BEFORE YOU INTERACT
- You may not use my artwork for your RPs/Face claims/Game tokens/ETC. If you want to use my art, commission me.
- My characters are created for my own personal projects, none of them are for sale nor are they free for use.
- My commissions are open, but my health limits my work capacity so I only take a couple at a time. If you're interested, you can be put onto my waiting list! It closes if I have 10 in my queue, so keep an eye on the banner above if you're interested. You can also sign up for notifications when it reopens by visiting my info page.
- If you send me a message, please be upfront about what it is you are messaging me about or I am unlikely to respond.
- I am uninterested in roleplaying with strangers.
Harrie :: '96 / :: They/Them :: Disabled White Lesbian
Hi, nice to meet you! I'm a comic artist and author and occasional webdev, and much of my time is focused on working on Heart of the Storm and preparing it for release. I have also dabbled a little bit in game dev, and would one day like to explore it a little further—I'm just currently a little busy focusing on commissions and comic work.
Diosmaden is the name of the world my stories are set in. It's not a particularly elaborate setting, I just wanted a world where monstrous fantasy creatures were as common place as things like elves and dwarves. I was a big fan of dragons as a kid, and those 00s anime drawings of half demon half angel girls and who would I be if I didn't use my creative skills to cater to the dreams of my 12 year old self? So you'll see a lot of that.
I'm here on Toyhouse to have a central place to collect information about my stories and characters and original art that I make. As such I primarily code for myself first and foremost for this purpose and the vast majority of what I post is related to my OCs, but I may occasionally release layouts for the public on this account. If I've coded something for myself and you think it would be useful to you as well, you can ask if I'll release it and I may consider it.
"She looks more and more like her father every day," Charity says, voice soft and tinged with some complex emotions, watching the little purple cambion girl swing a hefty stick around the flower blanketed garden, giggling gleefully, her twintailed black braids bouncing wildly behind her as she chases imaginary foes that only her little yellow eyes can see. Every now and then the pitter patter of her little cloven hooves clatters its way onto the cobblestone before being buried again in the grass