I thought my new hyperfixation is a good start for the blog, so... here we are.
seen from Türkiye
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seen from Canada
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seen from Malaysia
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seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
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seen from Germany
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seen from Italy

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seen from Malaysia
I thought my new hyperfixation is a good start for the blog, so... here we are.
Same energy
Thanks for the inspiration nyoxt and their drawings with Racter lighting a cigarette from an iron and a butane torch
It's really kinda hot
It was Gobbet's frying pan...
I just don't know how translate Lin's words. Her mess is some sort of Feng Shui, but bro doesn't understand :(
The very first sketch of my srhk protagonist.
Lin Lin "Phoenix", elf adept
Oh yes, she walks barefoot through the streets of Heoi, stands for several hours in the rain in the crane stance and sits on the railing as if she is about to fall. (But she doesn't fall) It makes Duncan NeRvOuS AGAIN
Some silly sketches for my emotional support
— My friend, you seem quite depressed today.
— Yes...
— Um, listen, Rakter, can I hug you?
— Why not?
— But let me ask, why do you need this?
— Hugs reduce cortisol levels and increase the production of serotonin, dopamine, oxytocin and endorphin. In the light of damned nightmares it is very useful.
(Sorry for the crappy picture quality)
Their first meeting and Phoenix's silly humor
— So this is what kind of monster lives under my bed!
— Excuse me?..
— Well, my bed is on the floor above.
— And Gobbett spoke of you as a chthonically creepy neighbor.
I was inspired by lines from the song - I have long wanted to draw something that would show the duality of Phoenix. Cold and distant “turned into ashes”, energetic and insightful “reborn in fire”. At the decisive moment she returned to her former self in flames.
My city is full of gold in the light of day
And at night it melts into silver on the bends of the river