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A little guy with cute crossed eyes.

— Little Rubén

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Just the sketch of Fiacre.

— Goddess.

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Just sketches of Fiacre and his golden retriever lover.

— Cuties. :3

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Little cutie patootie.

— He's an oc of my role playing friend, so I decided to to draw him!

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Farewell of Fiacre du-Kiel to his fosterling..

— “- I don’t want to let you go.”

“- But I have to leave.”

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Fiacre Du-Kiel’s farewell glance before leaving the estate.

— He is one of my the most romantic and sorrowful characters.

And so, for the last time — his eyes, woven from moonlit pearls and the eternal sorrow frozen within them, drifted across Oliver’s face.

No words, no sigh — only a silent, parting glance, where the final spark of genuine care still burned.

The light from the stained glass window fell upon his features like an angel’s blessing before exile…

He was so beautiful — almost unreal, like a dream too fragile to believe in.

But that was it.

Those features would vanish. Forever.

Vanish from Oliver’s life like stars fading at dawn, leaving only a shadow in the heart.

The door closed with a dry, irrevocable click — like a final sentence.

And he was left behind.

Alone, once again.

Among the empty walls of the vast estate, where only drafts and the echo of his parents’ madness whispered —

the ones who tore the light from his hands, who cast away his only tender love — Fiacre Du-Kiel.

Now, all that remained of him was silence… and pain.

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An oc with a cleft lip.

— Recently, I was inspired by someone on TikTok who had a repaired cleft palate, so I decided to create my own character with this feature.

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— An art of my oc.

“He felt like an outsider — in others’ lives, where he was just a shadow, and in his own, where the light had long since gone out."

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— He just wanted to live a normal life, but his heart disease made it feel like hell.

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A little bit surrealistic painting.

— Thank u for supporting my artwork!

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Trying to draw a pond with pair of fish with oil pastels.

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A dining composition made in the technique of soft pastels.

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Finally, after two years, I have finished my old sketchbook. It has traveled with me from ninth grade to my second semester of college. Now it’s time to start a new era with a new sketchbook.

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Just a sassy, smirking boy with sassy glasses. 😼😼😼

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Sometime, we could see reflections of ourselves in someone's eyes.