iiinova — where your digital self keeps evolving

Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 09/07/2026

Of course one of our brightest stars would have a cruel gravitic pull. But it only is so for it wishes to remain whole, and continue having a universe to spin around. And I think his cruelty, when controlled, is incredibly worthwhile a thing to have <3. #redactedaudio

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 02/07/2026

Who comes in the dead of night? #leniyzhuravel #pavomakarov (Linework in the thread below) (Repost because something went wrong with the original version of this post. No clue why but I only now noticed.)

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 02/07/2026

A little fox, in all its curiosity, managed to make its way up into the stars. And it fell back onto the earth one day, with a mouth full of questions. Welcome back Vulpecula, my darling Warden! Restyled and much more ethereal and space-like, and I think it's fitting. #redactedasmr #redactedaudio

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 10/06/2026

Two baddies are judging you from across the bar... what do you do? (Brushing the dust off my old Redacted designs and giving them a new coat of paint is fun. Though Milo and Sweetheart barely needed any changes at all. Good job younger me.) #redactedaudio #redactedasmr

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 14/05/2026

Happy birthday to my favourite gadfly! His hair has always been a favourite element of mine so... why not put some focus on it? After all, he has a reputation to upkeep, so maintenance needs done. #obscuravn

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 23/04/2026

"You're also here to watch the show?" #leniyzhuravel (Linework in the thread below)

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 17/04/2026

Smoke in the winter wind. #leniyzhuravel (Linework in the thread below)

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 13/04/2026

Why worry what goes on behind closed doors and drawn curtains? #leniyzhuravel (Linework in the thread below)

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 09/04/2026

If you're at a formal dinner at least have some fun with it. #pavomakarov (Linework in the thread below)

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 05/04/2026

"This time it was Halcyon who squeezed [Petrichor's] hands, and it felt like an embrace." Fanart of Snowblooded by @emmasternerradley.bsky.social! (Small note... the clothing shades represent whose they are. :))

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 04/04/2026

Aladdin (the original animated version as I must unfortunately clarify) has been on the mind as of late. Thanks Twisted Wonderland and The Royal Ballet for reminding me. (Linework in the thread below)

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 03/04/2026

When by bright lights, all the shadows melt into one endless dark. #leniyzhuravel

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 02/04/2026

Sometimes the most inhuman creature is simply a person who knows too much. Sees too far. The sun sees everything, and that is a blinding thing.

A young woman, warmly dressed, staring at the viewer with glowing eyes. Her hair flows sharply outward, her fingers around the glowing eye with which she peers through, the light of the sun behind her.
She stands in front of the manuscript border around her, only some hair falling behind. The yellows and oranges of her light contrasting with the greens and blues of her dress.
She is drawn in a painterly style, strokes obvious and textured.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 01/04/2026

Metal is refined and moulded by human hands, like a dog. Trained, bent into shape, with care. But there is still wildness in that loyalty. One can't forget that.

A digital painting of a seated soldier, helmeted and armoured, made of metal. From above, hot, almost molten metal streams into the wolflike helmet. Then below is what appears to be a person, though only clear by the face, as every other section of them is covered with armour. And where legs would be, extends a torrent of chains and weapons.

The colours are hot and bright, darkening to a copper green. The soldier is solidly sat, the border merely a suggestion that he pushes out of with ease. The colouring is done in a painterly style with broad strokes and light texture.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 31/03/2026

Animals are confounding. They protect their own. They live with one another. They are far away. They are at our doors. All that is clear is that they are not us.

A digital illustration of an amalgimate creature, back turned but still tilting its head just enough to look back at the viewer. It has a human head and torso, along with wolflike ears and antlers. On its back are a pair of crane wings and a small peak of its hands behind them, and below the torso a deer's body.

The reds and yellows of the creature are warm, while the sky surrounding it is a stark indigo, the moon shining in contrasting colour to the being in front of it, pushing past the borders of the page. The colouring is done in a painterly style, textured and lightly scribbly.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 28/03/2026

House spirits treat you as you treat your home. A messy home will bring things lost, a cleaning day will bring a gift. And one wonders why pets have such knowing eyes.

A digital illustration of an older woman, sitting and tending to a fireplace, smoke trailing slowly up. But the woman, though dressed in homely slavic clothes, seems off in ways. A cat pelt draped over her shoulders, and a tail in front of her shifting to a broom, with her cat-like gaze fixed on the viewer.

Around her is an ornate border of old illustrative style. The piece is rendered in painterly strokes with light texture, warm purples and yellows blending to be homely and bright.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 27/03/2026

Stone doesn't move. It simply sits, waits, and one day either is worn away, or shattered. Shattered in the particular way most inconvenient to the one doing so, of course.

