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Happy Pride Month 2025

please don’t use or steal my drawings and animations, thank you for your understanding

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Just Look My Way

A drawing that I've done in reference to the music "Just look my way" who's official video got recently published

Ps : please don't use or steal my drawings and animations, thank you for your understanding

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Happy Halloween

Happy Halloween !

From :

- Grim => My fursona [ Hybrid raven/rabbit + vampire ] - Hellse => My best friend fursona [ Hybrid fox/gekko ] - Foxibiki => Foxibiki fursona [ Hybrid fox/dragon ]

This drawing was made by me to celebrate the day of Halloween.

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Bad omens

"...you idiot, we could've been...us.”

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Death "I am death straight up"

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Andrealphus Andrealphus, the peacock demon.

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Absence

Hi everyone.

I hope you're all doing well. I've wanted to say sorry for my lack of drawing in the past few months, as well as the lack of regular uploading in general.

I'm in my last year of study, which mean that if everything goes well I should be going into the work industry by the end of august. The thing is, my university gave me almost all of my major assignments this month so I've been lacking time for drawing currently.

It SHOULD be all back to normal by the middle of April.

But till then, I hope you'll excuse my absence.

If I can draw a few things before then I will post it.

Till then, see you soon.

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Water Rabbit A drawing of a rabbit made out of water. This drawing was made by me, for a contest on a game called Ovipets.

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The lamb cult of the lamb I had to do it

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The notes of a deadly love [ Page 4 ]

The festive mask

As those words, is being spoken, in the sacred cathedral of Notre Dame. Deep inside the city, just below the feet of the citizens, there could be found, another story to being spoken. A story, who seems sensibly similar, and yet, so much different. A story, between siblings, who will trigger the chain of events to come... events who they could never even begin to imagine their existence, or consequences. There, in the middle of the vivid little city, the one we call The Court of Miracle, the place who now is the most seeks. We could find two gypsies arguing, siblings no less. But it's there my friend where our dear little story begins.

Stomping her naked feet on the cold dirty stone floor, Esmeralda follows the one who was the keeper of her freedom...or at least, the one she sees as such. Her dark hair flowing behind her, she was determined to not let her big brother go, or at least, not before he let her be part of the feast of fools.

Esmeralda : "I'm not going to let this one go Clopin, you know I won't! You can't keep me here forever, you have to let me go at some point "

At this, her brother stops walking, forcing Esmeralda to do the same. Sighing heavily before turning to be in front of her. It wasn't the first time they have that conversation, and he always had hope each time would be the last... But none of them were. So , with the most serious face he could muster he answered.

Clopin : "I don't have to do anything Esmeralda, we already got through this remember ? "

He said in a calm voice, but which betrayed a little how annoyed he was to have this conversation again. The oh so famous self proclaimed king of gypsies was maybe not known to be the type of person who gets annoyed very easily. But towards her little sister he was known to be very protective about. Even too protective as some would say. However, something was sure for any person who knows them even in the slightest.

It's that, no matter how much those two were yelling, one could never truly live without the other. As, even if they got more than one reason to be mad at each other, they still were there for one another. Yet this relation didn't quite help in the matters who were now at hands.Esmeralda who was more than just angry to be treated like that by her own brother, crossed her arms on her chest.

Esmeralda : "Do you think I'm stupid? I'm 16 years old Clopin, I'm not a kid anymore, you know how much I hate to stay here while everyone going outside. I'm going with you, and that's final"

Clopin, now frowning, step a little closer to her sister, his sleigh bells attached to his chest, tinkled as he moved towards her. But before he could even say a word, her sister continued.

Esmeralda : "And do not use this damn rumor as an excuse. I known them as well you do. And I'm shocked you even believe them in the slightest. The minister all but kind hearted, I know that, but to say he's an actual monster, it's ridiculous..."

She said before letting go of her frowning face and go toward her brother with a slight calm demeanor.

Esmeralda "You were the first one to tell me to not trust in fairy tales when I was a child..."

Clopin "...I know"

Answer Clopin sighing. Oh, he should have seen it coming. The rumors of the citizens of Paris, telling to any who could believe them, that the minister was a monster coming from the deepest pit of hell, weren't even believed by a good part of the citizens themselves. How could he have believed this would work. Defeated, he put one of his gloved hands on the naked shoulder of her little sister, who was looking at him with hope burning in her pure green eyes.

Clopin " Alright, you won...But you have to promise me, to stay as much away from the judge as possible, understood?"

Esmeralda who smiles with joy kiss her brother cheek, happy.

