Schadenfeude

X : Schad_Sama / Tg : PoorLament // Commissions open // OC & MHA fanart

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Commission

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twins at the carousel

twins at the carousel

During the war, Renard was hit by a fragment of an exploding grenade, leaving him severely injured, but he survived, because evil is immortal.

This must be only a small part of the pain he caused during the torture of prisoners.

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Snow.

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sketch of Aizawa and little homeless kitten, black as his hair

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Original:

I love this dynamics.

That's why my main characters have this aesthetic.

Harlequin calls Brighella "pussy," meaning both "cat" and "c***"

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Me and my Bestie

These are our Warrior Cats OCs in anthro form

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Attack for @sesherino

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Completed YCH

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« If I could be reborn... »

Harlequin already believed from childhood that his life seemed lost. Both his father's words and his own body, which was too sick and weak, served as a reminder of this.

Disgusting caterpillars pupate and turn into beautiful butterflies, their wings are full of colors, their flight is graceful, they decorate meadows and fields. He also wanted to transform into something more noble.

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My first animation in a long time... It's hard, but the result looks interesting, more alive than bone animation, I guess.

character - Kouki Shimobasira

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Kouki would definitely agree to the game if offered a big reward....

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In the silence of the night, when the last ray of the sun fades below the horizon, the earth is plunged into darkness. Mysterious shadows envelop everything around, like invisible hands ready to pull into the abyss of night. In this darkness hide the terrible creatures that were waiting for sunset to go hunting.

Heart starts beating faster, as if anticipating the elusive evil hiding behind the veil of night. Every rustle, every creak becomes a harbinger of an impending threat, and the soul is filled with anxiety.