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I’m in a family trip so I’m not drawing so much this month, but I wanted to draw a Halla from Dragon Age hehehe I was inspired by one of @nutnoce’s drawing :)

I’ll soon be back home and to normal life xD

and I’m crazy to play dragon age origins now, I think I’ll have to buy it when I’m back xD

Conspiracy: you will add more and more tree elements to your name as you get older. Wouldn’t be surprised if they called you old man Tronco or Radice

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Albero Noce -> Inizio Dell'albero Genealogico Fine Delle Noci -> Al Pacino

Anonymous asked:

you have a bunch of ocs but you never want to draw any of them 👀

I draw 'sonas' for many things and for friends as well but Alexander is my only OC! He is slowly being turned into a chicken from the ground up by a cowardice curse. He must be very brave to break it!

There is a moment I drew a long time ago based on an interaction with my favorite artist (she is drawn as a god in this world haha) where he faints and becomes 30% more chicken in a single moment!

Anonymous asked:

Your art is so so good I’ve been in an art block recently and seeing your stuff made my fingers starting twitching like i gotta CREATE!! Anyway much love hope you’re doing well today

I am doing ok, thank you! Literally go indulge. The way you've said 'create' here I know you have barely containable ideas to pour out lol

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The furry commission.

(long gif!)

I am convinced the only people on the planet who truly understand the value of artists are furries. Those fuckers just GET IT. They so rarely try to skimp on you or weasel out of paying, often offering far more than other people do. If we were in the Renaissance, these guys are the friggin Medici family. Patrons of the arts. Lovers of quality commissions.

God bless furries 🥺💕🐻🐺🦊🐰🐱

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I love furry commissions!

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Was I discovered or invented? asks the zero./ Feels like I’ve always been here. I put a line around his border/ but he still wasn’t there. A hole in the world. A failure./ I turned away. You start counting at one, not zero,/ which is wrong, says the moon. Thing or nothing,// Where or nowhere. Measure yourself against the truth and/ not the other way round, says the ghost. Man, moon,/ ghost, zero— naming rounds off. Perfect and/ completely dead. Your math is crazy, says the moon./ You can count to eight with the space between your // fingers, says the ghost. Richard Siken “War of the Foxes”