“Nun”, pencil.
Can feel the improvement this time✍️
DEAR READER
Claire Keane
Cosmic Funnies

Love Begins

pixel skylines

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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todays bird
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
trying on a metaphor
noise dept.

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Discoholic 🪩
Keni
we're not kids anymore.

Kaledo Art
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@cecillustrates
“Nun”, pencil.
Can feel the improvement this time✍️
Becca!
Hëłłø Čhâśę
The Glitch is back!
Here’s a reel thing I made with that too:
Here , take a look. shared a post on Instagram: "Day 26: Ego Yes I time jumped because time is b r o k e n. Also because my favourite boi is
I wanna do more of these… >:U
Inktober day 2: Scurry
......
Did you miss me?
Day 1: Gargoyle
Perspective study, and cyberpunk aesthetic study, let the suffering begin! @inktober
Soul-light Blade.
On fumes I am running, running, running…
Well, look who’s back.
r/scrungycats is fucking amazing
A Welcome Return
The veteran first heard the quiet whisperings that had become the background noise for the hub for a while now. It was peaceful….almost to the point of serenity. Gentle waves of activity lapping on the hub’s metaphorical shore, rhythmic in it’s a approach and very calming. The epitome of chill.
Yesterday the veteran took part in debates with ego rankings. It gave the place a flurry of activity.
That’s when it happened. A sign that the one who built the hub was very much aware of how much the egos were missed and what he planned to do about it.
The veteran braced themselves…..
A sound that was familiar, old and something they were convinced would not come for a while longer started to resonate and rumble the very foundations. Instead of a gentle sea of mourners and musings, violent, energetic and vibrant waves of shouts and screams flooded the hub, making their home in the corridors once again.
A long forgotten feeling of warmth of lit fires and alarms echoed throughout. Then came the people, the regulars, the ones who popped in now and again, the long term absentees and of course, the newcomers, all converging with wide eyes of excitement and fear.
The veteran smiled fondly at the sight. The hub had always alive and well but this news was a welcome return of speculation and anticipation. It gave the place a revived feeling.
A feeling that, as the veteran reflected, had been sorely missed
The Bois are all here. :)
Some glitch boi art from October. 🔪💗✨
Crystal
Kicking it started with a hand!
Flamed!