Elly!
@laceandsilk.bsky.social
I'm a lesbian first and a chronically ill/disabled artist also first. I draw when I’m able and also make music. currently working on a project called #Dyskrasias . she/her
More of my work at: yoccu.tumblr.com
Art only account: ellyfarren.tumblr.com
More of my work at: yoccu.tumblr.com
Art only account: ellyfarren.tumblr.com
The Lancet reveals the true nature of her needlepoint-spear, contracting it into naught but the ornate base, the vial, and the blood-letting blade.
She grips the point tight to the flesh of her stomach for a brief, agonizing moment of realization for Castrel.
#dyskrasias
She grips the point tight to the flesh of her stomach for a brief, agonizing moment of realization for Castrel.
#dyskrasias
December 4, 2025 at 3:02 PM
The Lancet reveals the true nature of her needlepoint-spear, contracting it into naught but the ornate base, the vial, and the blood-letting blade.
She grips the point tight to the flesh of her stomach for a brief, agonizing moment of realization for Castrel.
#dyskrasias
She grips the point tight to the flesh of her stomach for a brief, agonizing moment of realization for Castrel.
#dyskrasias
In another place, at another time, a dark feathered beast, kin of the Aves, crosses the Abyssal Plains.
Where her footsteps–handprints–fall, light is called forth like full moons from the night denied eternally to these skies.
Above and below are not so different in her Plains.
#dyskrasias
Where her footsteps–handprints–fall, light is called forth like full moons from the night denied eternally to these skies.
Above and below are not so different in her Plains.
#dyskrasias
October 22, 2025 at 12:59 PM
In another place, at another time, a dark feathered beast, kin of the Aves, crosses the Abyssal Plains.
Where her footsteps–handprints–fall, light is called forth like full moons from the night denied eternally to these skies.
Above and below are not so different in her Plains.
#dyskrasias
Where her footsteps–handprints–fall, light is called forth like full moons from the night denied eternally to these skies.
Above and below are not so different in her Plains.
#dyskrasias
As the darkness clears, they find themselves no longer in Mare Oblivium, but in a luminous, frigid plain of ice and barren trees.
This is Dove’s firmament, Lacus Khion, where footsteps echo against the frozen lake’s surface.
A safe, bitter place that the Harbinger calls her own.
#dyskrasias
This is Dove’s firmament, Lacus Khion, where footsteps echo against the frozen lake’s surface.
A safe, bitter place that the Harbinger calls her own.
#dyskrasias
October 18, 2025 at 7:34 PM
As the darkness clears, they find themselves no longer in Mare Oblivium, but in a luminous, frigid plain of ice and barren trees.
This is Dove’s firmament, Lacus Khion, where footsteps echo against the frozen lake’s surface.
A safe, bitter place that the Harbinger calls her own.
#dyskrasias
This is Dove’s firmament, Lacus Khion, where footsteps echo against the frozen lake’s surface.
A safe, bitter place that the Harbinger calls her own.
#dyskrasias
When shadows blacken the firmaments of the Abyssal Plains, a soft, warm light sometimes follows, as if to soothe the darkness’ fear of itself.
#dyskrasias
#dyskrasias
October 5, 2025 at 2:20 PM
When shadows blacken the firmaments of the Abyssal Plains, a soft, warm light sometimes follows, as if to soothe the darkness’ fear of itself.
#dyskrasias
#dyskrasias