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Artist // Student // Traditional Art
  • Apr 24
  • United States
  • Deviant for 10 years
  • She / Her
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I've seen it: It's Coming -- Stay Tuned!
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My Bio
I love drawing. Some of my favorite things to draw are dragons, mythical creatures, and Disney princesses. My favorite thing to write is horror^^

Favourite Visual Artist
Andy Goldsworthy, Alexys Fleming(youtube makup guru)
Favourite Movies
The Conjuring, The Purge
Favourite TV Shows
Chuck, Big Bang Theory, Futurama
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
My Darkest Days, My Chemical Romance, Eminem
Favourite Books
Alice in Wonderland, The Catcher in the Rye
Favourite Writers
Edgar Allen Poe, Lewis Carroll
Favourite Games
Alice: The Madness Returns, Fallout 3, COD black ops/Ghosts
Favourite Gaming Platform
xbox 360
Tools of the Trade
Mechanical pencils, GIMP
Other Interests
Interior Design, Architecture

Fallen Angles

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“The wings trail behind like a banner in defeat, no more use to the sky…  From bones too shattered for mending, the wings that trailed behind him.”                                       Robinson Jeffers “Hurt Hawks” Abaddon opened his eyes and winced at the pain on his shoulders. He tried to sit up and look around, but something on his back pushed him back to the ground. Confused, Abaddon reached behind him, expecting to find some sort of animal, but instead he felt blood, bones, and feathers. Wings. Broken wings mounted on his shoulders as some sort of trophy of the fallen. His wings were damaged beyond repair
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Fallen Angles

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“The wings trail behind like a banner in defeat, no more use to the sky…  From bones too shattered for mending, the wings that trailed behind him.”                                       Robinson Jeffers “Hurt Hawks” Abaddon opened his eyes and winced at the pain on his shoulders. He tried to sit up and look around, but something on his back pushed him back to the ground. Confused, Abaddon reached behind him, expecting to find some sort of animal, but instead he felt blood, bones, and feathers. Wings. Broken wings mounted on his shoulders as some sort of trophy of the fallen. His wings were damaged beyond repair
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The Red River

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Ilice, 149, male, 6’9, 90 lb., deceased, haunted.    Ever since a child, Ilice could never control his temper. He would throw the most horrifying fits. As a boy Ilice like to study Neopaganism, his favorite, Cyhiraeth, the Pagan Goddess of death. As a result of this ‘obsession’ his parent sent him to Bedlem, England into an Asylum. Every day he was locked in a 5x5 room with 10 foot high ceilings with a small grate below his feet. He spend hours upon hours praying to Cyhiraeth, to help him, to show his parents what it meant to be alone and scared. One night his parents were sailing from their home in Ireland to visit their
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Thanks so much for the watch :heart: 
Thanks for the watch c:
Thanks! I love you art! :) Your Wonderland drawing AMAZING XD
Thank you sooo much. You are awesome! :hug: :iconbunnyglompplz: