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Painted another figure, now I need to find a goth hottie to give this idol to.

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what an incredible game, I remembered why I became an artist

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𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕖𝕕.

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Had the itch to draw Gale with glasses 💜

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Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (2025) dev. Sandfall Interactive Lune the Mage

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The Weave

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I’ve had a couple people ask for prints so I made a preorder! I’ll have prints with me at c2e2 as well but the shop will be stocked next week! Shop link is in my bio.

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robbing cazador's vault in the counting house together 🥰

(they forgot he doesn't show up in photos so the pictures just look like the bag is floating. it's in a frame on their mantle.)

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Forever by your side

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The BOIS 🗡️⚡️🩸

(or, the Gals Part Two, if you will.)

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i like to think durge and orin used to be close before the lobotomization incident

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it's giving princess celestia

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had to draw people's favorite princess. i haven't finished the game but i'm so in love with her already

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The camp is quiet. Shadowheart curled by the fire, Gale sleeping with a book half-open. Moonlight spills over the ruins like soft silver paint. Tav sit alone by the fire. Her other companions sleep nearby, but her thoughts are somewhere else entirely.

She then hears soft footsteps. Not real, but remembered. A figure from the past appears like a memory stepping out of the trees.

Tav (quietly): “…i wasn’t sure if you’d show up again.”

Him (smiling faintly): “me neither. i had a tale i really wanted to tell you.”

He sits beside her, resting his elbows on his knees, watching the fire…

Him: “been keeping it in my head. half-finished. like most of my songs.”

Tav: “why didn’t you send it?”

Him: (soft exhale) “because you were in a cursed land. and i didn’t want to be the thing that dragged you deeper.” (he pauses) “we made a promise. even if we never said it out loud.”

Tav: “i remember.” (she studies the flames, her voice is low) “but i would’ve read it. even if it hurt. even if it was goodbye disguised as fiction.”

Him: “it wasn’t goodbye.” (he looks at her now, truly looks) “it was about two people; one who played music to forget, and one who fought in silence to heal. they met somewhere between a broken tavern and a forest full of traps. and for a little while… they were safe.”

Tav: “…did they make it?”

Him: “no.” (he says it gently, without bitterness) “but they both survived. and every time the bard played after that, his fingers remembered the sound of her laugh.”

Tav (softly): “and she never forgot how it felt to be seen.”

A long silence passes between her thought . It’s not heavy. It’s… sacred.

Him (rising): “i still carry you, you know. in the spaces between my songs.”

Tav: “and i carry you in every story i don’t tell.”

He smiles, the kind of smile that aches and heals all at once.

Him: “may your path lead you to peace, even if i’m not on it.”

Tav: “and may your blades stay sharp. even the ones you hide behind melodies.”

He fades. The fire crackles. The story is never sent, but somehow… it was… told.

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God’s favorite princess<3

11.8 hours on procreate

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confession time:

when i don’t play as a paladin, as soon as i reach lv 3, i hire kerz and purposely break his oath so this badass mf oathbreaker knight stays at my camp til the end of the game, lol

𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖗. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑.

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