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just finished the top one! my characters from my WIP novel [series?] + lifelong worldbuilding project! mostly Clifford! clifford is in all of these

lil worm guy is Sandbox! we love him. blond child is Cliff's son, Clarence- blond man in last is Eugene, Cliff's best friend

the last one is on da and is from last year

Clifford is 12 years old this year <3 I first started his concept in 2012, he's one of my favorite lil guys to spin around in my head.

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I am debating trying to post here more often but I don't know that many people look here. Which- is fine, honestly, for my personal art.

But I am going to use this opportunity to briefly complain about my gradual loss of deviantart. Seems like no website to share and sell my artwork on really.... exists, anymore.

At least. Not one that's stuck with me- or one that I am willing to join. Or one that has such a nice gallery system as DA, even after the updates i feel it is just a much nicer organization for art.

Idk what to doooo.... I like sharing my art online and I want to take commissions and sell adoptables again but da just doesnt seem to be. Doing it anymore for me augh.

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Characters from my world building project / WIP Novel, Clifford and Clairie, on their wedding day. :D

Much love for these two... Cliff lives in my head rent free spouting nonsense. I'm not up to these guys in the "official" writing yet but I hope one day I can finally write his story.

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brought back my old kirby ocs and gave them a glow up so they're on artfight this year! might add some more later? i dont know

I'm not doing too well this year, what with my cat's death and the issues I was having before that, so I have no idea how active I'll be. Drawing... has been helping me feel better so I probably can? Just a heads up. Appreciate anyone who follows and considers attacking, though! Feel free to send me your accounts too so look through.

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Comic featuring... My characters from my wip novel- Zachary and Impossible. AND words from... English as She is Spoke... go look at it.

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I wanted to show them... my two problems.

Zachary is the main character of the current wip I am most actively working on! He's existed since 2012 and we have been suffering for years together.

Clifford is only a few [in real life, as of the character's concept being born into my brain] months younger than him- they're from the same story world, although Clifford isn't in the part I am writing right now! It is a family saga.

I don't think I've had these refs public outside of artfight? I still really like them although I do suffer at some things that are... Nit drawn the best but HEY look its them its the boys.

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:D brain son

Another submission to the Christian OC bracket. :))

I haven't been working on this story actively but you can see some other art for it here! https://www.deviantart.com/therainyfrog/gallery/78762600/spaceland-pilgrimage

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Its my man, its him, its he. Art and character by me.

Uploading for @christian-oc-tournament im gonna submit him :) maybe some others later but idk

Mr. Impossible here is one of the main characters in my wip original novel. He's quite a creeture. Old man. Also you can see him harassing Zachary in my avatar.

Posting on my main blog because why not. I do have an art one! @sketches--of--the--scenery go look, i should try and be more active,

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INKTOBER 2023 "MAP"

    It is a few minutes later, and Zachary bought them a map of the entirety of Whitton district. Clock Island was divided into five district; these, in turn, were divided into counties, then into towns and the like. They found Snowflower, and from there, located Silverpaw. It was in a different county, nearing the coast. It was well over two-hundred miles.     “You can’t travel that on foot. Not safely, at least.” Zachary said. They were sitting at a park bench, John’s paws holding the map down at the table, while Zachary leaned on one arm and watched him through tired eyes. “Are you certain you’d rather not go back to your family?”     John looked ready to argue. He stared up from the map- bit his lip, and looked back down. Trying to reason a path through. But there it is, on the map, far away- clear as day. He says. “I- I can take a train. Or something.”     “With what money?”     John continued to stare at the map. Zachary suspected that, if he had had any on him, it was all gone now. John mumbled. “You… could… lend me some?”     Jeremy had asked him the same thing, and Zachary had done so, willing that his friend would succeed. And no one ever heard from him again. Who knows what fate befell him; John is so much younger, too. Zachary answered him. “I’m sorry. I can’t afford to.”     “Why not?” John answered, ears flattening on his head.     “I’ve only so much left…” Zachary shrugged listlessly. “And I do not have any work to supply me with more.”     “Get a job then!”     Zachary scoffs. “Oh. If it were so simple, I would have gotten one already.”

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INKTOBER 2023 “DODGE”

The beginning of strife is like releasing water; Therefore stop contention before a quarrel starts Proverbs 17:14

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INKTOBER 2023 "PATH"

There was nothing for them here anymore.  The path through Outlook Woods lead down to the docks, where the ships lay waiting.

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INKTOBER 2023 "SPIDERS" - So are the paths of all who forget God; And the hope of the hypocrite shall perish, Whose confidence shall be cut off, And whose trust is a spider’s web. He leans on his house, but it does not stand. He holds it fast, but it does not endure. Job 8:13-15 -

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INKTOBER 2023 "Dream" - Ziggy had troubled dreams. Things came, long and grasping; things that crawled from behind the icewall, invisible to the naked eye, pushed and pulled by the wind. Mythic things, and shapes from the fables his grandmother had told him. They wafted trails of foul odors that lead nowhere, and, as he stared, he could see, looming over the marsh, headless and giant, a white and gold lizard. It stood, clinging to the charred shapes of pines that stretched out from beyond the marsh. And it sang; oh, how it sang. -

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Haven't uploaded in awhile! This one is from a few months ago, but I wanted to show it here. This was a birthday gift for my mother of two cats we had years ago. More on that on devintart.

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To whom it may concern, I am on artfight! These are two of my favorite attacks [first guy belongs to @beneathascorpionsky and idk if the owner of the 2nd character has a tumblr]

During artfight I tend to do a lot of either sketch-work or experimentation.

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HERALD OF HOURS

an inside joke

also how I feel right now

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Felix and his wife, Felexia.

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Reflection of July

The rising sun upon the land, Of silver beaches, golden sands. The memory of shining coast, The summer sun, the heat it boasts. Then July rains came pouring down, And flooded several streets downtown. No hill in sight for miles to see, Just the cacophony of city streets. And in the yard, the greening strands, With golden milkweed budding plants. The butterfly was here to grow, as yet remains- Tangled in it’s amber, blackened wings as if it’s caged by it’s own flight- It shouldn’t last the night.

The cockerel sounds, it’s trumpet bright Inside some pen in morning light. The rows of housing touched by dew, The pinkish light of morning hues. Then a fluttering of silvered doves, Heads bobbing on the wires above. And rushing down the road too fast, The cars don’t act as if they’d crash. And in the summer heat outside, The smell of chlorine pools resides. The children are all laughing still, and take no mind- Thunderings in the building, darkened clouds Like fireworks come far too soon, It rains all through the noon.

The tomcats fight in alleyways- They’ve homes to turn to, but they stray. The cars driving on highway lanes, The sound above of roaring planes. Then, peeking out behind the clouds, A double sight of rainbows sprouts. There’s quiet threat of rising winds, But there’s yet time for it to begin. And at those many dancing lights, The people gather all in heights. The calling of the ringing bells, and rows of screens- Hedonists in wild, idle dreams As if life’s just a game to play, It haunts the edge of July days.