Blood of a bottomless sea, flesh of a black octahedron. Born to serve, bound by name, but never tamed.
My OC Fai/Soul and @verbrannt47 's OC Vayn.

Kaledo Art
occasionally subtle
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Three Goblin Art
art blog(derogatory)
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Claire Keane
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Misplaced Lens Cap

pixel skylines

#extradirty
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Not today Justin
Cosimo Galluzzi

oozey mess

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@verbrannt47
Blood of a bottomless sea, flesh of a black octahedron. Born to serve, bound by name, but never tamed.
My OC Fai/Soul and @verbrannt47 's OC Vayn.
Paint March sky red.
It has been a while.
Silent Talk
The one who can't speak. The one who doesn't want to speak.
Dragon's cave
Darm as a dragon (wyvern) who hides in his cave with «treasures». He isn't a happy dragon though. He often regrets that his treasures aren't gold and jewels but thorny roses, but in the end they keep him alive and safety. And actually he loves them deeply.
The Meeting
On the border between day and night a black shadow appeared. Ink blot in the quiet day.
Two characters of mine - Vaydarm and Valentayn (mostly known as Vayn).
It's not what I planned or something - but Vayn really fits Darm's setting too well. After all, a part of Darm's aesthetics and symbols was born from Vayn's. Sadly I still don't know that much about their relationship.
A reference to the bygone era.
Darm and his lonely autumn walk.
Little Brambleheart from the house on the hill
Gates Open
🎶 The Whispered World - Main theme
🎶 The Whispered World - Finale
The garden gates are open And the wind calls you Through the hills and far away...