A digital painting of a creature, appearing like a sculpture of a person, squatting down and starring off into the distance. Its arm, knees, and torso shattered, where crystals grow, along with a hole in its head erupting with those same purple stones, though the figure is entirely undisturbed.
The colours are soft, blues, teals, and purples, all folding into each other and yet painfully cold to the eye, in contrast to the border around it, intricate and warm like old maneuscript pages.

The piece is rendered in a painterly style, strokes obvious and sharp, bringing out the bright lights and soft shapes of the perfectly carved, and cracking, figure.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 27/03/2026

Wind flits about as it likes, and holds little regard for anything but its movement and very self. A light breeze and a windstorm come from the same source, playing without regard for your life.

A digital illustration of a playful woman, hair blowing in the wind, as her torso dissolves into a mass of spiralling clouds, highlighted by a bright moon behind her. While her face and hair are defined, the rest of her fades into the spiral, appearing almost like flowing fabric of a dress in form, as if her body is but an image made out in the clouds.

The colours are soft blues on her, and browns lighting her and emanating from the moon behind. Around her is a border of ornate illustrative detailwork, though much of her hair and the spiral push out of it with playful disregard. The style is painterly, with large strokes and scribbly painted sections evoking a layered physical look.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 25/03/2026

Every light casts a shadow, every flame brings smoke and ash, every bit of knowledge is wrenched into the light. It is the one thing that no light can replicate, that knows what cannot be known and hears what cannot be heard. If a tree falls in the forest, no one may here, but the shadow watches.

A digital illustration of a person, made of pure darkness, craddling the moon, only visible by the bright pink light it casts upon them. Their long hair coils like flowing smoke, ravens forming and flying through, made of that same smokey air. The body is mostly formed but fading at times into the hair and the darkness behind. Though its eyes glow, as do those of every bird, seeing and watching.

The illustration is within an ornate historical border, though the smoke floats out of it with reckless abandon. The colours are cool and dark, but pink-red glowing against a blue like the night sky. The piece is rendered in a textured, painterly way, with large strokes that show through some of the colour beneath.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 25/03/2026

The earth grows, and withers. Plants frost and thaw. Everything is in balance. What need have you to do much of anything then, besides maintain the cycles. There will be another spring.

A digital illustration of a humanoid creature sitting amongst tree roots. It stares at the viewer, dead eyed and uninterested, arms propped up on its knees, fungi growing from its body, the soft light of the moon more akin to sunlight coming into a tunnel's entrance. It is nearly statuesque, skin and hair both the texture of carved wood, expression unreadable as one of the roots coils around its mouth, while others around arms and legs and over its stomach, growing out of the border that the creature remains firmly inside.

The work has a border, as if in an old illustrated manuscript, and the painting itself is rendered with large, somewhat scratchy strokes, as if painted. The colours of green and orange both feel at home in a forest scene, both interspersed with brown of the earth.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 23/03/2026

The burning flame is most evident in the mind: Ever hungry, bright, and ever-changing. A genius needs always new material, an artist always a new subject. They burn out fast given little, but so too can spark a wildfire.

A digital illustration of a man from the side, formally dressed, staring upwards at some sky. from his lips and eyes curl flames, flaring down around his body, and up over his head, like a peacock or perhaps a moose's antlers. Behind him a center set moon gives off a green glow, in contrast to the red flames.

The fire creeps out from the border it's all set in, decorated like a historical illustration. The brushwork is scratchy and painterly, with contrasting colours.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 22/03/2026

Water is known for taking on any shape, and reflecting from within and without. But so too does water have no colour or shape, only there by that which it bounces right back at us. So what, prey tell, would a water spirit's true shape even be?

A digital painting of a woman within an ornate illustrated border. Her back is turned, an arm behind it, a slavic dress draping and twisting around her, as with the torrent of water rushing in a spiral upward. The water itself forms a snake's head, staring at the viewer along with her, though it is only this woman who carries a careful, mischievous smile, while the snake is open mouthed like a dragon. Behind and through them shines the light of a moon, perfectly centered.

The style is heavy in brushstrokes and scribbly colouring, lending a hand painted quality, the colours a mix of cold water and orange light.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 19/03/2026

Portrait of Volya's eccentric family.... don't they look so happy indeed?

A digital painting of a family portrait, all draped in slavic wear and various reds, blacks, and whites. The mother and father, sit in the middle on a couch, the mother draping herself over her husband's shoulder, one hand on her knee the other brushing his cheek. Her dark curls frame her face like a halo, and the tattoos under her lips and over her brows make her smirk even more sly.

The father sits proud and severe, sword in hand, greying hairs and pale eyes reflecting the light behind him.

