Eyes on me while I draw

September 27, 2020 § Leave a comment

#swordtember

September 11, 2020 § Leave a comment

She was fierce, for her sword was made of fire.

Although what she really desired was a sword made of ice.
Unless of course, the ice was poisonous

Thinking Of Mice And Men

September 11, 2020 § Leave a comment

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