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Astral Express Shenanigans: Game Night
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The foxhole court, chapter fourteen
" A group of people shouldered their way up to the bar counter at Neil's back, pushing him into Andrew. Andrew didn't budge beneath his weight. He was something solid to lean against, something violent and fierce and unmoving. Neil couldn't remember what it felt like to have someone hold him up. It was terrifying and liberating all at once. His life was out of his control now; he was giving it to Andrew and hoping Andrew would keep it safe. "
A classic. A must. Hope it doesn't disappoint the expectations. Planning on doing more little doodles like that until the animatic is finished.
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Can you draw boat boys in C2 please? :3
They NEED to go to therapy.
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“in all timelines, in all possibilities, only you…can show me this.”
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I also designed the Apathy Grimm for RWBY. Very fun to do, especially in exploring their different variations. I was inspired partially by the fantastic "Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark" art so I made this sketch attempting its style
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Happy holidays to everyone whose holiday isn’t what they want it to be. whether it is illness, poverty, distance from loved ones or something else that’s making things tough for you this year, i hope that you can find peace and warmth. i hope that your year will end and start on a brighter note
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Commission done for @castielrisingabove!
Jinx and Isha enjoying some snow time ;v;
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you know, the way you turn into animals and stuff is really cool
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Empty, empty, empty feeling empty kept in empty meanings.
Warning! Intense eyestrain and glitching effect under the cut.
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Add one, then two, then four, bells sixteen and rising Hundreds, thousands, wrapped around the wrists and necks and ankles writhing Dancing with the motion sending ripples rolling high and flying Echoes are echoing sounding into spaces empty grinding Growing louder piercing blaring burning freezing pain colliding Screeching squeaking clinking creaking weeping whining sighing crying Empty empty empty empty ringing in my mind and body Cracking snapping heaving bursting out until there’s nothing nothing Ringing laughing clapping singing splitting grinning wincing spinning The sound has reached its peak we’re living dying living dying
My main point of dissatisfaction with Etho's playlist is that I never could add this song to it. And generally one of my main Etho headcannons is kinda poorly reflected there. But oh well.
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i dont think i ever posted this here? um oh well
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tired of running (tired of hunting. my own kind)
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' i'll crawl home to her...' | Andreil
art : art.by_ire, cherbi_kin, jamieboya, dshr_art
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