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Salut mes petits êtres magiques ! 🐕🐕
Une illustration sur le thème de Bluey 🩵🧡 Un petit fan art de Bluey et Bingo dans leur chambre, réalisé avec beaucoup d’amour pour mes deux petits cousins et ma petite cousine adorée 💕
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Salut mes petits êtres magiques ! ✨😈
Voici un petit fan art de Lute de Hazbin Hotel ! 😈✨
Cette illustration m’en aura fait baver, vraiment ! Je ne suis pas totalement satisfait du résultat, mais tant pis — pour l’instant, c’est le mieux que je puisse faire. On verra bien si j’arrive à faire mieux plus tard 😉
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When the Pyrecone Fell
Veythir had been walking through the Altafields as the storm approached, now heavily drowning everything in it’s wake.
Veythir presses forward, searching for a hollow, a ridge, _anything_ that can serve as shelter.
Then came the crash. A bone-deep thunder that led to the sound of wood splintering. The ground shuddered beneath her paws, followed by the collapse of a pyrecone tree. Wood and leaves scattered like shards of glass.
Veythir froze, ears pricking down, chest heaving. She wasn’t close enough to be in danger, but close enough to feel the shiver of impact.
Then—something smaller. A fragile sound, half-swallowed by the storm. A whimper.
Her paws carry her before her mind catches up. Through the mudded earth and strewn splinters, she found him: a small, trembling shape amidst the chaos. Dark and white fur slicked flat, wide eyes staring out at the tree that had just torn itself open.
A Tummoth.
He blinked up at her, fear and sadness clear in his gaze.
For a moment, Veythir stares at him, she was not his kin, nor his keeper. Yet something in his shiver echoed in her chest, a loneliness and motherly feeling she’d tried to keep quiet for far too long.
Slowly, she approached and lowered herself, curling her body around his small form. Her paw drew him close, shielding him from the rain as good as she could.
Vexxle buried his nose against her fur, his trembling slowly steadying as warmth found him.
Veythir closed her eyes against the downpour, a thought rising quiet and steady like the roots of the fallen tree:
Maybe we can find our home together.
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I am missing making pixel art. Here are two of my older pieces to inspire myself to make more!
