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She looks at you like a beast(it's how she shows affections)

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Also, a poem I wrote recently

[ Two tied frogs ]

The green blobs

Hang

Hung

By their legs

For what reason?

Was a croak too loud?

Had their jumps been too long

And someone had become green

With

Envy?

Had they slain a Lord?

Severed its great head

Lopped off its arms?

Stolen it's scales and placed them

In shrines

To old dragons?

Or bold planets?

The birds that watch

Whisper and chirp

Through water and feed

The watch their common fellow

Hang

Their chirps build in sound

As a crowd gathers round

Between two snakes sits justices

Axe

Wielded by the servant

Of a serpent

Who's venom has met wounds

Who's malice is seen

In scales that zig

And zag

Justice will see it's cleave

Into those who we not know

Do wrong, do right

Or have done something

To anger justice

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Pick your poison

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Out of date design for an OC of mine, Winslow

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Simone, mediator of the will for undead, half succubus/half drow

"to die in the desert and to see her is to know you are important to the world, to for go a deal is to waste the chance to continue life."

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art trend bandwagon from twitter

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Some silly Mirah lore: Mirah is known in most towns, had worked in a fuck ton of taverns, bathhouses, brothels and very much everything in between.

She is incredibly optimistic and has the sort of cowardly that when she hits someone with her warhammer she thinks it's gonna just bounce off but ends up knocking the person out or killing them in a single swipe.

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Child of the succubus matriarch and a great half dragon warrior, Mirah. Cowardly in battle but driven to work pretty much any job and to experience the world

She's silly :)

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She's loves bug juice :)

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Poem titled "Who am I to you?"

Who am I to you?

Do you see me as myself?

Am cause for red sight?

Am I what makes you flinch?

Did I call you a wretch?

Day in and day out

I struggle and strut about

A kick and a giggle

A broken phone with no signal

Afternoon in and afternoon over

I sit under a bridge

The light of my phone showing graffiti

The taste of alcohol eating away at me

My friends swinging

And singing

Night in and night to light

I lay in my bed

Thinking about those who are dead

And those from books I’ve read

And what those dead said

Who am I to you?

Do you write about me in a journal?

Do you see me in the hallways?

Have I helped you with notes in class?

Have I called you an ass?

In the halls I roam

Making my way to class

As I stare at glass

That holds a trophy, the fishing teams bass

And remember it is made from painted brass

In class I lay like a cat

Observant and lazy

My mind is tired and hazy

The work is tiring

Music is the way to inspire

At lunch I bite and crunch

The slop served swirls

And the mash potatoes are uncomfortably curled

My stomach churns

And my throat burns

On the field I hide away

Leaned against the bathroom walls

Standing tall

Cigarette lit

And the dust I have bit

In the park lot I fight

Hitting punches with all my might

Screams and shouts, teens alight

My nose bleeds

My strength recedes

I hit the pavement

In the the nurses office I cried

Mom gave me a look

Anger, tears welled and I knew the hook

“What did he do to you?���

I can’t be honest, so I won’t tell you

On the ride home there is silence

Moms mad because of my violence

It’s all my fault

He said some shit about my mom

Said she didn’t love me, said I’d be nothing

“He shit talked you and insulted me.”

Who am I to you?

Did you see me at the dinner table with a black eye?

Did you hear me cry?

Did dad tell you to ignore me?

Did you break my phone?

At dinner dad grilled steaks and me

“Violence isn’t the answer ya see!”

“Am I supposed to take the punch?”

Who am I to you?

Did you tell me to run and scream?

Did you look me in my crying eyes and say:

“Doll baby, it doesn't matter. I’m not mad.”

In the early light of day

Under that bridge I sit

Alcohol eats away at me

No friends in site

Just me and the kid from class

Who I called a wretch, who laughed

Who is taking a drag of a cigarette

And coughing his throat out

I’ll share my drink

Share his cigarette

Finish notes from class

And go home

To another day

Where my mind is away

And the only thing it asks

Is “Who am I to you?”

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Some Drow that I worked on all at roughly the same time

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A variety of Rins

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The main purpose of this account is gonna be art, writing ideas and poetry. I don't do most of those(besides art) frequently though I will post it regardless(also OC/lore stuff)

A lot of older art will be posted but not all at once

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A silly sniper gal

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I return

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Plot concept

In an age of airships and steam the world is prospering, an extremist druid cult has invented a infectious plant disease that can really only be solved by fire. All the races have banded together to fight it, in the beginning it is slowly spreading and being prevented however after a major city is overtaken the disease begins to spread fast and hit hard.