To his side, his youngest daughter, no older than 12, stands hugging his shoulder, hair braided with ribbon and flowers.
Behind her is her second eldest brother, strong and soldier-esque, cornrows leading back to a large ponytail.

Behind Katerina leans her eldest son, Volya, twins with the previous, hair pulled half up and pose relaxed, smiling forward lightly, tattoos on his forehead and lips like his mother, though with different designs.

And beside them to the other side is a slim and quiet young woman, a middle sister, with a long braid and her hands over a book, red overcoat covered in detailed embroidery on the sleeves.

Behind them is a massive window, revealing a mountainous expanse, and a rising sun over the landscape, reflecting over the family, and onto the small table to their side with some books and candlesticks upon it.

The entire piece is painted in pinks, soft and bright, and in a textured and painterly way evocative of oils or pastels.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 18/03/2026

When the garden is abandoned and starts to rot, what can a lone angel do but beg? #cookierunkingdom #pavlovacookie

A digital illustration of Pavlova, in some form between youthful and adult, seated on the ground in front of a cracking statue, a bright pink light almost seeming to weigh him down from behind. His wings are clipped and awkward, his body slumped with his chiton draping haphazrdly over him, as he puts his hands to his chest and begs, tears running down his face, to leave. Behind him, the garden of delights is a horrific and lonely sight, the trees wilting and eyes rolling, and the statue before him is high above, with the viewer only seeing its feet.

It is coloured in messy and painterly strokes, pinks clashing with dark and sombre blues.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 18/03/2026

Cookie Run Sketches Part 4: Burning Spice!! Plus a genderbend where I got to play around with more Shiva imagery. I love her design a lot. #cookierunkingdom #burningspicecookie

A digital sketch of Burning Spice, standing with his back turned, hand on his hip and the other on his Parashu, pleased and proud. His hair falls over his shoulder, showing of the contours of his back, his antennae curving backwards like horns, and he looks back at the viewer, shark toothed, threatening.

A digital sketch of Burning Spice, but in a feminine form. Her hair is braided and strewn with hibiscus, a saree draped over her muscular form, as well as a thin veil over her hair. She is covered in jewellery, a golden snake around one arm, bracelets, rings, beaded necklaces and earrings. On her forehead is a triangle with three lines on each side, a symbol of Shiva. Even if she looks more like a 'regular person' in this form, the signs of her power and divinity, and her being Burning Spice are still evident, in the burning of her eyes, the strength of her arms, the pride with which she sits.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 16/03/2026

Assorted Cookie Run Sketches Part 3: Affogato Cookie! My first favourite from this game who I love very much. He's a beauty... #cookierunkingdom #affogatocookie

A digital sketch of Affogato, standing tall and proud, a fur draped over his shoulder that he caresses as a dramatic villainess would her dear cat. In his other hand is his pewter staff, the rings clanging together obscuring some of his face. He looks mildly peeved, perhaps even judgemental, but stoic.

A pair of digital sketches of Affogato. In the first, he sits leaning back against his arm, his cheongsam flowing dramatically over his arms and legs, looking happily at a small vial in his free hand. Whatever is in it is a mystery, but with that look it can't be anything good.

In the second, he appears to be leaning over the viewer, one hand close by while the other is curled in front of his face, as if hiding the suspicious chuckle coming from him. His headpiece, from that angle, almost looks like a pair of devilish horns.

A digital Illustration of Affogato, but without his usual outfits and fineries. Instead, he simply sits, relaxed, one hand over his torso, the other propped up by the elbow somewhere off screen. He is draped in a cloth that only hides part of his figure, and looks at the viewer sideways with a smirk, confident and almost enamoured. He looks in a way more like a greek statue than a man.

A digital sketch of Affogato, simple and clear, close to his face as he brings his hands together, a puff of air coming from his lips. His cheeks and nose are lightly flushed, his brows tight, as he looks down. Perhaps warming his hands, perhaps praying. For what have he to be so concerned over, while his hair remains perfectly styled and his clothes draping elegantly as ever.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 13/03/2026

Assorted Cookie Run Sketches Part 1. These specifically are focused on Shadow Milk/Pure Vanilla... and Black Sapphire for fun. #cookierunkingdom #shadowmilkcookie #purevanillacookie #blacksapphirecookie

A page of doodles of Shadow Milk cookie in human form, all sharp angles and swooping lines. He lays on the top half of the page, propped up on one hand with the other on his waist, giggling down. Below is a pensive face, sallow cheeks puffed out and hands in front of his chin. And in the third he is turned to the side, an almost flirty expression on his face and a single finger pressed up to his lip.

A set of digital sketches of Pure Vanilla Cookie. In the largest, waist up, he is smiling and laughing, a hand loose in front of his face and regalia draping dramatically down. To the side is a sketch if his pensive, almost sad look as he gazes somewhere far away. And the third, drawn from below, shows him without all his finery, hair down and wet, looking over with a curious glance.

