My rooms: Eclipse A little cottage made out of the bones of a celestial creature and moss, in the middle of Nowhere, beneath the great portal to Fantasy guarded by The Sphinx, lay The Queen of the Seas and the s-Wanderer King
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My rooms: Eclipse A little cottage made out of the bones of a celestial creature and moss, in the middle of Nowhere, beneath the great portal to Fantasy guarded by The Sphinx, lay The Queen of the Seas and the s-Wanderer King
Illustration inspired on Taylor Swift's song ✨
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Spör Fungi goddess by comission
Portait for Godzilli's profile twitch.tv/godzilli_6
Wanderer King. Self-portait for a project in my job 🦊🌻✨
Make a wish ✨ In support of Indigo White who just came out and for all the people out there how are struggling with gender. Happy pride month 🏳🌈
The Petticoat Kid Comission for a book 📖
All the lights couldn't put out the dark
Medea leaves Jason with his children.
20. My own grave.
19. Cult to illustration
A Calaverita is a kind of mexican simple poem that tends to mock death-related situations. One day I'll translate it: La muerte babeaba por sangre, miraba con ansia y pasión A los pobres muertos de hambre Muriendo en desesperación. "Yo los alimento, pequeños pero tengo una condición Que cuando sus huesos estén llenos Comerlos será mi misión" Poco a poco aceptaron Y la muerte sus huesos llenó A la pobre tan mal la engordaron Que la propia muerte murió.
17. Childhood nightmare
16. Costume As soon as the gates open, they come from the other side trying to look like us