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another art party doodle!! Kirnaash for @thepinkywarband 💞💞

Camda, support Scrapper at your service

my new charr commander! her name is konva blightsmoke and she’s based on a black jaguar; very muscular, with jaws that can crush through bone, something she’s always keen to demonstrate to enemies. i’m letting her personality unfold as i play through the story with her so i haven’t got much on that yet, but she’s blood legion!

grinu

old art i did for guild contest~

lizerke

My bby boi

thepinkywarband

Merry Christmas and happy Wintersday to all! POV: you’re an orphan living in Divinity’s Reach during Wintersday

red-catmander

oh neat a new cloak i wonder how it looks on ch

oh. oh my god. oh my god. oh. oh my g

dwaynatakethewheel

I’d really love that new fishing pole from chests, so I’m offering little smol doodles of a character per 5x Keys!

I’d like to also trade a mono-tone sketch portrait of one character that’s print-ready for the new Imperial Crane Raptor skin!

thiefseeker

a raccoon charr, he would definitely be an ash legion soldier

vateo

Toxun commission for CormyGw2 on twitter

vateo

my punchy berserker Rore

foresque

there will be times when you feel as though you have become a mockery of the person you think you were meant to be, an image of yourself conjured as something twisted and shameful, that your former self would look upon in despair. missed opportunities. mistakes that cannot be undone. actions which hurt those you once held dear, people and lives and love that all feel as though they will never be seen and felt again. regret upon regret casting yourself in monstrous illusion. in this darkness we so conjure around ourselves, we render ourselves blind to all but the things which reinforce it. it consumes all of what might make us feel whole, or worthy of ourselves. the very soul that brings us light snuffed out as though a flame without air. but no wick left snuffed cannot be re-lit. you are no mockery. no twisted contortion. you are a sculpture of experiences, good and bad both, taken shape in abstract, ever changing in form and interpretation. as our light plays over our contours, we see glimpses of our own whole. some valleys invisible to us. others in painfully stark relief. but below it all there is still beauty to be found within ourselves, if only we trust that it is there, beyond the dark. and there are still others in this world who would gaze upon our whole with not disgust, nor disdain, nor regret or pain, but admiration, acceptance, transfixed by you, for the way that light plays across you. those who have experienced you may have moved on. those who have yet to experience you may never leave. the only wrong choice is never to be seen at all.