Esmeralda " I promise"

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Kudaai cult of the lamb

Just of fan art of Kudaai, in the video game "The cult of the lamb" And if you are wondering what he is supposed to be in this drawing, know that I drew him as a shoebill.

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Clauneck cult of the lamb

Our favorite tarot player. Right from the game The Cult of the lamb.

I know it's never specified what species he is, but I like to imagine him as a bird ^^'.

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The notes of a deadly love [ Page 3 ]

The freak

There was a long and heavy silence. A silence who for Quasimodo could only bring the worst. Quasimodo whom was looking at his master, sitting back calmly in his chair, forgetting to hide his long and pointy ears back in his hat. It is the sight of those ears that brings a little smile on the hunchback face. He remembered in the past, when he was a child, he got the bad idea to call his master a cat because of those, and the fact that these ears were moving according to his emotion didn't help. Oh, how he got scolded that day...

But obviously the smile of Quasimodo was enough for Frollo to understand that something was off. He did not usually smile in his presence, except when he was a child. Which makes this smile of his even more out of place. And of course, this smile was't really appreciated by the judge either, whom was taking this smile as a sign of disrespect in his regard. However, luckily for him, Quasimodo lose his smile. Especially when he saw the demeanor of his master change, from the neutral expression he usually have to the harsh and menacing look he always harbors when his master feels disrespected.

The silence of the room remain. Yet Frollo was the first to break it, speaking exceptionally calmly, especially after what just happen.

Frollo : " Tell me Quasimodo...what do you think will happen if you go outside?"

At this question the bell ringer didn't have any answers. What could he expect? He only wanted to see what outside was, he wanted to see the people he saw so many years from his tower, he only wanted ...to see what it was like...to pass a day not above them, but part of them. But it seem that his master didn't really expect him to answer , as he continue to talk after a little while.

Frollo " what do you think will happen if they saw you Quasimodo?"

The hunchback got the impression that a dagger was pulled in his heart. However this time he got something to say.

Quasimodo "t-they won't.. I could hide myself...master...please. I just want to see how it's like...just one day"

He said, looking at his master desperate, joining his hand, like he was praying and begging, his master to listen. But as an answer Frollo sign heavily, passing his hand across his face.

Frollo: "Quasimodo, this world is not a world for you"

Quasimodo: ".. what...what do you mean?" he asks confused

Frollo: "This world is cruel, This world is wicked...it is not a world to live in for someone as pure as you"

The sentence of his master, confused even more Quasimodo...it was...strange...for him to say such a thing, especially in his regard. So as an answer, the hunchback looked at his master with pure confusion. He watches him standing up from his chair and going calmly toward him. Shivering in fear, when he plunged his thin and cold fingers into his reddish hair. Plunging his eyes into the ones of his master.

Frollo: " I cannot let this filthy world corrupt you, Quasimodo. Especially knowing what will happen if they saw you"

Quasimodo "w.. what will happen?"

When Quasimodo ask this question Frollo put his hand away from the face of the young bell ringer. His face who was peaceful, just a moment ago took a more serious demeanour in a fraction of seconds. And his answer was as much neutral as his face...which make it somewhat even more oppressive.

Frollo " They will see you as a monster Quasimodo...they will hate you, scorn and jeer you. Because out there, the only thing that import, the only thing the people always judge ...is what they see. You will be no more than a curiosity at best, or a creature at worst. And no matter what you will try to prove otherwise, they will never listen...do you know why Quasimodo?"

The hunchback, whose eyes were full of tears, looks away from his master's eyes, in shame to even have thought to go outside... He couldn't bare the idea of being such a thing in the eyes of others. How could he ever have been that much stupid? How could he? And from the silence of the room, the only answer who got out of the crooked mouth of the hunchback was...

"Because ...this world is cruel...and wicked"

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Rabbits Just a quick sketch of a bunch of rabbits

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Clopin Trouillefou werewolf

Since I like to draw Frollo as a vampire, why not draw Clopin as a werewolf?

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Warning to thieves

Hi everyone. Just a little warning here. I've noticed recently that some people have published some of my drawings on pinterest without even asking me, or even linking my profile or my work. So I'm going to be crystal clear here. No, I don't want my work to be published by someone else, especially without out credit…so if you see someone that isn't me, publishing my art without any credit, please let me know…and for the ones of you out there who did this…note this… I will do everything in my capacity to claim every drawing of mine you've stolen without permission, nor credit…. you have my words

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The notes of a deadly love [ Page 2 ]

The pleading

There, out of this voluptuous drape of pure darkness, at the bottom of a crooked stairs, which was so long that we could not even see the end , came out, the one whom we know under the name Claude Frollo. . . Climbing up the stairs he wonders if in his all life he has ever witnessed someone who called him by his first name? Not even his family ever dares to call him in such a way...and does that really matter? Now that he is here, between the walls of the Sainte Notre Dame, as the mighty judge whom take some of his precious time to visit his proteger? No, of course not.

