No one to hide from and nothing to stop them, if only Astraea will let her. L’s braced...
2025-06-09 16:00:19 +0000 UTC View Post
“P-please. I've made a deal. People will die."
"What deal? Who will die?"
L twitches her head away, the ghostly after-images of his eyes dancing in her peripheral vision. If she gives him everything, she loses her leverage. &n...
A weight presses down on the room, stealing breath, silencing voices. Something rattles atop a heap of ruined baubles - a small, silver-backed mirror, the last one unshattered. A long, jagged crack bisects the glass. Alastor’s breath hitches, hi...
2025-06-04 16:15:26 +0000 UTC View Post
Lyra’s wings spread wide again, but her eyes are blank, and she’s wrapped her arms back around herself, trembling. With a start, Lloyd realises what she’s feeling. The same static that boiled up in his mind, just minutes ago. Carefully, ging...
2025-05-30 16:00:19 +0000 UTC View Post
“We’ve all been weighing in on this, but there’s one person we haven’t asked.” The youngest dryad interrupts. “Lyra.”
That attention again, all these swirling forces pressing in. Forces much bigger and much older t...
“What if someone taught me again? Would I be…able to?”
“To read?” Astraea asks. L nods. Astraea leans back, looking at the bare rafters overhead. “I don’t know.”
“Can we at least… try?” It hurts to hear h...
“I have another riddle for you. If you can answer it right, then this little hunt I’m on will go one way. Answer wrong, and, heh, well…”
He slides the knife the rest of the way through, snatches the end of the now cut fabric, and ri...
"What are you doing?!” Astraea screams. The armour scoops the helmet up. “You have to get back!! Think of Ian! Think of-"
The helmet seals over Astraea's head, cutting off her voice.
Blind with rage, L ...
“Remain still. I will remove the insect." He says, delicately reaching toward them, his palm glowing white-hot.
"ELDER BROTHER, NO!" Astraea throws herself in front of Lyra, her voice pitching up in hysterics. Evander’s hand...
"Checkmate." Helios hisses, and bites her cheek, hard enough to hurt. L's blood turns to ice.
"That's - y-you can't - " Her ribs feel too tight, crushing the breath from her. "You can't!"
Her voice is too high.
T...
L pulls herself back together, but not quite willing to trust her legs with her full weight. Her eyes flick over to Puck. "What's a reliquary?"
"You'll see." Puck grins.
Bʲen extends a thin, almost translucent arm. Her fingern...
Hi everyone! Heart here!
As of a week ago Friday, the...
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To Ian, there's something ti...
"Let her go!” Lloyd demands,...
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It took an hour by road to reach their...
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The bedroom door is already open, w...
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"...Astraea?"
L stands un...
Chains on her wrists and ankles, garbed in nothing but a ragged white dress, L is marched down the earthen corridors by eight brutish trolls. The polished granite on either side gives way to glittering white crystal, shimmering and fading to...
2025-01-28 17:21:55 +0000 UTC View Post