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A demon from my bidt company. His true appearance is a swarm of bright red butterflies, but when he needs to interact with mortals, a part of the swarm takes on a human form. Essentially, he's a hive mind. He refers to himself in the plural form. Although I didn't succeed, he must be androgynous because he copied the appearances of people he knew without paying attention to gender.

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My character from rp. He wasn't given a name at birth, so I literally call him the Unnamed. He acquired the nickname Bambi due to his deer-like horns. He can change both his own flesh and that of others by touching them. So, as you might guess, he grew the horns himself. To stockpile bone material in case of fractures.

His parents were a bit insane and considered him a cursed child, so they locked him in the basement where he lived until he broke free, killing his entire family along the way. He demonizes himself, seeing himself as a monster, but he doesn't feel any remorse about it.

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Thank you too for your interest in my writing. I'm still in shock that so many people liked it and I'm still getting feedback :D

You're all incredible x)

You keep staring at the picture, rigid lines, shifting organic paint layers, clashing bright orange and mustard yellow against a black that's not black as much as deep greens and blues masquerading as buildings. Oppressed. The sun hangs too low and heavy, pressing down on the buildings like a hand on a heaving chest. Pretending to be still. Pretending to be dead.

I was very fascinated by this description of the painting, so...

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It’s meee <D (Artist ofc. I was inspired enough by the description of the picture in the game text to paint it.)

You keep staring at the picture, rigid lines, shifting organic paint layers, clashing bright orange and mustard yellow against a black that's not black as much as deep greens and blues masquerading as buildings. Oppressed. The sun hangs too low and heavy, pressing down on the buildings like a hand on a heaving chest. Pretending to be still. Pretending to be dead.

I was very fascinated by this description of the painting, so...

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*Q*

pose ref practice with vesper

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secrets and lies

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This is an old illustration inspired by how I broke my leg in November and had to go to the trauma center. The porch there was made of stone, covered with a thin layer of ice, and perfectly polished by time and the shoes of visitors. The crutches literally slid apart, and my brother had to help me hold them together so I wouldn't fall. Seagulls are not meant for winter, lol.

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That looks incredibly stylish. I really like Vesper.

I want to say that I'm simply delighted by how fallen hero has such a large and talented community ~

long live the king.

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Into the Sidestepverse!

Art Fight revenge against @mihqorio and his awesome step Caleb. @eydika’s Dawn and my Elvis are keeping him company.

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EVEN MORE ARTFIGHT Do go check out the actual atatcks on https://artfight.net/~mossroute

I am way to lazy to link all the characters and their respective owners I apologize

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Old but still loved art. He's wasted, and it's not his shirt :D

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Art for my oc for Blades in the Dark. He's a bit repulsive, lol.

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You keep staring at the picture, rigid lines, shifting organic paint layers, clashing bright orange and mustard yellow against a black that's not black as much as deep greens and blues masquerading as buildings. Oppressed. The sun hangs too low and heavy, pressing down on the buildings like a hand on a heaving chest. Pretending to be still. Pretending to be dead.

I was very fascinated by this description of the painting, so...

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