A digital sketch of Truthless Recluse and Shadow Milk, in a staredown. Truthless Recluse, tall and stoic, is pushing into Shadow Milk's space, glaring down with a loose stance, one finger hooked under Shadow Milk's chin to force his gaze up. While Shadow Milk is backed into a corner, leaning on a desk, he seems instead to look up with an almost pleased, teasing expression.

A pair of digital sketches of Black Sapphire Cookie. In the first, his back is turned though he still looks back at the audience, pulling his lower back wings apart with a proud dramatic stance. In the second, focused in on his face, he looks forward smiling, a finger in front of his lips as if he were pondering, though his eyes are sharp and focused, his gem earring glittering.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 11/03/2026

'Volya' my dearest... I will be posting more of him in time (once I finish up my backlog), for he is quite dear to me. He is a peacock of a man this old piece does not do him justice.

A digital painting of Volya, a young sly man with a sharp nose, dark hair undertoned with red, and facial tattoos. On his forehead are curves and lines resembling a glowing sun, and from his lips run 4 lines down to his neck. He is sat, a bandaged hand propped up in front of his face, fur lined coat over his shoulders, looking off to the side with a playful smile.

The piece is filled with warm red-browns, and backlit with pale teal. It's rendered in strong painterly strokes.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 10/03/2026

Being a prodigy is a lovely thing, and sometimes love for the craft can sustain one for a lifetime. #essekthelyss #themightynein #criticalrole

Digital illustration of Essek Thelyss stands with his back turned but head tilted to look at the viewer, draped in pale formal robes. Trees and a fountain are silhouetted behind him as the light from a small black hole emanates from his hand. And he is smug about it too, looking back with pride.
The illustration is rendered with large and visible painterly strokes, soft greys and purples standing out from the bright blue and orange, and utter darkness, of the black hole in Essek's hand.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 09/03/2026

"I'm sorry... It doesn't fix this but- I'm sorry..." "Then be better, Thelyss." #criticalrole #themightynein #calebwidogast #essekthelyss

A digital illustration of a tense conversation between Essek and Caleb under the deck of a ship. Essek is slouched and sobbing, looking into Caleb's eyes. Caleb is holding his face in both hands, a terse expression on his face, but even angry it is not explosive.

The illustration is soft with contrasting warm orange and soft purple glows, and rendered with large painterly strokes.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 08/03/2026

Sometimes drinks help with planning how to fix things... and sometimes idiots just make you need a drink. (Or 5). #themightynein #criticalrole #essekthelyss

Essek Thelyss is sat at his desk, draped in formal white attire, drink swirling in his hand, looking over his notes in a cluttered study, surrounded by books and models of the beacon and a half full glass bottle. The light from his window is harsh against the side of his face, and he shields his eyes from it, grumbling and conflicted. The piece is rendered with large strokes and painterly texture, with an uncanny teal light against the soft purples of the background.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 07/03/2026

Essek's home was so barren when the nein first came around... but I think it's different now. (And each of the Nein is represented here. Can you work out who is who?) #themightynein #essekthelyss #criticalrole

A digital illustration of Essek Thelyss sitting and writing at his desk, from his perspective. He has a paper and quill in hand, a cup of tea on his desk, along with a heap of books. A plant sits off to one side and a flower crown hangs over his windowsil. Underneath it is a traveller statue, a small makeup pallet, and in one of his books a Cobalt Soul bookmark hanging loose. He has a pirate hat paperweight to hold down one of his document stacks, and underneath it all a red desk mat with a magic sigil. The piece is warm orange and cool blue, endered with clear textured lines and a painterly feel.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 07/03/2026

Do you think he ever sat under the Xhorhaus tree while the Nein were away? I do. (Reposting because I deleted the original like a fool. My bad.) #criticalrole #essekthelyss #themightynein

A digital illustration of Essek Thelyss, seen from below, as he sits under the light of a magnificent tree under the night sky. His hands are folded over his waist, deep in thought with a saddened expression on his face. The colours are bright pink and muted green, rendered in large textured and painterly strokes.

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Vega Lysov @vega-ly-art.bsky.social · 03/03/2026

The feywild is a wonderful place for chance encounters. How have you been old friend? #criticalrole #themightynein #essekthelyss #calebwidogast #shadowgast

Digital Illustration Essek Thelyss and Caleb Widogast are making their way down a feywild path, the grass lush and purple and the sky swirling with colour. Caleb is squatting down next to a familiar cat, scratching it under the chin contently, while Essek floating beside watches with a formal but pleased expression.

The piece is rendered with clean strokes and textured painterly lines.

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