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poster for the "game"

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music

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desktop with references

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merch for Pasnormalé

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gaman að horfa á vldl ٩(♡ε♡)۶

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Drottinn, ég skissaði og gerði vitleysu

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started drawing in 2022, came back in 2023 and forgot to post it Let these guys already take their rightful place in my dead corner of the Internet here "creating magic with your own hands is truly magical! especially when your beloved ones are the subjects of the experiments "

my playlist on spotify for drawing fanart is here

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without lines and geometric shapes it turned out to be fun to draw.. lilac to draw..

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fuckin9 bod4 tr4ing to 6ie

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I'm coming up with a comic about how it's going to end badly for us

A very evil main character like me, but pllectores are more dangerous, take care of yourself!

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drew how I studied a blender and brought the synthetic belching of humanity to hysterics

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Parselmouth

Welcome to the serpent forest. I am one of the snakes that speaks. You are a herpetologist, studying relict. You say, "Never believed they would love my appearance, see my personality." You see the image of a listener instead of a vertical pupil and heat receptors. Every second, I writhe like the veins of your wrists, so as not to accidentally injure, not to introduce infection, not to destroy your cell. Every second, you invite the risk: risking your body, the possibility of the future, the sobriety of consciousness. And at some point, I'm already pleading, for you to leave, Coiling around your legs, for you to leave, I falsely resist, for you to leave? And you make me suffer, by listening to my conversations, telling your stories. Instead of leaving me alone, because the sound of a talking snake in the forest is not heard if no one is nearby, meaning the snake is just ordinary. IRL, you're just a lamb, sacrificing yourself, sacrificing the abilities of a parselmouth, sacrificing the virtue of the serpent. Because you are needed by no one, so I strangulate tighter, until I overdo it completely, until you disappear, not knowing that I fell in love with your name, which you never mentioned.