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(She/Her/They/Them) Illustrator | Graphic Designer | Occultist | Subtle Body Artist | ENFJ | Gamer | lacopra.carrd.co

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And because is an avid purveyor of dick jokes while playing Jester, I give you the detail shot of the belted corset.

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2021-06-06


Jester and Fjord, living happily ever after on the high seas. This image is an homage to 'Lovers on a Swing' by Pierre-Auguste Cot.

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2021-06-06


Watching the finale and finally finishing this piece. Lucien and his eyes of nine. I adore that gave us twisted body horror time- for it is my aesthetic 🥰 Flesh horrors and rainbow colors? Hell yea!

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2021-06-04

Concepts sometimes personify themselves. Sometimes our intentions articulate into a working all their own. A life in their own right.

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2021-05-30

A sloppy, art doodle portrait of a potential character.

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2020-12-23

It's late but I wanted the opportunity to participate in and did my self portrait based off of my profile image.

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2020-11-06

The small god of borders is fading, her worship wicking away like a cruel old man's memory. Few deities long vanish but she is willing. Inside her throat, like a rose unfurling, a new god slowly grows: a god of safe places, of home, of being home.
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2020-10-29

The small god of the first snow is an euclidean horror, perfect from any angle, teethed with splinters of ice. A spindly thing, unloved by most, she keeps her blessings for the rare ones who wait for her with bated breath.
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2020-10-23

The small god of houseplants is voluptuous, rose-bloom mouth and thorned hair. Lately, she has been spoiled on the prayer of black thumbs, has become insatiable. So many worshippers, so little time.
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2020-10-19

The small god of the road is one battered knapsack over a lean shoulder, and a countenance in flux, lit from within the bone by the glare of departure screens. She doesn't speak; she sings as thunderously as the trains.

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2020-10-18