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Sketching baby Kokichi while a friend talks bad about him ;^;

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A little bit of happiness after the stab we received in the back 😭🐰🤡

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God, I wish the montage effect existed in real life, but it doesn't, so I have to stop because my back and legs hurt. But because I'm anxious, I have to show my silly ugly sketches.🥺😭

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My pretty Ink boy 🥺

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I really needed to get BEN out of my system, it’s been six years…..

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I even thought about doing something about Vox but… he’s not the protagonist of this drawing 💅💅

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Vox and Al’s looks through the decades~

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Just a silly little thing I did after finding out who was promoted to main villain of this new season~

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In this reinterpretation, Dionysus emerges not as a mere god of wine, but as the raw force that dissolves boundaries—between human and animal, reason and instinct, body and divinity. Every element of his appearance carries an aesthetic and symbolic manifesto.

The hooves mark the definitive loss of humanity. They are not ornaments but the physical inscription of metamorphosis, the sign that Dionysus treads forbidden ground where logic yields to frenzy. These hooves bring him closer to satyrs, his eternal companions, yet they crown him as their sovereign—not a civilized god, but the king of untamed creatures.

Draped across his shoulders, an entire jaguar serves as his mantle. The feline, symbol of predatory elegance and lust, is no mere adornment: it is an extension of the god himself. To wear the jaguar is to wear death and life, the ferocity that both protects and threatens. His image bears the same ambiguity as his rites: pleasure and peril, ecstasy and ruin. If in classical mythology his chariot was drawn by leopards, here the jaguar imposes a tropical force, almost shamanic, connecting him to the universal idea of the predator as a spirit-guide of chaos. And then his eyes, magenta sclerae, glowing, devoid of iris or pupil. The human gaze has vanished, dissolved into the delirium that is Dionysus. These eyes do not contemplate: they consume, absorb, drag you inward. Magenta, a hue suspended between eroticism and spirituality, throbs like chromatic delirium. It is ecstasy made light, intensity eroding form and shattering the world’s visual order. Whoever meets this god’s eyes does not see a gaze—they see the abyss of desire, the threshold to a state where individuality no longer exists, only vertigo.

This Dionysus is flesh and prophecy, animality exalted into the sacred. A god who will not be content to govern wine, but seeks to ignite the flesh, tear through conventions, and fuse everything in collective frenzy. A god who, when his hooves strike the earth, leaves no footprints—only labyrinths.

Oh, how I love the bastards of Olympus~

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In this reimagining, Hermes no longer plays merely the role of messenger: he is a liminal force, a wandering spirit between worlds, more fae than Olympian god.

His eyes are those of a goat — vertical, inhuman, fixed as if they perceive both the visible and the hidden at once. They evoke wild instinct, a sense of secret paths, and the untamed nature that has always followed Hermes in his less glorious pursuits: theft, trickery, improvisation.

His features are fae-like — delicate and deceptive, beautiful as an illusion. Like the fae, Hermes follows no fixed rules; he enchants, misleads, guides, and distracts, with a subtle smile that can be either salvific or chaotic. This appearance highlights his role as a mediator between realities — a being who dances on the edges of what is allowed.

On his back, two great golden wings replace the traditional little white ones on his head. They symbolize not just speed, but the majesty and transcendental power Hermes bears. These are the wings of someone who does not merely run between worlds — but flies above boundaries, defying the gravity of divine and mortal laws.

This form blends the ancient and the fantastical, the animal and the enchanted — as is fitting for Hermes, lord of crossroads and disguises.

I decided to do my reinterpretation of the main Greek gods because they are a lovely dysfunctional family. Hermes wasn't supposed to be the first but I think he got there faster than everyone hehe 🏃

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I help the Magi fandom stay alive through breathing apparatus 😔

….God, i love this man

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How can this man have only 2:46 of screen time? 😩😭

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My parents🏹👑

AND WE WERE TOTALLY ROBBED OF ROOK’S FRECKLES! GIVE IT BACK! 😭😩

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If you can’t beat them, join them! 🧹🧹

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Jax with his new outfits 💅

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I woke up five hours ago from a dream about BillFord ( and since this toxic ex-marriage is the only thing keeping me from going insane during test week, i decided to do a quick drawing of them).

Ford: “ Did you know that axolotls have an incredible capacity for regeneration body parts such as limbs and organs? Whithout leaving scars! Which makes them a perfect study model for regenerative medicine!”

Bill: “ Heh, ‘regeneration’ isn’t even a big deal. I can do a lot more than that little salamander, Sixer! “

Ford: “ …… Please don’t lick the glass panel Bill. “

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Just a Hong Lu commission that i did for a friend, after seeing him so much for reference i can’t deny that it made me want to play the game to see more of that pretty face 🤣