



illustrations for thermotaxia, my first published fic in… idk, years. rolls up a few of my headcanons into a single piece, set during and immediately after purgatory’s shadow/inferno’s light. for those who like their hurt/comfort with a side of mild xenobiology.

a 10min garashir doodle for @sp8sexual bc i feel guilty if its been too long and i havent drawn her any lizard man lovin
“I sat down at the end of the bar instead of going to my usual place on the second level. I wasn’t sure how long I wanted to stay; I just had to get out of the crowd and a grip on my feelings. I was in a dangerous mood.
Ever since that ridiculous holosuite program, I thought. The spy game. Well, of course it’s a game. It’s all a game. But it’s not a holosuite program. And yet, the moment Julian wounded me with his ridiculous weapon, everything changed. I thought it was a magnificent moment. He showed me that he had the spine to play the game as it ought to be played. But why then did he back off? Why couldn’t he go beyond that moment? Why did our relationship end?” — A Stitch In Time (DS9 novel) by Andrew Robinson

Finished this (very late) Christmas gift! This is the most detailed art piece I’ve done (digital or otherwise), and is the first time I’ve ever done a background in anything other than watercolor.