What did matter, however, is to ensure that Quasimodo didn't have the stupid idea to think that going out to witness the Feast of Fools was a good idea. And oh, how much the insistence of the hunchback contributes to make the day of this unholy feast the one he hates the most. Feast where he could witness, those cursed gypsies, dancing and laughing under his nose. Without the possibility for him to do anything about it. Just to picture this, it almost makes him sick.

Nevertheless, buried into his thought, he didn't even realise he was already at the top of the wooden stairs. This crooked and rotten wooden stairs whom lead to the top of the bell tower. There, he could witness the hunchback looking at this little wooden statue of his own making. Like he expected this one to talk to him. Like his "friends" made of stone, perhaps, friends that the judge even thought to chained up to make sure they wouldn't budge from their places. But he even wonders if it would really prevent anything , to do such a thing. As he came closer, Quasimodo finally noticed the presence of the one he called master. Bowing down a little, almost feeling the heavy presence of the judge pressing on his hunched back

Quasimodo : "good morning master " He mutters avoiding any eye contact by pure respect of the stature of the man who was in front of him

Frollo : "dear boy, what were you doing ?" He asks while putting gently, his wicker basket on the old wooden table while keeping his eyes on the deformed bell ringer

The hunchback, in front of the question of his master, dares to straighten to look into his glowing, reddish, eyes before giving an answer. Standing up from his chair as he speaks.

Quasimodo " Nothing, sir...nothing, I was just thinking of something...that's all"

He said while realising he has forgot to prepare the table for their weekly lunch. Taken aback Quasimodo walking as rapidly as he could, to retrieve what he needed to set the table. Not forgetting of course that his master never needed more than his stylish metal glass for eating with him. Glass which he always filled with the liquid contained in his glass bottle of his. He always brings this strange bottle of wine with him... And he most of the time keeps it when he leaves. But before he could even bring anything, to the table, or even finish his thinking, Quasimodo was brought back to reality by his master, whom ask him something that almost make him shiver.

Frollo " Might I ask, what were you thinking about "

Quasimodo swallow a little of his saliva, before answering as calmly as he could. Because he knew that his master hates when he worried about him, as much as he hates the feast of fools... Which Quasimodo was really looking to go this time... He was 20 after all... he wasn't a child anymore. And this season, he even prepared his own disguise, what possibly could prevent him to go this time?

Quasimodo " oh nothing really..."

As an answer Frollo folded his arms across his chest, in an annoying manner. Oh of course he knew Quasimodo had just lied. And he hated such a dishonesty, especially from him.

In answer Quasimodo sigh, and what did follow was what should have been expected whenever he ever tried to convince his master to let him out of his tower.

Quasimodo " I...was just wondering if I could.... " But before he could finish his sentence, he already got an answer from the judge. And answer which look more like a sigh.

Frollo " - if you could go to this unholy feast this year.."

The hunchback determined, smile and said in a joyful and hopeful tone, while coming back toward his master. Quasimodo " yes, master I know you already said it, but this year I -"

Frollo "Quasimodo for the last time , I've said no"

But determined, Quasimodo tried to explain to his master. He tried to defend his cause, but every time the judge tried to pull him to a stop, calling his name, every time getting a little more annoyed by doing so.

At the point that in his anger, the judge turns around to see the young bell ringer whom was sitting on a "chair" looking at him. And he knocks down his fists on the wooden table. He yelled and almost growled in his anger.

"ENOUGHT!"

The table shakes heavily under the fists of the judge, as the hunchback falls from its chair, under the yelling from his master. He looks upon him, looking at his angry face, and his red eyes looking at him like a beast would look upon his prey.... terrified.

The time almost seem froze for a moment, as the judge realises his action, might have been a little too harsh. That assumption was confirmed by the look of pure fright the hunchback got upon him.

The Judge, recoponsing himself, cough a little of embarrassment in the realisation of his action. He gestured to Quasimodo to sit back into his chair, which he did after a little moment, looking toward him with fright.

Frollo : "it might be time Quasimodo , that I open your inocent eyes to the corrupted atrocities the people of paris will think of you"