Early Art Break - tagging onto theme tonight

“Mayan Red Queen”
By ItstonyArt

Concept art - depiction of what the powerful Red Queen (tomb discovered 1994)

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✅Use
❌NO @(s)

Movement
Twisted
Memories (PG-13)
Done
Cordial
Lambent
Option
Loud
Author
Forever Autumn
Possessive Arms
Boot

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My apologies because I don’t have new pieces YET so here’s a couple of old ones for

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peekaboo ~ just popping in to say Happy Valentine’s/Palentine’s/Galentine’s Day to all my cuties out there 💗💜

🎨:

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New Year, New Minya Monday! Hey everyone a resolution of mine this year is to post a piece of art Kaiju related or otherwise at least once a week. Cheers to the new year

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This X-mas could I be the sugary goodness in your stocking? 🍬😜

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Time can be a tight fist trying to catch rain while hiding beneath an oak tree whose foliage is thicker than closed minds. I'd rather let it be fluid as the water between the hills near...#ProjectFairytale 1/2

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There's a lost soul inside the misanthropic Chenoo that wanders graves where flowers grow, where there is hope after death & its maelstrom of ghosts. In his ice heart is a land where moss lives though all... 1/2

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Each page heard was a fragrant sigh. They roused sacred spirits into the air and forged opportunities to make friends with what could've remained foreign. I made it a...#MondayFic 1/2

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Freedom is Halmeoni's hand-sewn, perfumed blanket hanging in the late spring breeze, each stitch a dream she swears on the seeds planted in her garden. In her eyes, I see timeless celebrations going up and downstream in equal measure.

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We can't get refunds on bad moments or omit the motley of sorrows and confusion they'd stored in our hearts, but we can allow spiritual king vultures with their... 1/2

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A princely hare hopping along a narrow path had noticed a queue of quail eggs—all cracked down the middle. Unable to secure her nest, their sobbing mother tried to offer stray changelings a shiny keepsake in exchange for protection.

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My legs are tired from peddling down this river—a mix of tears & ink that saved me in earlier days. Their goal may be warm but inexperience misleads. Smiles are invigorating when they're not solely a choice.

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We chased webbed lights from windows during storms, your hands sandwiching mine from icy gusts seeping in. It made darker nights seem bright. The past appears ordinary until you tell yourself it isn't. We need to feel the rain before leaving everything behind.

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Red Riding Hood's consciousness darkened. When the world's light restored itself, she awoke beneath a wooden chair—the type made for a mama bear—next to a coat of wolf's fur made for a smaller heir. "Hello, little one. I'm Mother Goose."

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Bristles on my bones were wiped away by the encompassing wind, its poetry howling lavender in my ears. We drank in razor greens and blues, tasted bright belief in each breath. What a day to be with friends again. 1

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It started as a dot shimmering in the dark. As if someone had cut a hole in reality.
It grew slowly as did our fear.
The now covers the whole We in last hugs and kisses as we fall into the light


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